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Things were finally starting to feel relatively normal. Well, as normal as it could feel while feeling happier than she's felt in a long time. That level of things working was a rarity. In fact, Rogue's even stopped fussing (as frequently) over the post-coma mutant.

His desire to move, nor the place he chose, didn't surprise Rogue in the least. And like any good woman worth her salt, she'd threatened bodily harm upon him had he tried to lift a single box or piece of furniture during the process, one of the perks of dating a woman with super strength and flight.

"For them," she explained shaking a large container of catnip while stepping through the front door, raising a bottle of good bourbon in her other hand with a widening grin. "For us."

Her hair was up in a wild bun, curls escaping and falling into her face per usual, and she wore a sleek and comfortable green dress and long, black gloves for the occasion. She has a bag slung over her shoulder as well, no doubt hiding a few more treats or housewarming gifts.

Knowing he and his people had been safe from the nanite plague had been pleasant news, but finally having the ability to verify this for herself pleased the mutant, especially since he could have very well muddled the truth over the phone. Besides, Rogue had developed a close appreciation of the Viking during her time here, and she enjoyed his company, which she'd come to miss.

In particular, she wanted to share with him a little spot with proper southern cooking (that wasn't her own) and had amazing beignets to boot. With the weather as beautiful as it'd been, Rogue offered to pick him up and 'accompany' him to the cafe, not divulging to the Viking that she'd showing up in her motorcycle, a perk of working at a mechanic's shop.

So, he'd likely hear her rumbling approach before getting an eyeful of her wearing a pair of hip (and everything) hugging jeans, a green tank top, as well as tan a tan bomber jacket with matching riding boots. She's not wearing a helmet, her hair wild and wind tossed even up in a messy bun, but she certainly has one for his relatively squishy human skull.

The Viking has grown appreciative of the Southern belle in the time she's been in the city. She's different in a way he can't put his finger on. It's not just her mutation that factors into it. There's something unique that makes Rogue the way she is. Were it not for the fact people kept leaving him, he might be more inclined to get closer to her, but right now the teen is a touch gun-shy instead.

Ivar was sitting outside when he saw Rogue pull up, looking something like a modern-day Valkyrie as she roared in on her motorcycle. Ivar's never ridden one before for the same reason he doesn't ride horses: his legs are too weak to have the proper grip strength to hold on. Well, he's got the leg braces Tony made for him, so now a whole new world has opened up to him.

There's a grin on his face as he gets up to meet her. The braces make it easy for him to walk unaided as long as he doesn't try to go too fast. "You didn't tell me we'd be riding around in style," he says, admiring the machine with a long glance.

A wide grin spreads across her features at the sight of him, eyes warm as she strolls the distance between them. Her eyebrows raise approvingly at the sight of the legs and it's evident she's delighted that he's up and mobile. Even more so that he's clearly made friends with one goatee-sporting Avenger. She knows that level of craftsmanship and style anywhere regardless of the universe.

"Looks like you're the one ridin' in style sugah. That's Stark tech." Rogue drawls as she takes the time to admire his braces, playing it up as though she's checking him out as well. No harm, no foul right? When she's done, the mutant motions that she wants a proper hug from him, careful to avoid brushing her skin against his in the process. "You look good. How they feel? Can you fly with me now?"

As if it were possible, she appears even more excited at the prospect of 'teaching' the Viking how to fly. That, and she might just be reorganizing their plans for the evening to include this happy discovery. Hope they're dancing legs Ivar.

Ivar gives her an actual warm smile in return. "He is a little crazy, but he is also a genius. I gave him a present to thank him." He'd fully expected Tony to charge him at least something for the braces, but maybe he just found the challenge of getting a crippled Viking warrior up and mobile to be a reward unto itself. Either way, Ivar was incapable of saying thank you like a normal person, so he let his actions speak louder than his words.

He gives her a firm hug, not bothering to pull back on his strength for once. Rogue was one person even stronger than him. "Fly? No thanks. I keep my feet on the ground." Flying was too much like being in a boat over the water. He was, truth be told, a little bit afraid of the idea. Being in animal form was one thing. Creatures like birds and the habbit had their instincts to help guide him. But being on his own, nope, not gonna happen.

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"He's good people, even if he is from a different universe than the Tony ah know." She comments pleasantly, the fondness growing in her eyes at the mention of presents. "Speakin' of presents, your gifts were lovely sugah." He receives an extra squeeze for a less verbal thanking. "Thank you."

He probably shouldn't have mentioned his unwillingness to fly, her expression taking on a more devious note. "Is that so?" With his firm grip on her along with her own protective embrace, the mutant gently flies into the air, which is to say they're simply now hovering a whole three feet above the ground. There's not a chance she's going to drop him, not when she could carry him with the strength of a single finger. "Ah got you," she murmurs reassuringly as she shifted her feet just under his, so that he's actually standing on them just as much as she's holding him up.

Don't mind her humming a 'A Whole New World' ever so softly under her breath.

"I knew another one who was different from this one." Man alive, speaking of the multiverse became confusing when individuals had the same name. "He was my roommate. He made me all sorts of nice things like arm braces with blades inside them." It had actually been the Tony from Rogue's world that he'd roomed with when he first came here. Tony had mainly made such things as bribes to get the Viking teenager to behave. Surprisingly enough, it had worked out well.

He holds onto Rogue very tightly when they lift into the air. It's a reminder of back when he was a child and had to be carried everywhere. That hadn't lasted too long. Ivar had always been fiercely independent even as a child. But he wasn't kidding about wanting to keep his feet on the ground. Still, he can handle just a few feet off the ground. "Alright, you got me off the ground. Is this where your master plan ends?"

Her interest piques, her head tilting slightly at the mention of another Tony, which would make three. She can't help but huff a soft chuckle out at that, but her expression settles to something more serious, more appreciative. "He saved mah life. There was a mist killin' off mah kind, and ah got real sick from it. It... Put me in a coma." Which explains one of the reasons why the recent nanite plague hit her so hard.

But, she has no desire to dwell on the negative, only to express her opinion of the Tony she knew. The comas are also fresh in her mind, both her own and Remy's.

Flying always brought joy to Rogue, similar to riding motorcycles, the wind whipping through her hair and that feeling of utter freedom. Even floating there with Ivar she feels peace, but she also can feel his uneasiness and slowly brings them back to the ground, his feet touching first as she lingers in the air. "Mn, nope." Her hands smoothed up to his shoulders, working into his muscles for a couple moments as she had when they first met. In the end, her gloved hands move the shaven sides of his head so she can press a kiss to the top of his hair. Only then does she settle her own feet back to earth, a smug grin tugging at her lips. "Better?"

"He is crazy but like a fox," Ivar agrees. "I'm glad he was able to help you. Life has been more interesting for me since I met you." He was rapidly developing a strong friendship with Rogue. If there was something a little more he felt, well, he was ignoring that for right now. He's been burned too many times in the past to open up his heart to anyone else right now.

He groans happily when her hands are first in the muscles of his shoulder and then move onto his hair. Ivar has a great weakness that few know about when it comes to someone playing with his hair. It just felt so nice. "Yes, much better." She could just keep doing that all day and he'd be content. One of his hands goes up, careful to avoid the skin of her face, as he traces the streak of white in her hair.

There's a curious tilt of her head at the fox comparison, but it's really the next series of comments that capture her attention. She's still hovering above him when her eyes flutter closed to halt any threat of more intense emotions from escaping. Her happy smile betrays that, of course.

"Me too sugah." She murmurs gently. In the time she's spent with Ivar thus far, Rogue understands him to struggle with expressing emotions, so his words mean all the more to the mutant. "Ah'm glad ah met you that night." And she means it, wanting him to know that she values him in her life here. "You're chosen family and ah'd be upset if somethin' terrible happened to you."

She's got his back, but she doesn't want to overwhelm him by telling him too many points of truth, even if she feels he needs to hear them. Even as her feet return to the ground, Rogue continues to keep contact with him, returning to work on his shoulders once more, but her fingers slow to a relaxed halt as he fingers along her bangs. "Good. Wouldn't want to have ruined it all before the day ah got planned even started. You hungry?"

She's so sweet to him, something Ivar is completely unused to. People always seem like they want something from him in return for their sympathies or for treating him decently. "You're too good to me." She makes him feel relaxed and happy, two things he doesn't have a lot of in abundance.

"I feel the same way about you." Not that he thought Rogue couldn't handle herself. She was definitely one of the strongest women he'd ever met. "You would make a good shieldmaiden." A compliment of the highest degree from a Viking.

He smiles at the mention of getting something to eat, completely in a calm and relaxed state now. "Food would be wonderful, yes."

Rogue's spent so much of her life taking from others, it's the whole premise of her powers, which might explain her giving, altruistic nature. That and she's been used by people who should have loved and supported her, used for her destructive mutation. She was taught to use them to rip apart others, stealing powers and knowledge for her own (or rather Mystique's) selfish plans. She's long since changed, learning better ways to reach out to others, to mend bridges rather than destroy them. Her deep capability for empathy has shaped her into the caring, protective woman that sees the good in even the most troubled souls. He's worthy of such chances at happiness too.

"You've done nothin' to earn otherwise," she reaffirms that this isn't just her taking pity on him or anything manipulative and self-serving. His return of affection as well as the high level compliment quirk a wide, fond smile over her features as she tugs him into a careful hug, hand going to the back of his head to pull him close. "You know that means we need to have a good spar finally, if you consider me shield maiden caliber."

She separates slowly and with care before motioning to the bike. "Fly, ride, or walk?"

Kindness definitely goes a long way in breaking down Ivar's walls. He's been hurt so many times in his life, both by people who saw him as nothing but a cripple and by people he cared about leaving him, that to have people be otherwise made him nicer than he ever was otherwise.

His eyes glint at the idea of sparring with her. "Most definitely. I'm sure I can surprise you a little with what I can do in combat." He was a decent fighter even when he'd been in clunky braces from 818. In his new state-of-the-art ones, he would be nearly unstoppable.

"Let's ride." He's never been on a motorcycle before, but it looks like it'll be fun. Maybe a little like riding the chariot he's so very fond of tearing around the city in on occasion.

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Housewarming for Remy

Dancing legs for Ivar

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