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.]
[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?
[If ever there's a chance to view his memories, Klaus better keep any inappropriate thoughts to himself if he wants to keep his dick attached to his body.
He folds his arms and sits up a little bit straighter at the question.]
They're one and the same, I'll have you know. We worship Odin, Tyr, and the rest back home.
[no promises, of course, but he'll do his best because he really likes having his dick attached, thanks!
don't judge him and forgetting ivar's still a viking, even though he lives here now. he might be a brighter crayon at times; nobody's said he's ever been the brightest, though.]
Right. [he knew that, he totally knew that—] What I meant was, uh, someone else I know told me that these gods are younger than the Norse gods they're familiar with.
Well of course they are. Why else would Odin have two eyes?
[He says this with the impatient tone of information that everyone is expected to already know already.]
There are many stories about the gods. If they are slightly different from what has been told, I am not surprised. [Then he shifts the subject slightly.] My father was one of the many sons of Odin-- [Many considering Odin had more sex then even Klaus did.] --so he is my grandfather.
[Gotta get those divine bragging rights on in there.]
I... don't know? Weird magical reasons or some shit.
[need he bring up the topic of being agnostic to someone else? it'd be easier if he didn't though, so klaus forgoes explaining something ivar might not even understand.]
Well, aren't you the lucky one? [sounds a bit sarcastic, but the tone softens as he continues,] I'm sure All-Daddy's real thrilled about the mayhem you've caused. Unless he's mostly just turned a blind eye toward it, I guess.
You know about as much of the gods as you seem to do anything else. [Now he's sounding a bit more like his usual self, dismissive of Klaus, and a bit scathing with the sarcasm.]
Haven't heard him complain yet. [Ivar sounds like he doesn't care, but really, he does. He shifts around for a moment or two. After all Klaus has done for him, maybe he's earned a modicum of trust. Maybe. So he confesses the real reason.] Though I try to avoid him. Afraid of the conversation getting a bit awkward.
[are they really gonna go back to this? rather than quipping some snappy clap-back in return, klaus rolls his eyes and hunts down the flask he'd deposited earlier, uncapping it to take a long pull. yep, still tastes like paint thinner, but it'll do the trick.
he buzzes his lips, closes the container again then tucks it between his thighs, considering every thought that comes to mind, yet hesitating whenever ivar admits he's afraid things could get awkward. a slow blink, followed by another, his head shaking as if just the motion will jolt him out of his slightly dumbfounded state. how about that? ivar's being truthful for once.] Whataya mean? I'm sure he'd understand.
[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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Date: 2019-11-09 05:20 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2019-11-10 11:33 pm (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2019-11-11 03:48 am (UTC)He folds his arms and sits up a little bit straighter at the question.]
They're one and the same, I'll have you know. We worship Odin, Tyr, and the rest back home.
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Date: 2019-11-11 05:53 am (UTC)don't judge him and forgetting ivar's still a viking, even though he lives here now. he might be a brighter crayon at times; nobody's said he's ever been the brightest, though.]
Right. [he knew that, he totally knew that—] What I meant was, uh, someone else I know told me that these gods are younger than the Norse gods they're familiar with.
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Date: 2019-11-11 06:03 am (UTC)[He says this with the impatient tone of information that everyone is expected to already know already.]
There are many stories about the gods. If they are slightly different from what has been told, I am not surprised. [Then he shifts the subject slightly.] My father was one of the many sons of Odin-- [Many considering Odin had more sex then even Klaus did.] --so he is my grandfather.
[Gotta get those divine bragging rights on in there.]
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Date: 2019-11-13 02:00 am (UTC)[need he bring up the topic of being agnostic to someone else? it'd be easier if he didn't though, so klaus forgoes explaining something ivar might not even understand.]
Well, aren't you the lucky one? [sounds a bit sarcastic, but the tone softens as he continues,] I'm sure All-Daddy's real thrilled about the mayhem you've caused. Unless he's mostly just turned a blind eye toward it, I guess.
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Date: 2019-11-13 08:41 am (UTC)Haven't heard him complain yet. [Ivar sounds like he doesn't care, but really, he does. He shifts around for a moment or two. After all Klaus has done for him, maybe he's earned a modicum of trust. Maybe. So he confesses the real reason.] Though I try to avoid him. Afraid of the conversation getting a bit awkward.
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Date: 2019-11-15 08:31 am (UTC)he buzzes his lips, closes the container again then tucks it between his thighs, considering every thought that comes to mind, yet hesitating whenever ivar admits he's afraid things could get awkward. a slow blink, followed by another, his head shaking as if just the motion will jolt him out of his slightly dumbfounded state. how about that? ivar's being truthful for once.] Whataya mean? I'm sure he'd understand.
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Date: 2019-11-15 09:09 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2019-11-17 08:15 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-11-21 09:37 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2019-11-24 11:13 am (UTC)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.