Video; Sleep Deprivation

[ragnarsson]

[The video shows Ivar looking a little rumpled, the look of someone who has been trying to sleep and can't. He's cleaning out grime from under his fingernails with one of his knives as he speaks and it occasionally flashes into view.

Oddly enough, he's smiling, his eyes just a little too bright. It's not a happy smile. When Ivar gets angry, sometimes, he smiles in a way that says he's going to rip your throat out with his teeth if you get too close. His tone sounds oddly cheerful as he speaks.]

To whoever is making that horrible racket that's keeping me awake, you have two options. Stop it. [Then his voice goes dark and furious.] Or I'll stop it. Trust me when I say my way will be a lot more unpleasant. [He never stops smiling even as he turns off the video.]

Comments

[ragnarsson]

Would they be robot earplugs?

[He's become slightly more trusting of Stark tech. But only slightly. They wouldn't nearly be as satisfying as killing someone, but he'll take what he can get at this point.]

They haven't​ broken my arms yet. They'll do.

[amelioraate]

... would you like them to be robot earplugs? Because I could probably do that honestly.

[ that would be... a challenge, depending on what Ivar wanted them to be able to do of course.]

That is... well then. Next time I will build you ones that can extend into full armour then, how about that.

[ragnarsson]

I'm going to say yes if only because I'm curious to see what you come up with.

[He kinds of likes seeing what Stark can come up with. What can he say? He's still very much a kid sometimes and likes getting new toys.]

I'll pass. Armor would just slow me down in battle. [Vikings tended to go very lightly clad in the way of armor in battle, usually just hardened leather or chainmail at the very most. They relied more on their shields and brute force to see them through.]

[amelioraate]

You know, this is why I like you so much despite your murderous tendencies.

[ no really, he means that in the best way possible okay. don't hate him. ]

Excuse me, you have never been in my armour, thank you very much! It used to be almost 300 pounds now... well not that much.

[ragnarsson]

Thank you. I think. This is why we get along. I'm likely to murder you and you're clearly crazy.

[An odd friendship if ever there was one, but Ivar seems to thrive on making those.]

You know, that's not really a good selling point. I'm slow enough as it is without being clad in two hundred pounds of armor.

[amelioraate]

Pretty sure madness and genius are the same things. Maybe. Whatever, at least I will be able to say I was murdered by a Viking, totally not something that I have managed yet.

[ because clearly his is the kind of person to have a list of things that have killed him, or at least tried to. ]

It is a great selling point! It shows constant progress. Also, you realize if you wore this armour you could fly, right?

[ragnarsson]

This feels like a familiar discussion. [He'd had a similar one with the other Tony a while back. Apparently, both of them are insane, but he already knew that.] It'd certainly give you bragging rights.

If men were meant to fly, they'd have been born with wings. [Also, Ivar tends to violently throw up anytime he's not on solid ground, but shush, tough Vikings don't get seasick or airsick.]