Picking back up where he left off (Open and Closed prompts)

[ragnarsson]

who: Ivar and you! +some closed prompts
what: Someone's back from his canon update. Someone might be more angry and crazier than ever.
when: Late February-Early March
where: All over the Quarantine
warnings: Ivar is Ivar. 'Nuff said.

[If you want a closed prompt, feel free to PM me or shoot me up on Light_shade]



I. Back and ready to roll

It's only been a short time since Ivar left Riverview, but for him, it's been two years. He's missed a lot about living in a more modern era: the convenience of modern lights, being able to have hot water whenever he wanted it, his wheelchair, and the food. So he's catching up on two years of deprivation, which means he can be found all over the city, doing various things. He's at a different place for lunch and dinner almost every night. Being without pizza and burgers this long is a pure travesty.

He also gets back into the swing of things with the Perimeter Guard. His skills have only sharpened in his time away, so he can be found training, gleefully bashing in a monster's head, or coming from these various activities sometimes covered in gore.

Anyone that he's missed will find a more emotional Viking than normal. He's missed his friends and family an awful lot in his time away. Though he'll never admit it, he's learned to appreciate what he has just a little bit more. However, it also seems like something else happened while he was away, for Ivar seems to be keeping his guard up and his hard shell around him more than ever, like he's trying to keep himself from getting hurt after it's already happened too much.

II. Catching up with his daughter

Ask Ivar what the number one thing he missed the most and it would be his daughter. He thought about Winter every single night he was gone and it ate away at the Viking terribly. His biggest fear was wondering if the same amount of time was passing in Riverview as it was for him. Was he missing out on two years of Winter's life? He'd been relieved to find only two weeks had passed.

It seemed that Winter had been rather fussy and upset while he was away if her draining life from those that had been taking care of her was any indication. It drove home again to Ivar that he needed to find a way to help her control her powers better. Maybe he'd been spoiling her just a little too much, even if she still just was a baby. But any thoughts of discipline were driven out of his head in favor of spending time with her.

He took her to the park dressed in one of her cutest outfits, letting her play around on the grass as she chased after the butterflies, one of her favorite hobbies. It was clear how much Ivar loved and had missed his little girl just by the way he looked at her.

III. Morphing time

It's been a while since Ivar has been able to properly morph. He hadn't had a whole lot of time to himself back home, and when he did, he usually had more pressing matters on his hand than practicing his shapeshifting skills. Besides, if anyone had caught him, the Vikings would have thought him some sort of unnatural being, a witch or the like, and might have contemplated the idea of burning him alive. So while there's been the occasional foray out as a dog or squirrel, they haven't been frequent.

So now that he's back in the city, he's back to his usual morphs. So there's the occasional dog, cat, squirrel, or more extraterrestrial creature roaming the city. For those that know it's him, he'll gladly approach them, and chat while in animal form. For those that don't know it's him, he's up to his usual tricks of spying on the unknowing populace to find out what he can.

Comments

[ragnarsson]

Ivar's frown deepens at Athelstan's words. Unfortunately for him, the priest has never been one much to bandy words about, or tell Ivar what he wants to hear. In fact, what he's saying right now is almost the exact opposite of what he wants to hear.

"I don't know if I want to. I fought a war to gain the power that I wanted against them. I did what I had to become king. Now that I have that, I don't want to give it back up. I'm afraid if I went to them now, others would see me as weak for trying to win them back." Ivar was forever a prideful and stubborn young man, two traits he'd inherited in abundance from Ragnar.

[pietistic]

"You care too much what others think, Ivar. What does it matter if they think you are weak when you are not weak?" Athelstan questions simply. After all, if Ivar isn't weak then even if someone would try to move against him thinking that he was they would find themselves against a formidable opponent.

"Do not let your pride get in the way because you are not weak and making amends takes immense strength."

[ragnarsson]

Much like Ragnar, Ivar hated admitting when someone else was right. Athelstan's words were wise and he knew he would do well to listen to them. But it was hard to tell himself that he'd been wrong to do what he did. "I'll think about it."

That's all he wants to say on this particular matter. Already, his heart feels lighter for having someone else know of the troubles that have weighed so heavily upon his mind. "I'm glad you don't judge me." Where had Athelstan gotten all this patience from, Ivar wondered. Probably from years of dealing with Ragnar and all the mistakes he'd made.

[pietistic]

Athelstan doesn't need Ivar to admit to him if he were wrong or not or to say more than he did. That Ivar would think about his words is what Athelstan finds important. He can't help Ivar if he won't think and listen and Ivar has proven to do both.

He smiles at Ivar's comment. "It has never been my place to judge," Athelstan says, a reference to his beliefs, though in younger years it had been harder not to judge, though his curiosity had over-ridden his judgement in those days as well. "I simply want the best for you."