Before Ronan could think of a flippant remark to this bordering on heartfelt moment, Ivar had thrust a bag at him. The moment drifted every closer to awkwardly sentimental, if it wasn't already there.

Curious, at both the gift and the way Ivar wasn't looking at him, Ronan took the bag.

A brief and, Ronan felt, irrational thought burst into his head that this might be something romantic. Ronan dreaded the prospect, primarily because he had a boyfriend, but he soon reassured himself that Ivar was a viking. He probably hated people knowing he had a heart as much as Ronan did.

The thought was soon struck from his mind when Ronan opened the bag.

"Aw sweet, man." He pulled out the boxing wraps. "Black as sin. Fucking awesome. God, I can't wait to test these suckers out." He flexed his hand before he started wrapping them around his fist.

Ronan was like a kid in a candy store if the candy store was outside a MMA match.