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[See, Klaus is learning the way to deal with Ivar just fine. Ignore his bullshit and just focus in on the times when he's actually saying something important. Ivar looks off to the side for a moment before looking back. He tends not to look people in the eye when he's uncomfortable with sharing things about himself, one of his few tells.]

The truth is-- [He leans forward as if he's going to tell Klaus something confidential...and then he swipes the flask from where Klaus had placed it in a single movement. Really, he should've put that in a less suggestive spot on his body. Ivar swallows some of it down, wincing as he puts it right back where he found it.] That truly tastes awful. But as I was saying, the truth is I wouldn't know what to do or say around him. In matters of family, my life has always been far too complicated.

[He's actually said more about his family during this conversation then to anyone else in Asgard apart from maybe Peter. That's how close to the vest he kept his feelings on the matter.]

[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.

Try Norse ale sometime. You'll never try anything else. [That's something else they have in common: Ivar's been drinking since he was a pre-teen. His constitution for alcohol is pretty high by now. He nods at Klaus' mention of family.]

You don't need to tell me. Just wait till you read the chronicle of my family I'm writing for the library. It is a very dramatic tale.

[He's been working on it for quite some time, but he's still a ways off from finishing it. He hasn't told anyone else about it just in case he gets frustrated and abandons it halfway through.]

Sure, he might seem that way. Wise and compassionate. It is one side to him, a god of exploration. But there's another name we called him back home: The Furious One, for he is also a god of war.

Pretty sure they had some ale and mead whenever everyone first arrived. Does it count if it's not the same stuff you know? [oh look, yet another thing they've got in common. good thing he doesn't have to actually think about it because he'd get a little depressed at the realization.]

You're writing a book about your family for the library. [a moment's hesitation then,] Cool. Good drama's hard to come by.

[which is meant to be encouraging. he's sincere, too. like, kudos to ivar honestly, because there's no way klaus would do it. one of the hargreeves already wrote a book and that's plenty.]

Well, uh... can't give you much advice there? [or he could, but he'd imagine it wouldn't be anything helpful.] Guess you'll never really know unless you talk to him.

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