After Odin told us all that our father was dead, we knew we had to avenge him. We formed an army bigger than any that had come before and sailed to England. King Aelle met us on the battlefield, but the fool had underestimated our numbers. My brothers and I led the charge. Even I got to be in the battle. Floki-- did I tell you about him? A boatbuilder who's one of your descendants-- he built me a chariot so I could participate. After we defeated him, we dragged him behind the chariot all the way to where he killed my father. Then we blood eagled him. He screamed the entire time. I was looking right into his eyes when he finally died.

[He looks positively gleeful as he recounts the memories. For the first time in his life, Ivar had a great purpose to fulfill. He was well on his way to doing so. One king was dead and soon another would follow.]