𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔢

He'd gone to sleep one night and woken up the next morning with over a year having passed. He couldn't be certain that it had been real, for it wasn't like Riverview where he physically went back home. But...it had definitely seemed real, all that had occurred between the madness that seemed to have intensified in him when he took the throne, the ambiguousness of Hvitserk's nature until he finally abandoned Ivar for good, the wife and child he'd gained and then lost.

He was disturbed greatly by this turn of events, so upon waking the first thing he did was look over to where Ubbe's bed was. It looked like he might have gone through something similar, for his brother looked like he'd gotten into a fight that he might not have won. There was literal gouges of his face ripped out. Ivar threw one of his shoes at his brother to get him to wake up so they could talk.