First Ax [@the.boneless, video]

[ragnarsson]

[It's clear whoever is using this device is unused to it. The picture shifts around for a few minutes, and Ivar's face furrowed in concentration is seen several times before he finally realizes that it's on. He's sixteen, has blue eyes, and oddly enough, blue sclera as well. There's also an ax tucked at his side. He points the phone he's using outward, showing that he's in the kitchen, seated on a chair. His voice, when he speaks, has a vaguely European accent.] I have figured out what these do.

[He shows in turn the fridge, the sink, and the stove. The last one had caused a few burnt fingers, but hey, he'll survive.] But I still have no idea what this does. [He turns the device to the microwave. He's been playing around with the buttons, and while he's been able to turn it on, he hasn't yet realized food is supposed to go inside of it.] Anyone care to enlighten me?

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[bespredel]

I'm not going to do it right this second, you impatient asshole. I'll get one next time I go to the library. [ He huffs. ]

And a tiger is a really big striped cat. Totally badass and awesome. A punk is the same idea; a badass. A rule breaker. Someone who challenges authority; someone like me.

[ Yuri cocks his head at the other's explanation though, his lips pursing. ] Pretty fucked up sense of humour your dad had.

[ragnarsson]

I'm holding you to that, you blunt idiot. [He's definitely going to get along with Yuri very well.]

That he did. [Ragnar had tried to abandon his son in the woods when he was a baby, an attempt to give him a merciful end.] But I don't blame him. He knew how shitty my life was going to be. Being crippled among Vikings is the worst sort of fate.

[A cripple was less than nothing in Viking society. No one expected one to be able to contribute anything, to be able to fight or go on raids. All anyone had ever shown Ivar was scorn and pity. He hated that worse than anything.]

[bespredel]

I'm good for my word, don't worry.

[ Yuri huffed softly, shifting to rest his head on a fist, studying the other with a frown. ]

I can't really speak to that, whether it was fair or not. I don't know your father, I don't know what it's like to be a Viking. But whatever; you've clearly proved him wrong. You're here, aren't you?

[ragnarsson]

Yeah. I always told myself I was going to be just as good as any other Viking. [Stubbornness and rage went a long way in helping him with that goal.] It took him a while to figure out I could make it on my own, but he got it eventually.

[Ivar had never had much in the way of self-worth before his father had told him he had the most potential of all his sons. It was the validation he'd been waiting for his entire life.]