[The gods had been good to Ivar. They'd given him his father back after he thought he would never see him again. Now, Ragnar got the chance to meet his granddaughter, something he would never have the chance to do at home. It made happiness well up inside Ivar, and for that reason, he was wary of the emotion. Good things never lasted in his life. Always, things were taken away from him no matter how he tried to hold onto them.
He watched Ragnar and Winter without saying anything. It brought back distant memories from his own early childhood. Even then, he'd adored his father, despite how brief the periods of time were that he was around, and how distant Ragnar could sometimes be from him. He hadn't known how to interact with his youngest the way he did with the other three. It wasn't until he'd come back when Ivar was fifteen that he truly seemed to accept his son.]
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He watched Ragnar and Winter without saying anything. It brought back distant memories from his own early childhood. Even then, he'd adored his father, despite how brief the periods of time were that he was around, and how distant Ragnar could sometimes be from him. He hadn't known how to interact with his youngest the way he did with the other three. It wasn't until he'd come back when Ivar was fifteen that he truly seemed to accept his son.]