Ivar sits there, propped up on his elbows. He feels no need to do anything besides lie there in bed and think about all the misfortunes of his life. Part of him still wants to curl up under the covers so he can cry more about losing Freydis and his son, but he's too tired for many more tears. Better to find out what had happened to his brother instead to distract him.
"Good." The single word of praise is far more then Ivar usually ever gives anyone. If Ubbe looked this bad, he knew the other person was dead. Judging from the state of his hands, he likely beat them to death using only his fists. Then he adds on. "It was about time." Ivar could have cared less about securing lands for their people, but he knew Ubbe set a great store by idea of having a place where the Norse could settle down and farm.
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Date: 2019-04-26 04:27 am (UTC)"Good." The single word of praise is far more then Ivar usually ever gives anyone. If Ubbe looked this bad, he knew the other person was dead. Judging from the state of his hands, he likely beat them to death using only his fists. Then he adds on. "It was about time." Ivar could have cared less about securing lands for their people, but he knew Ubbe set a great store by idea of having a place where the Norse could settle down and farm.