[Ragnar didn't need Ivar's anger and hatred to make him feel guilty. Just knowing he'd failed, even if he technically hadn't yet, was enough to feel like the lowest of the low. He found himself wondering if he would hate the man he would become.
He laughed, a soft, bitter, breathy chuckle.] So you love me and you hate me?
[He thought about Lagertha and Rollo. Maybe Athelstan, except the priest would never admit he hated anyone. Bjorn? Floki?] Sounds about right.
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He laughed, a soft, bitter, breathy chuckle.] So you love me and you hate me?
[He thought about Lagertha and Rollo. Maybe Athelstan, except the priest would never admit he hated anyone. Bjorn? Floki?] Sounds about right.