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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[ragnarsson]

"First one. Then the other. Possibly with getting drunk in the middle there." Alcohol may not have been able to solve all problems, but at least it made the hole in his heart ache a little bit less.

He met up with Yuri near the fence of the city and it was clear something was bothering him a lot. Instead of the usual intense and angry air that Ivar always had about him, he seemed very subdued, his eyes looking sad. He didn't want to talk about what had happened just yet. Right now, he needed to distract himself from his pain.

"Let's do this," he said with far less enthusiasm than he might have had otherwise for one of his favorite hobbies.

[bespredel]

"Okay. I'll be there soon."

And just like that, Yuri had a backpack full of (mostly harmless) explosives slung over his shoulder, a box of matches in his pocket. The hoodie he was wearing was pulled up, the cat ears on his hoodie making his silhouette all the more obvious as he approached the other. It definitely didn't take a behavior analyst to see that the other was bothered by something fiercely, and Yuri couldn't help but wonder what. Of course, coming right out and asking the other was out of the question. That was a good way to earn himself a punch in the mouth, or worse.

"Yeah, okay. There's a spot not too far down that the Perimeter guards will let us through- they know me well enough by now," Yuri shrugged, before waving the other to follow him so that they could head out. Once they were on the other side of the fence though, Yuri started kicking his way through some underbrush, lips pursed as he tried to find a good spot to start causing some chaos that they also wouldn't be bothered by anyone else. Last thing they needed was to get kidnapped by another giant bird, or something.

"There's some dead trees this way, will probably look pretty cool to see them splinter apart when they blow up. Watch your eyes, though," Yuri had brought some sunglasses in his bag for the both of them for just in case. Proper eye wear it was not, but it was definitely better than nothing when it came to possible shrapnel.

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Ivar stayed quiet as they made their way to a suitable spot. He was miserable as could be, his thoughts all revolving around Letha. She had left him. He could ask himself why all day long, but the question had no good answer to it. Only she knew the answer. And if she'd wanted to tell him before she left, the necromancer could have. Instead, she'd just selfishly left him to marinate in all the questions and what-ifs his mind could conjure up.

They soon found a good spot to set up their instruments of destruction. Ivar selected one of the biggest explosives, made sure it had a long fuse, and then set it up in the nook of a tree branch. His goal was to see if he could blow the branch clean off the tree. He lit it and then scooted the chair back to a safe distance away. Despite his sadness, there was something he found comforting in mindless destruction. It was a healthier alternative then going and beating the crap out of a few people like he wanted to do.

[bespredel]

Yuri watched, for awhile. His hands in his pockets as he let the other set up the explosives. The other's black mood rolled off him in waves, and Yuri wanted to do something- he just... didn't really even know where to start. He had never been that kind of friend to anyone- had never been the shoulder to cry on, the one anybody turned to when they needed to talk about something.

"You think it's going to take the limb off?" he asked, glancing at the other as he shimmied into a safer position to watch, parked behind a rock that would shield him from any flying splinters, his sunglasses in place as he squinted over the edge, and watched the fuse burn down.

[ragnarsson]

"Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. As long as it blows something up, I don't care." Ivar was close to simply falling apart. Everything hurt and he had no way to deal with this. He'd never experienced a set of emotions like this before. He watched the branch intently. When the fuse ran down, nothing happened for a moment. Ivar knew better to approach the branch. Then there was Ka-BOOM! The limb snapped off with a sharp Crack! and fell to the ground with a mighty Crash!

Little bits of bark flew off all around them. Ivar barely flinched. He breathed out for a long moment before turning to look at Yuri. ".....Letha left me."