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riverview2017-10-08 10:14 pm
ragnarsson) wrote in riverview2017-10-08 10:14 pm
Video @the.boneless; Days of Vikings Gone By....
[When the video starts, the memory is in the dead of night. The darkness is the kind that you can't get anymore with electric lights all over the place. This is true dark, the kind when only the moonshine can help anyone to see. There's a group of men and women sleeping soundly on the ground. The peacefulness of the scene is broken as a man creeps among them, slitting their throats with cold efficiency. As he moves between them, there's another figure to his right, crawling around doing the same thing. It's hard to tell at first who it is. Then one of the men wakes up. Spotting the figure, he derisively says, 'What do you want, cripple?' Turning to face him, it's clear this is everyone's favorite psychopathic Viking teenager.
Things turn into a blur of action as Ivar begins brutally killing the other Vikings around him. He uses whatever weapon he has at hand, everything from a knife to an axe to a sword. If anyone ever wondered how a teenage Viking who couldn't use his legs ever became a feared warrior, now you have your answer. Soon, he's killed five people in little under a minute, and only one young woman is left. He crawls towards her like something out of a nightmare. She pleads for her life. 'Ivar! Ivar! You don't need to kill me. Because...you can have this.' Offering herself to him, he seems to consider the proposition. Leaning in, it appears for a moment that he's going to kiss her. Then he stabs her in the side, instead ending her life. With all the Vikings around him dead, Ivar flops on the ground, exhausted. Peculiarly enough, there's a happy, satisfied smile on his face, the kind no one in Riverview has ever seen. He clearly enjoyed the carnage that had just taken place.
The scene fades out and comes back in. The man who had initially been slitting throats and Ivar are hunkered down behind some bushes, hiding from something or someone. It's clearly not too long after the first memory, since both are wearing the same clothes. In fact, it's the next day. Watching, whatever they're hiding from passes by. The man beside Ivar has the exact same ice-blue shade to his eyes that Ivar does. This is his father, Ragnar Lodbrok Sigurdsson, one of the most famous kings among all Vikings.
Ragnar pulls out some dried fish and the two talk while eating. 'I bet you wish you'd never brought me along, right? And I bet you wish you would have killed me when I was born, just like you wanted to,' Ivar says. Oh yes, that was something that had happened. Viking childhoods were brutal things.
'Only when you talk,' Ragnar says back, and it's clear where part of Ivar's sense of humor comes from. Ragnar continues to talk, telling of how he thought Ivar's legs were a weakness, but that he turned out to be wrong. Something seems to soften in Ivar's face as he listens intently. 'You are special. Not in spite of your legs. But because of them.' They're the words Ivar has been waiting to hear his whole life and it shows in his eyes. This was the moment he gave his heart completely to his father, receiving the recognition no one has ever shown him. The memory fades out as Ivar says that was the first time he'd ever heard his father admit to being wrong about something. Ragnar replies it will never happen again.]
Things turn into a blur of action as Ivar begins brutally killing the other Vikings around him. He uses whatever weapon he has at hand, everything from a knife to an axe to a sword. If anyone ever wondered how a teenage Viking who couldn't use his legs ever became a feared warrior, now you have your answer. Soon, he's killed five people in little under a minute, and only one young woman is left. He crawls towards her like something out of a nightmare. She pleads for her life. 'Ivar! Ivar! You don't need to kill me. Because...you can have this.' Offering herself to him, he seems to consider the proposition. Leaning in, it appears for a moment that he's going to kiss her. Then he stabs her in the side, instead ending her life. With all the Vikings around him dead, Ivar flops on the ground, exhausted. Peculiarly enough, there's a happy, satisfied smile on his face, the kind no one in Riverview has ever seen. He clearly enjoyed the carnage that had just taken place.
The scene fades out and comes back in. The man who had initially been slitting throats and Ivar are hunkered down behind some bushes, hiding from something or someone. It's clearly not too long after the first memory, since both are wearing the same clothes. In fact, it's the next day. Watching, whatever they're hiding from passes by. The man beside Ivar has the exact same ice-blue shade to his eyes that Ivar does. This is his father, Ragnar Lodbrok Sigurdsson, one of the most famous kings among all Vikings.
Ragnar pulls out some dried fish and the two talk while eating. 'I bet you wish you'd never brought me along, right? And I bet you wish you would have killed me when I was born, just like you wanted to,' Ivar says. Oh yes, that was something that had happened. Viking childhoods were brutal things.
'Only when you talk,' Ragnar says back, and it's clear where part of Ivar's sense of humor comes from. Ragnar continues to talk, telling of how he thought Ivar's legs were a weakness, but that he turned out to be wrong. Something seems to soften in Ivar's face as he listens intently. 'You are special. Not in spite of your legs. But because of them.' They're the words Ivar has been waiting to hear his whole life and it shows in his eyes. This was the moment he gave his heart completely to his father, receiving the recognition no one has ever shown him. The memory fades out as Ivar says that was the first time he'd ever heard his father admit to being wrong about something. Ragnar replies it will never happen again.]
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[He says this all very slowly, as if he's talking to a small child, or a particularly stupid person.]
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[Someone has not thought that wording through.]
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You're a fucking idiot, you know that? You say that like death is supposed to be equal and fair and nice and neat. As if they wouldn't have done the exact same thing to me if the positions were reversed. I come from a place where it's kill or be killed. So sorry if that messes with your delicate Christian sensibilities.
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[At some point during that silence, it occurs to Ronan that he's said something stupid. But he's not in the habit of apologizing openly. He does, however, cede some ground to Ivar.]
Oh chill, it's a fucking figure of speech. You like ace in hand better?
You think I don't fucking know death isn't fair or pretty? I saw my dad's brains on the fucking--
[He stops, breathing hard. Whether or not Ivar meant to prompt that memory, Ronan struggled with it and many others before pushing them aside.]
I may be a shitty Christian but I'm not apologizing for my religion.
You know what? Do whatever the hell you want when you get home. I don't care.
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So you saw death up close and personal. Boo hoo. I've been dealing with seeing people die right in front of me since I was five years old. Get over it.
[And he's clearly taking no prisoners as he rails on with his words, each one a metaphorical stab wound.]
Of course not. You're all a bunch of sanctimonious, self-righteous hypocritical pricks. I wonder why I ever thought you'd be different.
And I don't recall needing your fucking permission in the first place!
[And this time he really does slam the phone down angrily as he hangs up.]