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[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.]

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No. You can keep going.

[He grins, almost a little shy now. He's so very unused to having anyone be infatuated with him as much as Letha is.]

[That gets a mischievous little giggle out of her.]

Good - I've never been one for keeping my thoughts to myself, and I'd hate to start now. Particularly when I have such a handsome man to compliment.

[She's about to continue, when another thought crosses her mind.]

If I asked you to help me find a house outside of the Communal Hall, would you like that? I don't mean to- impose any sort of expectation on you, but I'm starting to think if I'm still living here when my daughter is born she might annoy the others... and if I'm going to be moving out- I want a house you'll be comfortable visiting in, or spending the night, or... you know.

[Very smooth, Letha. The smoothest. This is what keeps all the boys coming to you.]

I could do that. Help you find a house, I mean. Where I could stay sometimes.

[They're both so smooth. It's a good thing Letha finds Ivar so charming because otherwise she'd see how terrible his skills around women really are. The camera shifts around as he moves off the bed and into his wheelchair.]

We can talk about it more when I get down there.

[He's down to her floor in a few minutes, surprisingly quiet for someone in a device that should make more noise than it currently is. He shifts out of it and onto her bed, all senses on high alert at being this close to Letha. He really doesn't know what to expect or what she wants of him.]

[Lucky for them both, her floormates are either sleeping or out... and Letha is polite enough to be quiet. She happily greets him with a kiss on the lips, and smoothly curls up against him. As soon as they're touching she can feel a burst of fulfillment; she is back where she belongs, safe and loved.]

Can I ask you something? [She shifts a bit to watch his expression as she speaks.] How do Viking men treat their women? I mean- what's expected of them when they're... courting? [She feels like she should have asked this sooner, but... it is what it is.]

[She fits into his arms so well. Letha's a tiny woman and Ivar is pretty tall with a broad chest when he's lying down. He wraps one arm around her, the other playing around with her hair.

That was a very good question she asked. His brothers had been absolutely no help in that aspect. The three older ones were more interested in just pure sex, at least until Ubbe finally decided to man up and get married. Bjorn, the oldest, was a terrible example as well, seeing as how he cheated on his wife on a regular basis. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized the only example of a successful marriage he could think of were Floki and Helga.]

Well, if a woman has a interest in a man, generally she either makes him a shirt. Or cheese. [So romantic, he knows. Don't ask him why that's the way things are, he doesn't make the rules.]

Cheese? Really? [That gets a burst of giggles out of her, and her hands fly up to hide her mouth as she lets that laughter out.] I don't think I know how to make either of those, they're peasant jobs.

[It takes a moment to quell her laughter, but at least it keeps a light tone in her voice as she continues.] In Thornwell we didn't do much in the way of courting... the Elders chose a spouse for us and we'd be married within a month, even if we wanted to kill each other. When Aristeo and I were married... [Her nose wrinkles, a bit shy about talking about him now that she's... well, past him.] ...Well, when we were introduced to each other before the wedding, I knocked him out of a chair and almost made him bleed. We tried everything we could to take our anger out on each other... until we realized how little it mattered if we were happy.

[Her face falls a bit. She'd scared Aristeo so much just to make herself feel in control. Even when they grew close, she could tell her temper terrified him. They were never as comfortable with each other as Letha feels with Ivar - Ivar is a better fit for her in every way, even if she feels... a little bit more guilty still, for moving on.]

Edited 2017-05-19 07:18 (UTC)

[He enjoys hearing the laughter move through her body, able to feel the vibrations against his chest.] Neither do I. I was a prince most of my life. [Not a fact he mentions that often. He'd hate to be seen as someone who considered himself above everyone else. He usually didn't, unless it was intellectually. Vikings royalty was expected to actually do something with their time, not just sit there loftily on their thrones.]

Viking marriages are usually done to improve the standing of one of the families. Love rarely enters into it. But when it's there, it makes for an easier time of things. My brother Ubbe married his wife Margrethe for love and they seem very happy. [Though granted, their relationship was a little bit...odd. All the Ragnarssons had slept with her. Plus, Ivar had seen both Ubbe and Hvitserk going into their house on their wedding night and neither of them coming back out, so clearly, things were going on there. He was hardly going to mention any of that to Letha.]

[It's a little sad to hear that there are, after all, some similarities between their worlds. In exactly the places Letha would rather they weren't.] Weddings in Thornwell tend to be a punishment or a reward, depending on how the Elders view you. Aristeo's brother married for love... and I always found them annoying - he and his wife would always be flirting and touching in public. But... I suppose they were lucky to be so happy with each other. I was just jealous that everything seemed to go right with them. [It's an insight she's gained mostly through having Ivar, and realizing that she's ended up in exactly the position Octavius and Lucentia were in.

With this in mind she glances up at Ivar again.] Do you think you'd marry me, some day?

[He's getting a little sleepy now, starting to doze comfortably with Letha there secure in his arms. He listens to her talk about her home and he remarks how often she's mentioned these Elders and how they seem rule over her life.]

Sounds like you're far better off without them interfering in your life.

[Then she mentions marriage and he's suddenly wide awake again, stiffening a little, but without pulling away. He's never even considered the idea before, resigned to the fact of being forever alone. Now things are different, but he can't make such a decision hastily. That's not the way his mind works. All he can do is give her an honest answer.]

I don't know. Maybe.

[Then he curses himself for a fool. What if he just messed everything up between them?]

[She can feel him tense up, and she supposes that's fair. The fact that she held affection for him had shocked him enough, so of course the thought of marrying her would do the same. And well... the thought of marrying him and living happily ever after thrills her, but there's something equally good about not quite knowing.]

I like that. [She decides after a bit of thought.] It's never been a choice before... and it's kind of exciting, isn't it? That every day we're together is because we truly want to be with each other. That's something I- never thought I'd have.

[She leans up to kiss him with a bright smile, but after a moment it shifts to a more somber expression.] My daughter is going to be born in a few months... likely by the end of the summer. I wonder if- if you would find helping with her, since her father won't be around. But- you don't have to if you don't want to. She's not your responsibility, it would be rude to imply you have to.

And you think I did? I never expected to ever have anyone care for me. All I ever had at home was pity. I never expected to have more than that. Not until you.

[He brushes the hair off the back of her neck and kisses the skin there, too tired to show more than that for affection. He listens as she asks him if he'll help. It's quite the task, basically taking the place of her husband to help raise a child that isn't even his. But Ivar's borne stronger burdens than that without faltering.]

No. I want to. You'll need help. [He doesn't want to say it aloud, but with Letha's knack for doing stupid things, he doesn't completely trust her judgement when it comes to a baby.] I don't have a lot of experience with children, but I'm sure I'll figure things out.

[She giggles at the tickle of his lips on her neck, and she tips her head to the side to give him more room.]

I don't really know what I'm doing at all... [She lets out a little sigh.] The closer my daughter comes, the more worried I get about it. I'm worried that I'll- that I might make some stupid mistake, that I might- leave her alone a moment too long, or forget to feed her, or- something just stupid, and she'll die.

[It might be a silly worry, and she knows babies aren't exactly that fragile, but the fear is so great that she begins to shake at the thought. Just within that sentence her expression twists from cheery affection to the very edge of bursting into tears. She's done such a good job of distracting herself from her fears, but... by Ivar's side, she has a safe enough space to let that barrier go. And boy, is she terrified of parenthood.]

[He strokes his hand through her long hair, inhaling the scent of her's that was uniquely Letha's. His whole body began to relax as sleep began to overtake him.]

Nobody is perfect. I learned that well enough from my own parents. Just love her and do your best and the rest will fall into place.

[He tries to soothe her worried expression. Ivar can't stand it when she cries, for he never knows how to react. He hasn't cried since he was a child.]

[His touch is comforting, and his words even more so. He's so matter-of-fact, mature about it... it's exactly the sort of anchor she needs when her head's full of worry-clouds. She turns to face him properly, running her hands over his cheeks and then slowly slipping them down to his neck and his chest. She's no longer in danger of crying, but... there's still a strong sadness in her face.]

I don't deserve someone as level-headed as you. [There's a bit of bitter laughter that escapes her; she has the sense very few people would describe Ivar as 'level-headed', but... compared to her foolish antics and hairpin mood swings, he always seems like the calm and logical one.] I haven't done a single thing to deserve you, and... I'm afraid something will pull us apart to right the scales.

[His heartbeat goes up, as it always does, when her hands touch him. She's so frail sometimes, someone who needs to be protected from the world. He likes feeling like he can be the one to do it. She'll never have to worry about feeling safe while he's around.]

Maybe it will. Maybe it won't. [He definitely keeps waiting for something to happen, for nothing lasts in his life forever. But she doesn't need to know that right now. All it will do is worry her.] Let's focus on right now instead.

[He's feeling awful tired and so he pulls her close, letting her hands rest on his chest. It's a good way to fall asleep. Maybe being kept awake wasn't so bad.]

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