Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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riverviewlogs2017-03-14 08:40 pm
ragnarsson) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-03-14 08:40 pm
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Is that a knife in your pocket...
who: Ivar and Letha
what: A sparring session!
when: 3/15
where: Training center near the housing
warnings: None yet
Ivar's curiosity had been perked when Letha had said she wanted to spar. He was interested to see what sort of differences there were in their fighting styles. He wasn't going to be going easy on her either because she was a woman or because she was pregnant. If she was good, her skills would speak for themselves. He got up early in the morning, strapped on on his weapons, and rolled out down towards the training center he'd been told about when he first got here.
He brought the ax, sword, and his knives with him, not sure which she has a preference for. The center had its own weapons to borrow, but he preferred his own, knowing every groove and nick in the weapons. He ran his fingers over the edge of his ax. There was a few minutes until the time he'd told her. Enough for a few practice throws. He selected a target and tossed his ax, hitting a bulls-eye. He wheeled the chair over and yanked it out, examining his mark. Not bad, but he could do better. He rolled back into position and took aim once more.
what: A sparring session!
when: 3/15
where: Training center near the housing
warnings: None yet
Ivar's curiosity had been perked when Letha had said she wanted to spar. He was interested to see what sort of differences there were in their fighting styles. He wasn't going to be going easy on her either because she was a woman or because she was pregnant. If she was good, her skills would speak for themselves. He got up early in the morning, strapped on on his weapons, and rolled out down towards the training center he'd been told about when he first got here.
He brought the ax, sword, and his knives with him, not sure which she has a preference for. The center had its own weapons to borrow, but he preferred his own, knowing every groove and nick in the weapons. He ran his fingers over the edge of his ax. There was a few minutes until the time he'd told her. Enough for a few practice throws. He selected a target and tossed his ax, hitting a bulls-eye. He wheeled the chair over and yanked it out, examining his mark. Not bad, but he could do better. He rolled back into position and took aim once more.
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"My father. He was the most famous Viking of them all. When he went exploring, he discovered new lands that no one had ever found before. He raided cities that had been impenetrable up to that point. He became Earl and then King when he started out as just a humble farmer. I wanted to be like him, make my own stamp on the world."
There's love and affection when he speaks of Ragnar. Ivar had come to adore his father in the short time he'd been back in his life. He was the only one to ever take a chance on his crippled son, seeing past the exterior to the strength that lay beneath. For that, Ivar had turned his keen mind towards revenge when he died. He wouldn't be satisfied until all of England had been raided.
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"My grandmother was the head of the Elder Council in Thornwell. That's... a bit like being Earl. But as much as she liked my father, she was never very fond of me. If I was ever in her shoes, I'd do everything very differently."
No, she wouldn't, because she'd be old enough to understand why Laurentia did the things she did. But she'll never know anyway.
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It was rather introspective for someone as young and violent as the Viking was, but Ivar had learned a lot from watching people, and figuring things out in his own head. His father hadn't been perfect and Ivar had known it. But he'd make his own way in the world and do properly as a son of Ragnar Lothbrok should.