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[bespredel]

What is it about the power going out that turns everyone into snivelling babies? It's a little dark, not the end of the god damn world. There are more than a few people here who come from times before electricity was even a thing, so stop being a baby just because you suddenly have to deal with some shitty candlelight for awhile. [ This, all spoken as though Yuri wasn't the poster child for a technological addiction. He's had to go without snapchat for what feels like a century now, and he misses instagram terribly. What the fuck is wrong with this place that it doesn't have some version of instagram?

But that's not really why he's decided to post to the network, anyway. ]

For all of the monsters and the shitty weather and the other bullshit, I have exactly one nice thing to say about this place:

They gave me back my cat. [ For a split second Yuri's expression softens, but it's gone too quickly to really make note of, as he spins his cellphone down towards the floor, where a small, fluffy white and black cat is winding around his ankles, meowing softly. ] If you're allergic to cats, don't come up to the third floor. I'll try to keep her contained to my apartment, but she's an escape artist. If you see her around, bring her back to me. And if anyone ever hurts her, I will fucking destroy you.

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[ragnarsson]

The beginning of Einmánuður.

[Sorry, Yuri, Vikings didn't use the contemporary names for months, only the days of the weeks. Ivar was born at the end of what passed for winter in Norway.]

[bespredel]

I don't know when the hell that is. [ There's no point in pretending that the several-centuries-past names for things don't confuse Yuri, because why the heck would he have ever known it before? ]

What season was it? And don't say something else I don't understand like- I don't know- Blarghldarh or something.

[ragnarsson]

Excuse me. You still use the same names for the days of the week. [For which he was thankful for. It helped give him some sense of continuity here in this new place.] How am I supposed to know what didn't make it through a thousand years of change?

There's really only two seasons in Kattegat: winter and summer. Einmánuður is the last month of winter, you ignorant heathen.

[bespredel]

Says the one who has never heard of instagram. [ Yuri snorts, rolling his eyes. ] Clearly you need to do more homework on the modern age.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar scowls, biting back the obvious question of what was Instagram. He thinks he's been doing just fine on getting up to date, thank you very much.]

Maybe if the learning period didn't span over a thousand years, I might be doing better. I'm going to drag you back with me to Kattegat and see how long you survive in a world without all your fancy technology.

[bespredel]

Bring it on. I'll bring my knife shoes and really show you a thing or two.

[ Yuri actually doesn't really think he would survive living without indoor plumbing, but then again... ]

I'll bring all of my fancy technology knowledge and be worshipped like some sort of God. [ Or you know, murdered for being a heathen. One of the two. ]

[ragnarsson]

You'd last two days at the most before you got used for target practice. And that's if a wolf didn't eat you first, you wimp. [He doesn't think too much of Yuri's bluster. He'd adapted pretty well to the modern world, but he couldn't see the reversal going that well.]

Unless you can teach Vikings how to kill better, they won't be that impressed.

[bespredel]

I'll show you who's a wimp!!! I'd make mincemeat out of a wolf, just like I'd pulverize you, you stupid shit! [ It isn't all bluster, and Yuri knew he could back up his words with action if it came to it. He's had enough training, plenty of practice with James to hold his own in a fight, at least. ]

Maybe I can, if I ever get the opportunity to find out I damn well will just to shove your face in it later. [ And because he is very mature, he sticks out his tongue. ]

[ragnarsson]

You can try. And you'll fail like everyone else does, you windbag. [Ivar's used to be underestimated by people. It makes it all the sweeter when he beats the crap out of them.]

Keep talking. You're entertaining. [He'll just roll his eyes. They're both a pair of mature and well adjusted young men.]

[bespredel]

Don't be so sure. Doesn't matter what you think, I know I can back up my words with actions. Can you say the same? [ He snarled, lip curling back as he looked vicious . ]

I get it, though. Being intimidated by greatness. It's okay Ivar, I won't hold it against you. [ He snorts. ]

[ragnarsson]

I already know I can. I don't need to talk shit like you do. [Ivar was confident enough in his abilities. He'd worked a lifetime to become just as good as everyone else around him. There's a fierce look in his eyes that says he can back up whatever he says.]

When I find someone worthy of being intimidated by, I'll be sure to let you know. [Take that.]