But since you've been gone, girl you know the thought of you's driving me mad

[ragnarsson]

who: Ivar and you! + some closed prompts
what: The Viking tries (and fails to) deal with heartbreak
when: After August 25th and into September
where: All over the city
warnings: Possible violence, mentions of underage sex



She'd left him. Well, to be more specific, Letha had left him and Winter. Somehow, that hurt almost worse than anything, knowing that she didn't love her own child enough to stay and care for her. What had possessed her to do it, he'd never know. They'd finally slept together for the first time, and while they lay in bed together afterwards, Ivar had worked up the courage to tell her that he loved her for the first time.

The next day, she was gone.

Apparently, they'd gotten that portal working well enough to send her where she wanted to go. Those running it told him where they'd set it for: Kattegat in 816. His home world. Wasn't that just a kick in the ass, that she'd run away to where he'd come from? Ivar had been too stunned at the time to do much more than wonder why.

Eventually, the emotions hit, and considering the Viking never had a good grasp on them anyway, they were all over the place. He could be found alternately crying his eyes out, sulking like a small child, taking his rage out at the weapons training center, or spending time with Winter to distract himself. He could be encountered in just about any mood, but one thing was clear: Ivar was hurting bad, heartbroken in the way that someone could only be upon losing their first love.

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[deathkid]

Nico can tell that Ivar is adept at this. He too is familiar with tracking, but not to the level and natural aptitude that Ivar seems to have. He chalks it up to being from a time period when hunting was needed and figures it's good he's letting Ivar take the lead.

But as they come to the remains of the creature's meal, he frowns. It really must be big if it could take down the sizable animal it's left behind. His senses reach out again, but once more, he doesn't pick up anything other than the aura of death that surrounds the creature's kill and likely the animal itself.

Unsheathing his sword, he pokes at the carcass before lifting his eyes to Ivar.

"Not far, I'm guessing. We should probably prepare ourselves. Do you mind if I summon something to help us? Zombies can be rather quiet if I need them to be."

[ragnarsson]

"Sure." Much as Ivar is eager to take on this creature, having some back-up might be prudent when he isn't doing his clearest thinking. "You do what you have to. I'm going to take a look ahead." He follows the creature's tracks down to a small clearing where the treeline breaks up.

It looks like there's a giant grassy hill with a smaller one beside it in front of him. Then suddenly, the hill begins to move, with the little hill turning to the side. It's the beast itself, the long fur green in color, and with the same consistency as grass. Lying perfectly still like it was, it completely blends into the surrounding woods like a giant hillock.

It has hindquarters lower to the ground than its front legs, giving it a hunched appearance like a hyena. The face has a short, stubby muzzle and little round ears. When the beast yawns, it stretches open a wide maw filled with teeth. It brings up a large paw to scratch an itch on its belly. It is moving slow, still full from the last kill it made.

Ivar takes one look at it and then slowly backs the chair up before it can see him. He hurries back to Nico, eyes shining bright with excitement. "I found it. I think we're going to need those zombies."

[deathkid]

At that, Nico nods. He kneels down to the ground and mumbles a few words in Ancient Greek, closing his eyes as concentrates. Soon, the ground rumbles a little under them and Nico looks up, smirking. From the dirt crawls three zombies, each dressed in what appears to be old military uniforms. When they've fully emerged, Nico looks up and smirks at Ivar. The zombies stand at attention and salute.

"Let's do this," he says, standing before the zombies and giving his sword a twirl. He steps forward, eyes now shifting to the foliage from where Ivar had come.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar pulls out one of his axes, his favorite one covered in enchanted runes, a gift from Loki his first week here. "A fair warning. It's pretty damn big. Kind of looks like a bear with green fur." He is rather excited at the prospect of getting that beast as a nice rug for the floor. Green is an excellent color to add to any house.

"This way." He leads Nico and the zombies back to the clearing. The beast is still there, now using its long teeth to groom the thick fur that resembles grass that covers it from head to toe. It has a long tail that splits into two portions halfway down, each fork waving lazily in the air.

Ivar analyzes it for a moment. "Let's be smart about this. We'll need to hit it hard and fast at first. Otherwise, it's going to strike back, and then we might get into some trouble."