[At least he has sense of humor about all the Christian-centric things that are being said around him rather then being judgmental. He's matured a little in the past year or so through contact with a Christian priest who had been his slave.]
Alright. I shall accept your offer. When and where?
[holy shit, klaus shouldn't have laughed as hard as he did. thankfully, he's by himself, so clapping his hand over his mouth serves no purpose, but it's the thought that counts!]
wow okay nobody can say you don't have a sense of humor whenever you like honestly and how about in the park? shroom trips are usually better with nature but we could meet at tyrhaus if you'd prefer
[That's the problem with Ivar. He's constantly taking things too far because he never knows when it stop. He sees it as pushing past all limits.
Ivar decides to use his wheelchair for this trip. His leg braces tend to leave him in worse pain then he starts out in, so he'd rather be comfortable if he's going to get high. When he gets there, Klaus has already arrived. He folds his arms and looks him over.]
he's only been standing there a few minutes, contemplating sitting down on the nearby bench, but by the time he decides, ivar's already headed toward him— in a wheelchair, it would seem. when did the viking get one of those? ah well, it's not his business, frankly, despite his curiosity.
after an awkward, quite obviously stiff gesture toward nothing in particular,] Do I look like a guy who plans ahead? Actually, no, don't answer that. [klaus sighs, fidgets with the bag in his left pocket.]
Okay, so, I ate one whole-ass mushroom and tripped for four hours. I brought half of one to split between us. Sound fair to you?
[Surprisingly, Ivar wouldn't bite off Klaus' head for asking about his wheelchair since it had been given in kindness by Peter. But maybe later he'll tell him that. Right now, he's interested to see what affects these mushrooms will have on him.
Vikings tend to act rather peculiar when high. Some get horny, some just trip out on hallucinations, and some can get very violent. He's just going to neglect to tell Klaus that for fear the offer will be rescinded.]
[oh, that... would be rather surprising, actually? he knows peter too, so there's something else they could chat about. at a later time though, because things feel business-like and he'd prefer everything to run smoothly.
the bag gets removed, klaus gives the fungus a once-over then unseals it, offers ivar whichever quarter of the cap he wants first.]
[wow, okay, maybe klaus should be surprised at how quickly ivar took the mushroom? but when he reminds himself how young he started drinking and popping pain pills... yeah, he's got no room to talk.]
About half an hour, I'd say.
[from his other pocket, he removes a small metal flask, gives it a shake then uncaps it and offers it to ivar. it's vodka, not ale. has to count for something though, right?]
[There's something else they both have in common, though in Ivar's defense, twelve is considered to be an adult in Norse culture due to their short lives. He's been drinking and getting high since about that time.
He takes a long swig of the vodka before passing it back over with a mumble of--] My thanks.
[He fixes Klaus with one of those eerie, piercing stares he can do so well with his strange-colored eyes.] Why did you make the offer in the first place?
[funny, how they both started out so young and yet klaus is the one with more experience, even though ivar's technically from the past. god, timelines are weird and he'll never get over that.
he eats his own half while ivar drinks, crumples up the plastic and stuffs it back into his pocket, accepting the flask being returned afterward.] Yeah, no problem.
If you want more, you're welcome to it. [it's like drinking paint thinner, but it gets the job done. definitely gets rid of the weird, bittersweet aftertaste of the fungi, too.] I, uh, messaged you for a completely different reason, at first. [a stupid one, they don't even have to go into it!] But then I remembered the mushrooms and thought they'd be a better metaphorical olive branch.
[He grabs the flask and takes down another gulp without any hesitation. It isn't nearly as strong when compared to the ale of his home, but right now, he'll take what he can get.]
Olive branch? [It takes him a moment to realize what that's referencing. They can't grow olives in Scandinavia, so there's a different common expression for peace between enemies.] Ah, a laying down of arms. Yes, that was a good tactic. What was your message first going to be about?
[klaus really should be more surprised at this, but... he's not. one: ivar's a viking, different timeline, totally foreign traditions from what he knows. and second: at least ivar's a teenager?
it's a weak-ass excuse, he's going with it, anyhow.]
Ah. Yeah, I guess that saying isn't common where you're from? What you said works, too. [dammit, does he have to tell? avoiding this awkwardness would've been so much easier—] ...jewelry.
The only olives that come are way are in the form of oil when the traders from the Mediterranean come in.
Jewelry?
[Ivar seems interested, turning to look at Klaus more fully. The Norse are a bunch of little magpies when it comes right down to it. They love anythings shiny and that glitters, hence why they love raiding Christian churches, since they're always full of gold and things like jewel-inlaid crucifixes.
He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to show that he's wearing two arm rings, one on each arm. The one on the left looks much more tarnished and older then the one on the right.]
I feel like oil is the only way some individuals even know olives exist. How many people in the world don't know about the little black rings you put on a taco or into pasta salad?
Yeah, that's what I said.
[his eyebrows raise with consideration as soon as ivar turns toward him. seeing legitimate interest in ivar's expression is surprising, he does his best with not letting it stagger him though, and is rewarded by getting to see the viking's arm-bands.]
Oh. So, you like it? That ring on your arm looks pretty well-worn. [the bench gets slanted a glance, but ultimately, klaus has already made his decision.] If you're up for it, we could go back to Tyrhaus. I've got it there.
They don't travel well. All attempts to get them to grow in Norway have failed.
[Ivar's gotten to taste so many new foods since coming here and it has been glorious.
He taps the left one.]
It belonged to my father. He gave it to me just before he died. Arm rings are important to Vikings. You receive one when you're twelve years old as a symbol that you're now officially a man. [It may have seemed comical from a modern-day perspective to consider a boy that hadn't even gone through puberty as a full-fledged member of society, but lives were much shorter back then. Getting to your fifties was considered pretty old.] They're also used for oath-making. If you break a vow you swore on your arm ring, you'll be cursed by the gods.
[He perks up at the mention of jewelry.]
I would like that. [And if the mushroom kicks in when he's looking at something shiny, so much the better for it.]
Well, that's... unfortunate. Have you had any here?
[because maybe he's too curious for his own good while trying to keep the conversation going. they'll need it, considering the trek back to tyrhaus will be some minutes and klaus has never been good with silence.
except for when listening to something important. ivar gestures, he leans closers, seeking out any particular markings or other discernable intricacies on the jewelry, attention flickering back to the teenager's face afterward. when he stops to contemplate the time ivar comes from, it isn't unsurprising, but his eyebrows lift somewhat anyway.] Twelve seems like so long ago for me... but damn, that's some important shit right there. Nobody wants a god-curse, I'm sure.
[back home(???) it is, then. klaus makes a fluttering gesture with his fingers toward the direction they need to go and begins leading the way.]
Hopefully, it holds up alright. The hemp cord I got was a little flimsy. Made it work, though.
[Has Ivar been eating food without knowing what is or what it will taste like? You betcha. He'd never wanted for food during his life, being a prince, but he still knew about lean times during winters and when on long campaigns. Food was to be eaten when it was in front of you, not to have questions asked about it.
And that's why I tend not to make oaths on them unless it's a very serious matter. [Ivar hates having to keep his word, for he's natural-borne backstabber and prefers lying to his allies.]
How old are you anyway? [Klaus seems to vacillate between being much older then Ivar and having all the impulse control of an eight year old, so he has trouble telling.
Ivar keeps up with Klaus at a good pace as he pushes his wheelchair, his arms already built up after a lifetime of using them to get around.]
...depends on the olives, honestly? Some are black, some are green. Some are this odd, reddish-purple shade. They're all oval-shaped, though. And salty.
[listen, klaus can't very well judge him for that when he himself is ingesting random plants with no idea of what they could do to him. not because he's hurting for food though, so that would make those circumstances different.
tempting as it is to reach out and touch, he resists, folding his hands in his pockets, just in case impulsiveness tries to get the better of him. wolves and dragons, huh? he'll remember that.] Better safe than sorry, I guess? [lying isn't something klaus's good at, but he's never been against twisting the truth a little, and sometimes, not even necessarily in his own favor.]
Old enough to know better, boss. [which sounds. so, so tired (and probably a little weird with the ‘boss’ joke). it's not a proper answer, unfortunately.] I'm twenty-nine.
[and a giant manchild, so ivar's assumption isn't entirely wrong.] I, uh, do a lot of stuff people wouldn't think of.
Perhaps I have had some. There has been so much food here. Everyone should be thankful for that.
[Instead of being a bunch of whiners and complainers which seems to happen quite frequently around here. Klaus gets a surprised stare from Ivar at the question of age. He'd pegged him for close to his brother Ubbe's age, who was twenty-two, but he's more comparable in age to his oldest brother Bjorn.]
How is one so old so consistently foolish at the same time? [Hey, it's a valid question even if he did just also call Klaus old in the same breath.]
Now that I can believe. [Klaus is weird and weird people do exceedingly odd things.] You know, you remind me a little of my mentor Floki. [Something about the body language in how he carried himself and his tendency for oddness.]
I'd hope they are. Sort of missing meat, but I can't lie, I love all the produce.
[yeah, in spite of his flippant attitude, he's supposed to be way more of an adult than he lets on. kinda his thing, after all, since he hasn't had to take on that responsibility for a long while.]
With great skill and dexterity, of course! [nobody can say he doesn't take shit in stride.]
Floki, huh? What was he mentoring you in? [odd, how he'd like to meet someone he hardly knows anything about, aside from a name. if they're similar at all, there's a chance they'd get along.] Probably something way more interesting than I could teach you.
So much fruit. We never had this much fruit ever at home. Limes, I have discovered, are delicious.
[Probably a weird thing to have as a favorite, not that Ivar would care. He's also become very partial to bananas.
Klaus' snappy comeback gets a snort of amusement from Ivar. They're almost back to Tyrhaus now and he finds it interesting this is the longest conversation he's had with Klaus that didn't leave him wanting to rip the other man's throat out.]
Life, essentially. My father, he left for ten years and wasn't there much even before that, so Floki was the closest thing I had to one all that time. He's very odd and has his own way of doing things. Very close to the gods, a healer and shipbuilder too. Wears a lot of kohl around his eyes. [Never let it be said the Vikings were restricted by gender stereotypes. Men and women alike both wore make-up and were interested in flowers. This is the most Ivar has really been open with about his childhood to just about anyone. He's spoke of his father and mother to only a few people, for it still hurt to think of them.]
Think they're delicious by themselves? You should try 'em with salt and tequila.
[just a little encouragement of underage drinking, it's fine! ivar's customs are different anyhow, so it isn't that big a deal. (funnily enough, klaus is partial to bananas himself.)
damn, that has to be an accomplishment, doesn't it? going longer than ten minutes and there haven't been any death threats or knives. at some point, he'd have to make a joke about ‘who are you and what have you done with the real ivar?’ but now's not the time. no reason to ruin the magic right away, not when he's hearing so much about the viking.
following a soft chuckle,] Well, we've got two of those things in common. [his palm with goodbye tattooed across it upturns, fingers wiggling slightly then he draws the hand up and motions toward some smudged eyeliner. maybe he doesn't have flowers at the moment, klaus would never turn them down if offered.] I'm trying to get on good terms with the gods here, though... and I could teach you some things, but nothing as helpful as that.
[They'll need to get some here just so Ivar can try it. He's always been fond of ale. Don't worry, Klaus. He's been drinking since he was twelve, he's a veteran by now.
See, Ivar's fury doesn't last forever, at least against those who haven't wronged him in significant ways. His little spats of anger eventually wear out one way or other unless the person in question continues to keep pissing him off.]
I knew it. Give it some time and perhaps you will acquire wisdom too. Hmmm, you'll have to try the Norse style sometime on your eyes. He wears it likes this. [He motions to his eyes, tracing a thick line beneath his lash line, and then drawing a line down his cheeks, then a final one upturned at the corner of his eye reminiscent of winged eyeliner. He snorts at the mention of being taught.]
I shudder to think about what you could possibly teach me.
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Date: 2019-09-15 02:46 am (UTC)[At least he has sense of humor about all the Christian-centric things that are being said around him rather then being judgmental. He's matured a little in the past year or so through contact with a Christian priest who had been his slave.]
Alright. I shall accept your offer. When and where?
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Date: 2019-09-15 04:54 am (UTC)wow okay nobody can say you don't have a sense of humor
whenever you like honestly and how about in the park?
shroom trips are usually better with nature
but we could meet at tyrhaus if you'd prefer
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Date: 2019-09-15 08:06 am (UTC)I'll have you know I'm hilarious. You all just don't appreciate dark humor.
[More like everyone here isn't psychotic.]
The park works. I'll meet you there. Just make sure to give me time.
[Ivar never gets anywhere in a timely manner.]
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Date: 2019-09-15 10:22 pm (UTC)[there's just a very big difference between ‘humor’ and ‘taking things a bit too far.’]
yes of course i'll be sure to do that
i've gotta get some shit together myself so we'll meet at the bench nearest the park entrance
that work for you?
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Date: 2019-09-16 04:59 am (UTC)[That's the problem with Ivar. He's constantly taking things too far because he never knows when it stop. He sees it as pushing past all limits.
Ivar decides to use his wheelchair for this trip. His leg braces tend to leave him in worse pain then he starts out in, so he'd rather be comfortable if he's going to get high. When he gets there, Klaus has already arrived. He folds his arms and looks him over.]
I'm here. Is this where your master plan ends?
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Date: 2019-09-16 07:56 am (UTC)he's only been standing there a few minutes, contemplating sitting down on the nearby bench, but by the time he decides, ivar's already headed toward him— in a wheelchair, it would seem. when did the viking get one of those? ah well, it's not his business, frankly, despite his curiosity.
after an awkward, quite obviously stiff gesture toward nothing in particular,] Do I look like a guy who plans ahead? Actually, no, don't answer that. [klaus sighs, fidgets with the bag in his left pocket.]
Okay, so, I ate one whole-ass mushroom and tripped for four hours. I brought half of one to split between us. Sound fair to you?
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Date: 2019-09-16 08:13 am (UTC)Vikings tend to act rather peculiar when high. Some get horny, some just trip out on hallucinations, and some can get very violent. He's just going to neglect to tell Klaus that for fear the offer will be rescinded.]
Fair enough.
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Date: 2019-09-16 08:52 am (UTC)the bag gets removed, klaus gives the fungus a once-over then unseals it, offers ivar whichever quarter of the cap he wants first.]
Hope you don't mind a little self-awareness.
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Date: 2019-09-16 09:00 am (UTC)How long before it takes effect?
[He's wishing that he had some ale to drink in the meantime.]
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Date: 2019-09-16 07:05 pm (UTC)About half an hour, I'd say.
[from his other pocket, he removes a small metal flask, gives it a shake then uncaps it and offers it to ivar. it's vodka, not ale. has to count for something though, right?]
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Date: 2019-09-17 04:13 am (UTC)He takes a long swig of the vodka before passing it back over with a mumble of--] My thanks.
[He fixes Klaus with one of those eerie, piercing stares he can do so well with his strange-colored eyes.] Why did you make the offer in the first place?
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Date: 2019-09-17 06:08 am (UTC)he eats his own half while ivar drinks, crumples up the plastic and stuffs it back into his pocket, accepting the flask being returned afterward.] Yeah, no problem.
If you want more, you're welcome to it. [it's like drinking paint thinner, but it gets the job done. definitely gets rid of the weird, bittersweet aftertaste of the fungi, too.] I, uh, messaged you for a completely different reason, at first. [a stupid one, they don't even have to go into it!] But then I remembered the mushrooms and thought they'd be a better metaphorical olive branch.
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Date: 2019-09-17 09:38 am (UTC)[He grabs the flask and takes down another gulp without any hesitation. It isn't nearly as strong when compared to the ale of his home, but right now, he'll take what he can get.]
Olive branch? [It takes him a moment to realize what that's referencing. They can't grow olives in Scandinavia, so there's a different common expression for peace between enemies.] Ah, a laying down of arms. Yes, that was a good tactic. What was your message first going to be about?
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Date: 2019-09-18 02:02 am (UTC)it's a weak-ass excuse, he's going with it, anyhow.]
Ah. Yeah, I guess that saying isn't common where you're from? What you said works, too. [dammit, does he have to tell? avoiding this awkwardness would've been so much easier—] ...jewelry.
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Date: 2019-09-19 06:14 am (UTC)Jewelry?
[Ivar seems interested, turning to look at Klaus more fully. The Norse are a bunch of little magpies when it comes right down to it. They love anythings shiny and that glitters, hence why they love raiding Christian churches, since they're always full of gold and things like jewel-inlaid crucifixes.
He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to show that he's wearing two arm rings, one on each arm. The one on the left looks much more tarnished and older then the one on the right.]
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Date: 2019-09-19 09:37 am (UTC)Yeah, that's what I said.
[his eyebrows raise with consideration as soon as ivar turns toward him. seeing legitimate interest in ivar's expression is surprising, he does his best with not letting it stagger him though, and is rewarded by getting to see the viking's arm-bands.]
Oh. So, you like it? That ring on your arm looks pretty well-worn. [the bench gets slanted a glance, but ultimately, klaus has already made his decision.] If you're up for it, we could go back to Tyrhaus. I've got it there.
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Date: 2019-09-20 03:20 am (UTC)[Ivar's gotten to taste so many new foods since coming here and it has been glorious.
He taps the left one.]
It belonged to my father. He gave it to me just before he died. Arm rings are important to Vikings. You receive one when you're twelve years old as a symbol that you're now officially a man. [It may have seemed comical from a modern-day perspective to consider a boy that hadn't even gone through puberty as a full-fledged member of society, but lives were much shorter back then. Getting to your fifties was considered pretty old.] They're also used for oath-making. If you break a vow you swore on your arm ring, you'll be cursed by the gods.
[He perks up at the mention of jewelry.]
I would like that. [And if the mushroom kicks in when he's looking at something shiny, so much the better for it.]
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Date: 2019-09-21 06:34 pm (UTC)[because maybe he's too curious for his own good while trying to keep the conversation going. they'll need it, considering the trek back to tyrhaus will be some minutes and klaus has never been good with silence.
except for when listening to something important. ivar gestures, he leans closers, seeking out any particular markings or other discernable intricacies on the jewelry, attention flickering back to the teenager's face afterward. when he stops to contemplate the time ivar comes from, it isn't unsurprising, but his eyebrows lift somewhat anyway.] Twelve seems like so long ago for me... but damn, that's some important shit right there. Nobody wants a god-curse, I'm sure.
[back home(???) it is, then. klaus makes a fluttering gesture with his fingers toward the direction they need to go and begins leading the way.]
Hopefully, it holds up alright. The hemp cord I got was a little flimsy. Made it work, though.
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Date: 2019-09-21 11:42 pm (UTC)[Has Ivar been eating food without knowing what is or what it will taste like? You betcha. He'd never wanted for food during his life, being a prince, but he still knew about lean times during winters and when on long campaigns. Food was to be eaten when it was in front of you, not to have questions asked about it.
The older ring is made of twisted silver metal with the ends in the stylized shape of wolves. Ivar's < a href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/98/45/c4/9845c46ed123529353282456c27b31f2.jpg">own is very much the same in style, only it's bronze in color and with the ends in the shape of dragons instead.]
And that's why I tend not to make oaths on them unless it's a very serious matter. [Ivar hates having to keep his word, for he's natural-borne backstabber and prefers lying to his allies.]
How old are you anyway? [Klaus seems to vacillate between being much older then Ivar and having all the impulse control of an eight year old, so he has trouble telling.
Ivar keeps up with Klaus at a good pace as he pushes his wheelchair, his arms already built up after a lifetime of using them to get around.]
I would not have taken you for a jewelry-maker.
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Date: 2019-09-22 09:06 pm (UTC)[listen, klaus can't very well judge him for that when he himself is ingesting random plants with no idea of what they could do to him. not because he's hurting for food though, so that would make those circumstances different.
tempting as it is to reach out and touch, he resists, folding his hands in his pockets, just in case impulsiveness tries to get the better of him. wolves and dragons, huh? he'll remember that.] Better safe than sorry, I guess? [lying isn't something klaus's good at, but he's never been against twisting the truth a little, and sometimes, not even necessarily in his own favor.]
Old enough to know better, boss. [which sounds. so, so tired (and probably a little weird with the ‘boss’ joke). it's not a proper answer, unfortunately.] I'm twenty-nine.
[and a giant manchild, so ivar's assumption isn't entirely wrong.] I, uh, do a lot of stuff people wouldn't think of.
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Date: 2019-09-23 05:42 am (UTC)[Instead of being a bunch of whiners and complainers which seems to happen quite frequently around here. Klaus gets a surprised stare from Ivar at the question of age. He'd pegged him for close to his brother Ubbe's age, who was twenty-two, but he's more comparable in age to his oldest brother Bjorn.]
How is one so old so consistently foolish at the same time? [Hey, it's a valid question even if he did just also call Klaus old in the same breath.]
Now that I can believe. [Klaus is weird and weird people do exceedingly odd things.] You know, you remind me a little of my mentor Floki. [Something about the body language in how he carried himself and his tendency for oddness.]
oh dude you are totally fine haha!! it happens
Date: 2019-09-23 08:08 am (UTC)[yeah, in spite of his flippant attitude, he's supposed to be way more of an adult than he lets on. kinda his thing, after all, since he hasn't had to take on that responsibility for a long while.]
With great skill and dexterity, of course! [nobody can say he doesn't take shit in stride.]
Floki, huh? What was he mentoring you in? [odd, how he'd like to meet someone he hardly knows anything about, aside from a name. if they're similar at all, there's a chance they'd get along.] Probably something way more interesting than I could teach you.
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Date: 2019-09-23 09:02 am (UTC)[Probably a weird thing to have as a favorite, not that Ivar would care. He's also become very partial to bananas.
Klaus' snappy comeback gets a snort of amusement from Ivar. They're almost back to Tyrhaus now and he finds it interesting this is the longest conversation he's had with Klaus that didn't leave him wanting to rip the other man's throat out.]
Life, essentially. My father, he left for ten years and wasn't there much even before that, so Floki was the closest thing I had to one all that time. He's very odd and has his own way of doing things. Very close to the gods, a healer and shipbuilder too. Wears a lot of kohl around his eyes. [Never let it be said the Vikings were restricted by gender stereotypes. Men and women alike both wore make-up and were interested in flowers. This is the most Ivar has really been open with about his childhood to just about anyone. He's spoke of his father and mother to only a few people, for it still hurt to think of them.]
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Date: 2019-09-24 07:19 am (UTC)[just a little encouragement of underage drinking, it's fine! ivar's customs are different anyhow, so it isn't that big a deal. (funnily enough, klaus is partial to bananas himself.)
damn, that has to be an accomplishment, doesn't it? going longer than ten minutes and there haven't been any death threats or knives. at some point, he'd have to make a joke about ‘who are you and what have you done with the real ivar?’ but now's not the time. no reason to ruin the magic right away, not when he's hearing so much about the viking.
following a soft chuckle,] Well, we've got two of those things in common. [his palm with goodbye tattooed across it upturns, fingers wiggling slightly then he draws the hand up and motions toward some smudged eyeliner. maybe he doesn't have flowers at the moment, klaus would never turn them down if offered.] I'm trying to get on good terms with the gods here, though... and I could teach you some things, but nothing as helpful as that.
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Date: 2019-09-24 08:58 am (UTC)[They'll need to get some here just so Ivar can try it. He's always been fond of ale. Don't worry, Klaus. He's been drinking since he was twelve, he's a veteran by now.
See, Ivar's fury doesn't last forever, at least against those who haven't wronged him in significant ways. His little spats of anger eventually wear out one way or other unless the person in question continues to keep pissing him off.]
I knew it. Give it some time and perhaps you will acquire wisdom too. Hmmm, you'll have to try the Norse style sometime on your eyes. He wears it likes this. [He motions to his eyes, tracing a thick line beneath his lash line, and then drawing a line down his cheeks, then a final one upturned at the corner of his eye reminiscent of winged eyeliner. He snorts at the mention of being taught.]
I shudder to think about what you could possibly teach me.
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