Anger is a gift

[ragnarsson]

who: Ivar and you!
what: Fireflies, a chariot, catch-all for April
when: Late April
where: All over the city, the stables
warnings: Possible violence with the red firefly?



These little fireflies are an awful nuisance. Throughout the week, he would get bit by a whole troop of them. Sometimes just one, but if you catch him at the right time, there might be a few overlapping effecting him.

Red
When he gets bit, the obvious question is, "How can anyone even tell?" Ivar's always got a constant simmering state of barely-contained anger below the surface. It tends to come in two forms: the kind that instantly rises to the surface and makes him do stupid things like pick fights with people or attempt to murder them for the most banal of reasons. Or the second kind, which is far more dangerous. He buries it down and it lurks below the surface as he plots, ready to destroy whoever it is that's wronged him. It won't last too long, considering the handle he's already got on his anger, but beware anyone who finds him while he's still got his weapons nearby. Fortunately, this one only lasts about a day before the effects fade and he's back to his usual simmering anger.

Orange
The bug prompting him to be more open and honest hits him pretty hard. Ivar's never been one to hold back precisely what he's thinking, but usually it's veiled by a layer of biting sarcasm. Now, his honesty is much more naked, not really held back by any restraint. He's not going to bite his tongue even if it gets him into deep shit. On the other hand, if anyone has ever wanted to see what lies beneath the tough-as-nails exterior he's constantly projecting, now's the time to make the most of it. This one will last a couple of days before fading.

Violet
This one will affect him the longest, lasting almost the entire week. Ivar's entirely unused to dealing with the softer emotions of life. Vikings aren't big on open affection and love...well, love for him is a complicated emotion as it is. His thoughts during the week seem to be all over the place. He thinks an awful lot of a certain dark-haired necromancer, but oddly enough, he finds others creeping into his thoughts. Several of them are guys and that is definitely surprising. Anyone who catches him during this period of time is going to be in for a surprise. He can be quite caring and affectionate when the mood is exacerbated as much as it is by the fireflies.

Chariot Racing
Ivar takes a trip down to the stables to see his horse. He looked the gelding over, brushing, currying, and digging the bits of muck out of his hooves. Then it was time to do what he'd wanted to for a while. He harnessed the horse to the war chariot from home that had turned up one day. Then he got situated on the seat, slapped the reins down, and took off tearing down the street.

Anyone notice a horse and chariot barreling down at top speeds while the driver cackles like a madman? Yeah, that's Ivar. Best to get out of the way. He's not stopping if he runs you down. But he will stop if he sees anyone he knows, mainly so he can brag about the sweet set of wheels he has now. C'mon, it's ten times cooler than just a simple car.

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Ivar always gave his animals strong names. Garth meant 'Defender' in the Norse language and that's what he did for Ivar, helping to defend him in battle by pulling his chariot in battle.

Ivar put down Garth's left hoof and went around to the other side, lifting up the right one to start in on it. "You'd end up dead if you did," he said conversationally. Ivar didn't suffer his opponents to live very long.

He turned to look at Ronan and there was a strange look on his face as he did so. It was something Ivar was completely unfamiliar with, but that Ronan might have recognized. It was definitely the look of someone gazing at their crush. "I feel like you would have made a good Viking."

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Ronan laughed at Ivar stating he'd be dead. If he weren't on a chariot, then yeah, probably. That was what happened if you fell off your horse back then. Otherwise... well, they wouldn't find out. It'd be a shame to get into a real fight with Ivar. He wasn't that bad.

Ronan grinned. "I'd have made people shit their pants. Ronan the Night Horror. Nah, man. You wouldn't want to see me as a Viking. The world's safer with Ronan Lynch." He was a creature who brought monsters into this world and he's seen others do far worse with that power.

He looked back at Ivar, smiling, and also missing the way Ivar stared at him. Ronan should have, but it didn't occur to him as a possibility. It also didn't help that he'd steadfastly ignored any of his admirers until his boyfriend came along.

When Ronan looked at Ivar, he had a look on his face that was affectionate. That was something in and of itself for Ronan Lynch. There weren't many who impressed him.

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Ivar liked hearing Ronan laugh. It struck him again that Ronan didn't seem like the type to smile much or be outwardly amused by much. He was tough, bred from the same sort of stock that Ivar himself came from. It made it all the better that he could induce such emotions in his friend.

"True. Better to carve your own path out as yourself. That's what I'm doing." He'd end up in the history books for what he'd end up doing. Right now was only the start of what people would record about Ivar The Boneless

The look of affection was good enough for Ivar. He was used to having to fight for every scrap of what he wanted to get from people his entire life, emotionally or physically. To have affection so freely given was gratifying, even if he didn't fully recognize why he craved the emotion.

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Ronan wasn't in the habit of being free with his laughs or affection, but races always put him in a better mood and the company was better than he'd had in a while. The fireflies did their part as well. There was more to honesty than simply speaking the truth.

It didn't change his body language that much though. Case in point, he slid his finger across his throat in the timeless gesture of slitting one. "Carving's a pretty way to put it, Barbarian." Ronan might not approve but it was in line with his dark humor. "I'll look for your name in the old Norse sagas when I get home."

Ronan didn't realize that not only would he find Ivar, but it would a short search.

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"You'll find me there, even if it's just a mention as being a son of my father." Ragnar Lothbrok had been one of the most famous Vikings in the world, doing things no other Viking had done before. Even so, the Seer had prophesied that his sons would become even more famous and achieve even more than he had. Ivar was well on his way to doing that.

Suddenly realizing how much he was focusing on Ronan, Ivar got back to the task at hand, busying himself with finishing up with Garth's hooves. He was mostly rubbed down, so Ivar combed out his mane and tail. All that was left was to get him back in his stable. Ivar led the now-placid horse back over to his stall, where he happily began to munch on the hay in there.

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Ronan thought of asking about Ivar's father. But parents were, as a whole, a touchy subject for him. He'd rather not ruin the day. If Ivar wanted to talk about it, he would.

"Don't disappoint me, man. The 'son ofs' are the most boring part. Either you conquer the shit out of some people or you name a kid after me to make all the reading worth it." Ronan thought he had a great name but he doubted a Viking would think so, given how Irish the name was.

Ronan admired Garth for a few more moments. He didn't say anything. He wasn't one for overstatement unless a variety of curses were involved. He slowly turned back to head for outside.