[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.]
You stay with many people here. [He knew this place. Marco's.] Gyda stays here also.
[Like some kind of switch, Winter went from laughing, babbling and grabbing at him to yawning, her eyelids looking like they were simply too heavy to keep open. Ragnar eased her into the crook of his arm so she could close her eyes and sleep securely against his chest.]
How is she? [Of course, Ragnar had spoken to her, but Ivar likely saw her more often and he knew this house and how safe it was.]
They're all good people, if a little strange. [He lived with a guy who shapeshifted into different animals and another who raised the dead. Lola was probably the most normal out of all of them and she had color-changing hair.
He watches as Winter falls asleep with a soft look on his face. This was such a picture perfect scene and he took out his phone to take one. He'd obviously had no photos to remember Ragnar by when he came to this place, so he'd have to make up for that now.]
She's adapting well now that she's better. All the strange things here don't seem to phase her all that much.
[Ragnar gave Ivar a questioning look when he pulled out his phone, no idea what he was up to. If he'd known pictures were happening, he would have most definitely pulled a face.]
That confuses me. From her story, they brought her here before the fever took her. Has she disappeared back in our world? Or... [he sighed] this place is not easy to understand.
[He idly rocked Winter as he thought.] If... you are here. And I am here. I must have returned? How else would you have been born? How else would you have that memory of me... old.? [This was starting to hurt his head.]
[Ivar doesn't profess to have all the answers even after all these months. But at least he can shed a little light on the situation, though he is rather enjoying Ragnar's confusion.]
Don't think about it too hard. It'll hurt your brain. From what they explained, when they send us back, we're returned right from the moment we left, so time continues on as it should. It's possible to go back, but their machine doesn't work right. But I'm already working on a way to go back temporarily.
[He had revenge to take care of and a war he was in the middle of. Not even everything he had here in Riverview could dissuade him of his course of action.]
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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.]
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[Like some kind of switch, Winter went from laughing, babbling and grabbing at him to yawning, her eyelids looking like they were simply too heavy to keep open. Ragnar eased her into the crook of his arm so she could close her eyes and sleep securely against his chest.]
How is she? [Of course, Ragnar had spoken to her, but Ivar likely saw her more often and he knew this house and how safe it was.]
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He watches as Winter falls asleep with a soft look on his face. This was such a picture perfect scene and he took out his phone to take one. He'd obviously had no photos to remember Ragnar by when he came to this place, so he'd have to make up for that now.]
She's adapting well now that she's better. All the strange things here don't seem to phase her all that much.
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That confuses me. From her story, they brought her here before the fever took her. Has she disappeared back in our world? Or... [he sighed] this place is not easy to understand.
[He idly rocked Winter as he thought.] If... you are here. And I am here. I must have returned? How else would you have been born? How else would you have that memory of me... old.? [This was starting to hurt his head.]
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Don't think about it too hard. It'll hurt your brain. From what they explained, when they send us back, we're returned right from the moment we left, so time continues on as it should. It's possible to go back, but their machine doesn't work right. But I'm already working on a way to go back temporarily.
[He had revenge to take care of and a war he was in the middle of. Not even everything he had here in Riverview could dissuade him of his course of action.]
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From the very moment we left? Hm. That is interesting.
[Naturally, he's already scheming.]