Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson (
ragnarsson) wrote in
riverviewlogs2017-09-03 09:22 am
But since you've been gone, girl you know the thought of you's driving me mad
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.
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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"Just about. Plenty of people to give you advice." That's a positive, at least, but it's a shitty situation, and Ivar just looks so sad... It hurts to see him like this. "I know everything feels like shit right now. But I mean it, you got friends. For whatever you need." Even if what he needs is just to get good and drunk, like now.
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Ivar drains his own glass again. "I'm sticking with men from now on. At least they stab you in the front instead of in the back." Is he still making sense? The alcohol is finally starting to hit a little bit. It helps to numb the pain away.
Then he sets his chin down on top of the arms already folded on the table in front of him. His voice sounds small, not at all like the confidence and authority that the Viking usually tries to exude. "Can I ask a favor? Is it okay if I just stay here for the night?"
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"Guess that's one way to look at it. I'm just staying away from relationships for now. Men don't seem any less complicated." He can't help but envy how easy it is for some people to move on, to decide hey, I'll just date my own gender instead. Bucky isn't sure he will ever get past his breakup with Natasha.
His posture softens a little at that, though, and he gives Ivar's shoulder a light squeeze. "Yeah. You're always welcome here. Your kid staying with someone?"
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He sits back up, slumping in his wheelchair. "Yeah. I made plans in case I couldn't get back to her." Ivar had the foresight to know he was probably going to be getting good and drunk tonight.
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"See, you're taking to this responsible parenting thing already." He smiles just slightly. "You can crash in my room tonight. I don't sleep much anyway."
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Ivar downed another shot of whiskey, the faintest hint of a smile on his face as Bucky called him a responsible parent. One or two more and he'd be ready to hit the bed.
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"You'll get through this. You're a hell of a viking."
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Ivar downs his drink. It's definitely going to be his last. "I'm gonna go to bed." Hopefully, Bucky would just ignore the muted sounds of crying as Ivar sobbed into his pillow until he fell asleep.