Ivar sits up. He looks tired. Not quite defeated, for that would mean Ivar was broken and nothing his brothers could ever do to him would break his spirit. But weary to the bone, yes, the entire air about him seemed to fill with that sentiment.
He doesn't even know what to say. Simultaneously, he'd seen his brother just yesterday and yet over a year had passed since they had last seen each other. He simply stares blankly at the wall for a while.
When he finally snaps back to himself, there's many things he wants to say, but only one of them comes out. "Did you win?" He's referring to whatever fight that Ubbe had clearly been in. Ivar might have seen his brother as a bit of a pushover, but he knew that in battle, Ubbe was as fierce as a tiger when properly motivated.
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Date: 2019-04-21 05:56 am (UTC)He doesn't even know what to say. Simultaneously, he'd seen his brother just yesterday and yet over a year had passed since they had last seen each other. He simply stares blankly at the wall for a while.
When he finally snaps back to himself, there's many things he wants to say, but only one of them comes out. "Did you win?" He's referring to whatever fight that Ubbe had clearly been in. Ivar might have seen his brother as a bit of a pushover, but he knew that in battle, Ubbe was as fierce as a tiger when properly motivated.