"Well, that's got to be a mindfuck." Ronan noted that Ragnar didn't look bothered by it. Maybe he got his freaking out out of the way or maybe he didn't care.

He gestured to the bartender to order a drink. He went for vodka over ale. He needed the opposite of weak.

"Your son talks about you a lot." Ronan spoke carefully. His feelings for Ivar right now were very passionate and not in a good way, but he respected the love between father and son. He respected it enough to remember some manners. "Oh yeah, I'm Ronan."