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.]

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[ragnarsson]

You've got that right.

[Being both the youngest and crippled had left Ivar in a difficult position growing up. All he wanted was to keep up with his brothers, be just as good as they were. He'd worked hard to prove he could be just as good a warrior as any of them.]

Not yet. But if I found my way here, maybe one of them will too.

[Hope is for fools, but he can't help it. He'd take any of them right now, even Sigurd....well, maybe not, but beggars couldn't be choosers.]