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Monthly log post!
who: Ivar and you!
what: Open prompts + some closed ones
when: Throughout November
where: All over the city, outside the walls
warnings: None currently
A. The Proudest Father
Despite his best attempts, Ivar often found he couldn't spend nearly as much time with Winter as he wanted to. It was hard balancing a job, a social life, and being a parent. But he always managed to squeeze in a few hours here and there for his daughter. Ivar absolutely adored his little girl. She was the only one in Riverview who had completely gotten past his defenses, worming her way into his heart.
So he set aside a full day at least once a week to devote himself to spending time with Winter. She had finally grown out of her more fragile state, losing that smallness that being born premature had caused. She'd started to grow, showing a great interest in the world around her. Now she was able to support her head and look up. She'd started softly babbling, though these occasions were still far and few in between, for she remained a very quiet baby.
Ivar was often found on the weekends taking the little mite out to explore the city. Sometimes, he was in a park, softly telling her stories of the gods from his homeland. Or maybe he was out at a store, giving serious thought as to which toy he should buy that she was liking best. He often bragged to just about anyone who was near how wonderful she was. Although Ivar's taste in Winter's outfits could be somewhat...questionable, it was clear he was deeply in love with his little baby girl.
B. Perimeter Guarding
Ivar enjoyed his job immensely. It helped get out the worst of his aggression, always a good thing when his thoughts tended to range close to homicide. He took shifts at random times thanks to having a baby to watch over, so he could be found at almost any time of the day.
He could often be found in a number of spots. Sometimes, he was by the fence, patrolling against any monsters that might make it through. Other times, he hanging around the building, looking for anyone to spar with. And always, whenever there was paperwork due, he was found cajoling and acting his most charming, trying to get other people to do it for him with the excuse that he couldn't possibly do it since he couldn't even read.
C. Horse on fire + Chariot = Awesomeness
After many patient months of trial and error with Skinfaxi, Ivar had finally gotten the Ponyta to accept a harness, reins, and a bridle without burning them into ash. Things had to go much slower with the fire horse Pokemon than with a regular horse, but Ivar merely kept the end goal in sight. Skinfaxi trusted him, so he gradually built the horse's tolerance and strength levels up as he got bigger.
Now full-grown, with long legs, a broad chest, and a thick neck, today was the day he was finally ready to put his pet to the test. He'd taken him to the stables, releasing him from the Pokeball in a flash of light. Gathering up the equipment, he'd hooked up the harness to the chariot. After a few practice laps around the arena, it was time for the final step.
He took Skinfaxi out onto the main street. He started off slow, taking the horse at a slow trot. Things seemed to be going well, so Ivar cautiously took the horse a little faster. Emboldened by his progress, he let the fire horse have his head, taking him up to a canter. Skinfaxi took off like a shot, flames licking across his body and the harness without burning any of it. Cackling like a madman and looking like a scene from Ragnarok, a Viking galloping around in a chariot on fire.
Try not to get run over, people. You'll kill his buzz if you do.
D. Closed To Marco - Sleep Cute
So there were definite perks to living with one's crush. Being able to casually pop in for random, totally-not-a-date moments were definitely one of them. Ivar had suggested that they could watch a movie together, looking casual on the outside while internally feeling like he might combust. Marco agreed and the Viking wondered if he was going to faint from relief.
He'd brought some beers and popcorn over to Marco's room, and really, there was no better excuse to be able to lean in close while lying on his bed, watching an old black-and-white film on a very large TV. Ivar was perfectly content to just let their fingers occasionally touch as they both reached for popcorn. But he'd miscalculated on one key factor. Winter had kept him up most of the night before with some tummy trouble that couldn't be soothed until almost dawn. So the combination of a warm bed plus some food was making him very sleepy.
Pretty soon, Ivar's eyes had fallen shut, and Marco would find Ivar snuggled up pretty well next to him, fast asleep. At least he made a pretty picture while he dreamed.
E. Closed To Thor - Come On Donkey
When he'd asked Thor if he wanted to go hunting something large with sharp teeth, the god had seemed all too willing. Time for some good old-fashioned family bonding time, Norse style. Things had gone according to plan at first when they traveled outside the walls. It wasn't too long before they found something with many sharp teeth. Actually, it seemed to have several mouths filled with sharp teeth, plus more limbs than seemed to be the normal and several eyes where they shouldn't have been, but that was all the better for trying to kill it.
The battle was wonderful, going back and forth. The trouble came when the beast swiped at Ivar with one of its many paws. He'd managed to scoot out of the way by sliding out of his wheelchair, but the creature had followed through on its attack by crunching the chair to pieces with its large bulk. Ivar didn't even really think anything of it until the monster lay in a dead heap.
He crawled over to where his now destroyed chair lay. He prodded it in hopes of salvaging it, but the thing had been busted into about eight different pieces. There was no way it was going to work again.
Ivar frowned, looking over to his uncle with a resigned expression on his face. "This could present a problem." Crawling all the way back to the city was not going to be a pleasant experience.
F. Closed To Bucky - Gun Control
Since experiencing the ex-assassin's memories, Ivar had quite a bit to mull on. It was the tying off point for a lot of what he'd experienced with his friend over the past seven months. The vague answers he gave, the repeated warnings to stay away (which Ivar had naturally ignored), even that bizarre period of time where he'd been a different version of himself all started to fall into place. He now had a clearer line of where Bucky had been and who he had become.
Perhaps he was right. Maybe he should stay away from him, for Winter's sake if not his own. He knew in a fair fight Bucky could easy kill him. But Vikings held no fear about death. Valhalla was where he was destined to go, but not a moment before he was ready. So, rather than do the smart thing as he was warranted to do, Ivar did exactly what he wanted to instead.
He went sniffing around for Bucky in one of the hideouts he had around the city. The art of tracking down someone who didn't want to be found was a lost art to most modern people. It required patience, a lot of skill, and a little bit of luck. Ivar thought he'd found the right one when he stumbled across the right building that had blankets bunched into a makeshift bed and more than the usual amount of trash around. He looked for Bucky, knowing he was probably already being watched. "Are you around?"
what: Open prompts + some closed ones
when: Throughout November
where: All over the city, outside the walls
warnings: None currently
A. The Proudest Father
Despite his best attempts, Ivar often found he couldn't spend nearly as much time with Winter as he wanted to. It was hard balancing a job, a social life, and being a parent. But he always managed to squeeze in a few hours here and there for his daughter. Ivar absolutely adored his little girl. She was the only one in Riverview who had completely gotten past his defenses, worming her way into his heart.
So he set aside a full day at least once a week to devote himself to spending time with Winter. She had finally grown out of her more fragile state, losing that smallness that being born premature had caused. She'd started to grow, showing a great interest in the world around her. Now she was able to support her head and look up. She'd started softly babbling, though these occasions were still far and few in between, for she remained a very quiet baby.
Ivar was often found on the weekends taking the little mite out to explore the city. Sometimes, he was in a park, softly telling her stories of the gods from his homeland. Or maybe he was out at a store, giving serious thought as to which toy he should buy that she was liking best. He often bragged to just about anyone who was near how wonderful she was. Although Ivar's taste in Winter's outfits could be somewhat...questionable, it was clear he was deeply in love with his little baby girl.
B. Perimeter Guarding
Ivar enjoyed his job immensely. It helped get out the worst of his aggression, always a good thing when his thoughts tended to range close to homicide. He took shifts at random times thanks to having a baby to watch over, so he could be found at almost any time of the day.
He could often be found in a number of spots. Sometimes, he was by the fence, patrolling against any monsters that might make it through. Other times, he hanging around the building, looking for anyone to spar with. And always, whenever there was paperwork due, he was found cajoling and acting his most charming, trying to get other people to do it for him with the excuse that he couldn't possibly do it since he couldn't even read.
C. Horse on fire + Chariot = Awesomeness
After many patient months of trial and error with Skinfaxi, Ivar had finally gotten the Ponyta to accept a harness, reins, and a bridle without burning them into ash. Things had to go much slower with the fire horse Pokemon than with a regular horse, but Ivar merely kept the end goal in sight. Skinfaxi trusted him, so he gradually built the horse's tolerance and strength levels up as he got bigger.
Now full-grown, with long legs, a broad chest, and a thick neck, today was the day he was finally ready to put his pet to the test. He'd taken him to the stables, releasing him from the Pokeball in a flash of light. Gathering up the equipment, he'd hooked up the harness to the chariot. After a few practice laps around the arena, it was time for the final step.
He took Skinfaxi out onto the main street. He started off slow, taking the horse at a slow trot. Things seemed to be going well, so Ivar cautiously took the horse a little faster. Emboldened by his progress, he let the fire horse have his head, taking him up to a canter. Skinfaxi took off like a shot, flames licking across his body and the harness without burning any of it. Cackling like a madman and looking like a scene from Ragnarok, a Viking galloping around in a chariot on fire.
Try not to get run over, people. You'll kill his buzz if you do.
D. Closed To Marco - Sleep Cute
So there were definite perks to living with one's crush. Being able to casually pop in for random, totally-not-a-date moments were definitely one of them. Ivar had suggested that they could watch a movie together, looking casual on the outside while internally feeling like he might combust. Marco agreed and the Viking wondered if he was going to faint from relief.
He'd brought some beers and popcorn over to Marco's room, and really, there was no better excuse to be able to lean in close while lying on his bed, watching an old black-and-white film on a very large TV. Ivar was perfectly content to just let their fingers occasionally touch as they both reached for popcorn. But he'd miscalculated on one key factor. Winter had kept him up most of the night before with some tummy trouble that couldn't be soothed until almost dawn. So the combination of a warm bed plus some food was making him very sleepy.
Pretty soon, Ivar's eyes had fallen shut, and Marco would find Ivar snuggled up pretty well next to him, fast asleep. At least he made a pretty picture while he dreamed.
E. Closed To Thor - Come On Donkey
When he'd asked Thor if he wanted to go hunting something large with sharp teeth, the god had seemed all too willing. Time for some good old-fashioned family bonding time, Norse style. Things had gone according to plan at first when they traveled outside the walls. It wasn't too long before they found something with many sharp teeth. Actually, it seemed to have several mouths filled with sharp teeth, plus more limbs than seemed to be the normal and several eyes where they shouldn't have been, but that was all the better for trying to kill it.
The battle was wonderful, going back and forth. The trouble came when the beast swiped at Ivar with one of its many paws. He'd managed to scoot out of the way by sliding out of his wheelchair, but the creature had followed through on its attack by crunching the chair to pieces with its large bulk. Ivar didn't even really think anything of it until the monster lay in a dead heap.
He crawled over to where his now destroyed chair lay. He prodded it in hopes of salvaging it, but the thing had been busted into about eight different pieces. There was no way it was going to work again.
Ivar frowned, looking over to his uncle with a resigned expression on his face. "This could present a problem." Crawling all the way back to the city was not going to be a pleasant experience.
F. Closed To Bucky - Gun Control
Since experiencing the ex-assassin's memories, Ivar had quite a bit to mull on. It was the tying off point for a lot of what he'd experienced with his friend over the past seven months. The vague answers he gave, the repeated warnings to stay away (which Ivar had naturally ignored), even that bizarre period of time where he'd been a different version of himself all started to fall into place. He now had a clearer line of where Bucky had been and who he had become.
Perhaps he was right. Maybe he should stay away from him, for Winter's sake if not his own. He knew in a fair fight Bucky could easy kill him. But Vikings held no fear about death. Valhalla was where he was destined to go, but not a moment before he was ready. So, rather than do the smart thing as he was warranted to do, Ivar did exactly what he wanted to instead.
He went sniffing around for Bucky in one of the hideouts he had around the city. The art of tracking down someone who didn't want to be found was a lost art to most modern people. It required patience, a lot of skill, and a little bit of luck. Ivar thought he'd found the right one when he stumbled across the right building that had blankets bunched into a makeshift bed and more than the usual amount of trash around. He looked for Bucky, knowing he was probably already being watched. "Are you around?"
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He could leave, go back through the portals, but he wouldn't. Being found here was much less dangerous than being found at home, he'd not seen any evidence that the remnants of HYDRA had made it here and so the danger of the Soldier being unleashed was lessened in Quarantine.
Still, it sent a slight tingle up his spine whenever someone did track him down, which is why he was watching Ivar now from the rafters, hidden in the gloom up high. When he saw who it was, though, he dropped down a few feet away, knees bending to absorb the impact with practised ease.
"Wasn't sure I'd see you again."
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"I brought lunch." He leaned around to where he had hooked a bag from one of the local sandwich shops through the handles of his wheelchair. There was the occasional advantage to using the device to get around and having a place to hold things was one of them. He pulled out three different sandwiches, some bags of chips, and a few sodas. Yes, he is in fact looking out for Bucky in his own way. Better this way then having to steal food from vendors like a homeless man.
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For once, his own lips quirk up in return and he's still smiling as he reaches out to take one of the sandwiches.
"I guess you have your answers now, huh?"
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Ivar bites into his own sandwich, a Dagwood creation with lots of layers of meat and vegetables. He swallows, talking around "I finally get why you didn't want people to see that. The last person I wanted here to see my memories saw some things I would rather have kept private." Surprisingly though, mutually seeing each other's memories had caused Dodger and Ivar to form another one of their uneasy truces. He wasn't sure how long this one would last, but at least it meant Ivar didn't have to worry about leaving Winter an orphan anytime soon.
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Bucky brushes past any further talk about what Ivar saw inside his head or what it might mean, because it touched so deeply on topics that he could barely consider just in his own head let alone out loud. Better to focus his concern on Ivar and if his deep dark secrets might be making their way into the public domain.
The kid was unstable enough as it is at the best of times, having the extra aggression of someone knowing about his private moments couldn't be making it any better.
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"He acted pretty weird about it. He came up, talked me like we haven't tried to kill each other for months, and then took me to a gun range." Now's probably the point in the story where alarm bells would start going off in Bucky's head, though he needn't have worried. Ivar didn't easily break his word once he'd given it to someone he respected and cared about.
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"Yeah? I didn't think you were going to a gun range again?"
It wasn't an accusation, more a quiet question.
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It had been a strange way to start off their truce, but nothing about the way Dodger and Ivar interacted with each other was normal. Ivar glanced over at Bucky. "He kept trying to push me to use one, but I refused." He doesn't have to elaborate as to why. He'd promised Bucky and was intent on keeping his word. It was a surprising amount of self-control for someone with as bad a temper as Ivar.
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"That so? Thank you."
It means a surprising amount to him that Ivar kept his word, and that he plans to wait until Bucky thinks he's ready.
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"You're welcome. When I give my word to someone, I intend to keep it." More than that, it showed that he'd grown in a way, able to have the patience to wait for Bucky to deem him ready, instead of stubbornly deciding he knew what was best.
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He pushed himself up to his feet and rolled his shoulders. "C'mon, then, guess we have some work to do to teach you to shoot."
How was this the only response my e-mail ate? -_-
Putting the food to the side, and hiding his surprise, he hastily followed Bucky. "What's the first step?"
because emails are evil
He has guns with him, he always does, hidden at various points on his person in case of a sudden attack.
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Don't mind the way he was peering at Bucky, trying to find out precisely where he was hiding those guns on him. It was a good lesson to learn. Ivar had long since known how to hide knives from view, but to be able to hide a bulkier weapon from view could make a big difference if he had to use the gun on a person or monster.
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He didn't speak again until they reached a suitable place, far enough away to not risk anyone else with stray bullets, and then he pulled out two handguns from beneath his hoodie.
"The first thing you need to be aware of is recoil. The more powerful the gun, the bigger the recoil, you have to brace against it."
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Ivar took the gun, holding it with both hands. "Like the pull of a bowstring?" At least he wouldn't have to worry too much about the recoil in that case. Ivar had a lot of upper body strength as Bucky well knew.
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Bucky wasn't as familiar with the archaic weapon of bows and arrows, but he had been schooled in everything just in case, and there was a type of recoil to that weaponry even if it wasn't quite the same.
"How much were you shown before I asked you to stop?"
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Loki had done that much for the young Viking, even if his intentions hadn't been entirely benign. Ivar was no fool and figured his god had mainly wanted a way to sow more chaos by teaching Ivar. At least Ivar had made sure he wasn't going to flinch every time the gunshot went off.
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He hands off one of the guns to Ivar and gestures at a rock about fifteen feet away, only about four feet in diameter, and takes a half step backwards so as not to be in the way of any accidental stray bullets.
"I want to see what you can do."
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It was a smaller target then the ones Loki had set up and the targets on the gun range. Ivar carefully lined up, took in a big breath, and let it out as he took a shot. Dirt spat up close to the rock, but there was no hit. Ivar wasn't discouraged. He merely took aim again and fired. It took most of the clip, but eventually, one of the bullets smacked into the rock.
Ivar flipped the safety on and looked expectantly over at Bucky.
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His posture is awful and his way of aiming needs a lot of correcting, where the hell did he find those moves, but he reacts well to the recoil and the sound, both things that usually take a lot of time to get used to. There's definite hope for him, he's a better newcomer to guns than a lot of people he's seen.
"Where did you learn to sit like that while firing?"
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He'd had to learn somewhere since he'd had no real teacher and the movies seemed as good a place as any.
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"Okay, well we're not in a Western, so how about we work on that first. You need to centre your weight, make yourself as solid and unmovable as possible."
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He looks over at Bucky again to see if he's corrected himself enough.
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That's more of a sniper problem, but he's always going to be a sniper at heart.
"Good. Now keep both eyes on your target, and try again."
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