Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson (
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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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[Did Rey know he had a daughter? Not everyone here was aware, mainly because most people thought him awful young to already have a baby. He wasn't really, at least, not by Viking standards. Most Vikings got married and had children early on, for they didn't live long lives.]
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You have a daughter?
[It doesn't shock her, considering...well, to each their own. She also doesn't know how old he is, but if he's able to care for her, then who was she to say anything about it?]
I knew you have your pets...the pokemon, but I didn't know you had a child. What's her name?
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[That's basically a rhetorical question because Ivar is already wheeling into her nursery in the house. She's in her crib, bundled up like a burrito, and sleeping peacefully. He pans the video over to her, revealing a small baby with the pale white skin of an albino. Her hair and eyelashes are nearly colorless. Were her eyes open, Rey would be able to see them, as odd as her father's, pale blue irises with red pupils.]
Isn't she just amazing? [His voice sounds more gentle than at just about any other time.] Her name is Winter Istrid Regis Ivarsdottir. [Big name for a little baby.]
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[It's a question she was expecting to be thrown at her, but she didn't know if he meant in person or anything of the like. Rey was still in her room, sitting on her bed with her legs crossed.
When the camera turns on she can see the little girl all bundled up. She's nearly forgotten how small a baby can look.]
She's...all wrapped up in blankets. [Give her a moment, she's really trying to take it in. A small little girl with a big name...but the name suits her.] But, she is beautiful. [There's even a hint of a smile on her face.]
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Yes. She is.
[Ivar gazes down at her with an adoring, loving expression. She's the best thing that's ever happened to him.]
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To not disturb the young babe, Rey switches to text again.]
I don't want to wake her, but if you want to continue talking, we can.
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[He can't read, so the text-to-voice function with its robotic tones will just disturb Winter further. Ivar leaves her to slumber on, going to his room next door, shutting the door firmly behind him.]
Now we can talk better. She's wonderful. Apparently, she has powers that her mother said make her a healer. She can take life force from living things and put them in other beings, healing them from injuries.
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And learns the child, and her mother, had powers. Well...okay then.]
So your daughter... [She's trying to wrap her head around this, give her a moment.] She can take life force from other living things and just...heal someone.
[Wait a moment...]
Wouldn't that weaken the other living thing?
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[An act that had caused Letha to call her an abomination and a monster. Ivar had completely disagreed. There had been harsh words between the two of them over abandoning Winter in the woods like Ivar's father had very nearly done to him. He's quick to justify his child's actions.]
Of course, she didn't know what she was doing. And she's never done it to me, so she clearly has some control over it. Winter only does it to people now if she's upset or scared. But I'm going to teach her to do better when she's older.
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And, if Vikings could really have that kind of power.]
Right...she'll need someone to train her. I mean...is there anyone here who has similar gifts like her? Just so you don't accidentally get hurt? [A child can have as many good intentions as they want, but accidents are bound to happen.]
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[Something Ivar was eternally grateful for, no matter how much he'd grown to resent Letha. To lose her would have been a devastating blow.]
I haven't met anyone with similar powers, but those who seem to have powers here can control them. I'll look for someone as she grows older. [He shakes his head, speaking firmly.] She won't hurt me.
[Ivar sincerely believed that. If Winter hadn't done it to him by now, when she'd try to do it so many times to Letha, then she never was.]
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Best to look into it, just to be on the safe side.
[Her voice shifts, becoming softer.] I know. No child would intentionally hurt their parent.
[But accidents could happen. Best for him to look for someone to help train her sooner rather than later, but that wasn't her place to say either. She wasn't a parent, she didn't know the struggles of raising a child. Though, she knew what itw as like to be parentless.]
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She's everything to me.
[Ivar would do everything he could to help her control her powers. She was going to have a hard enough childhood being different in looks and abilities, that much he already knew. He was hoping to make the process as painless as possible.]
You must meet her in person one of these days.
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And if Rey ever found out that Winter was left by her Mother...she wouldn't want to be near the woman who abandoned that child.]
As she should be...and you are her whole world.
[As for meeting her, that took her by surprise.] You'd want me to meet her? [Why her? Not that isn't was a bad thing, but really..her?]
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I want everyone to meet her.
[He's basically been bragging to the whole city for the past three months just how amazing Winter is. If he ever discovers social media, his accounts will be filled with nothing but pictures of her. It's a shame he often can't take her outside for too long, but she's so fair and still a little fragile that he fears taking her out in the sun for more than an hour or two.]
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In that case, sure. I wouldn't mind. Just let me know when would be good.
[This is the first time she's hearing his bragging, and it's nice in its own little way. Nice to see this side of Ivar who is proud to be a father, and who clearly loves his little girl so much. Though, Rey wouldn't exactly know what to do if she met Winter. There weren't too many children on Jakku when she was growing up.]