Ubbe sighs and he doesn't respond to that. It's not because he couldn't argue it or that he thinks Ivar is right but he won't fall into having the same argument over and over. He's exhausted and pained enough to not bother with it. Besides, Ivar's next choice of words are much more important to him.
"Ivar," Ubbe exhales and it's the way he would say Hvitserk's name when Hvitserk returns from travel, the way he can imbue a name with affection and love.
He's missed having his brother around more then he can possibly say and hearing his name said cracks whatever ice is left in his heart. Ubbe had always been his protector, the one who looked out for him, his legs because he couldn't walk. He saw things in Ivar that others didn't. Pushing him away had been one of his worst decisions, though he wouldn't regret it. Ivar had only ever regretted three things in his life and that wasn't one of them.
As it stands, he doesn't think he'll ever have the strength again to push his brother away.
"You need to see a healer," Ivar says by way of showing he cares before adding on in his usual contrary Ivar way: "You look like shit."
Ubbe rolls his eyes and reluctantly pushes himself up to glance over at Ivar. "I am fine, brother."
It has been some time since the fight. Wounds are slow to heal but healing they are. He's been resting for sometime. He and Torvi had already left Alfred's castle by the point that he came back and so he was walking, albeit with a limp.
"Before? What did you look like then? Half-dead?" Now he was only about a quarter-dead or so. Ivar's latched onto this like a dog with a bone and won't be letting go of it. Bad when he wants to do things like kill Lagertha and start a civil war with his brothers. Less horrible when he's actually concerned about someone.
"What about germs and infection?" He persists. Granted, Ivar only has a vague concept of them along the lines of 'They do bad things to you' but that was probably more then what Ubbe knew.
"I believe Torvi thought I had died," Ubbe said. He was sure there had been a point in that fight where they all thought he had died. He thought he was dying. But Odin had given him the strength to finish.
"I am fine, Ivar. I have seen worse." He has no idea bout the germs thing.
"I wouldn't have blamed her." The mention of Torvi does make him think. He hasn't seen his brother for a long while and has no idea he's married their brother's ex...why is this family so weird? Ivar would definitely be judging him if he knew.
At the insistence, Ivar ignores him, which is pretty much usual for the way things go between them. Ivar does what he wants more often then not. He slides off his bed, crawls the few feet over to Ubbe's, and pulls himself up so that he's propped up on his knees. He studies Ubbe's face intently, frowning a little bit. "I'm not so certain I believe you."
Ivar isn't exactly exempt from the weird completely but Ubbe wouldn't have cared anyway. With Torvi things were different and Bjorn had moved on from her before anything had happened between the two of them so there was nothing particularly untoward about it.
"Careful, I might think you care, Ivar," Ubbe says with a bit of a teasing grin.
He punches Ubbe lightly in the shoulder, making sure he's not about to give his brother another bruise to deal with. "Quiet down, you", he says gruffly "someone has to make sure you don't drop dead." Ubbe has watched out for Ivar his whole life and it's rare that he gets a chance to return the favor.
Ubbe smiles all the same and the punch doesn't bother him all that much. It's affectionate and not particularly hard.
"I am fine, Ivar," Ubbe tries to assure him again. "If I were not I would seek help. I do have a sense of self-preservation," Unlike someone else in this room.
Hey, he resembles that remark! He won't argue the point though. Ubbe won't be dropping dead anytime soon and he'll bodily drag him to a doctor if he takes a turn for the worse.
"Alright." He leans over and rests his forehead against Ubbe's in a sign of affection. Ragnar's brood wasn't much for hugging, but this closeness was something to show they cared about each other. "I'm glad we're not fighting anymore." It's a big thing for Ivar to even admit that much.
Ubbe lets their foreheads rest against one another. It is the equal to them saying 'I love you.' His hand comes to touch Ivar's cheek lightly, the gesture usually reserved for Hvitserk being as he and Ubbe had always been the more affectionate type than Ivar and Sigurd had been.
Ivar doesn't pull away when Ubbe rests his hand against his cheek. "I know, I know," he murmurs. Ivar would never admit that he'd been wrong in what he'd done, but it was clear he wished he'd gone down a different path instead of disowning and fighting against Ubbe.
He eventually goes back over to his own bed. Though the circumstances are far from ideal, being here under the ocean and far from their home, but he's glad to have Ubbe by his side again.
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Date: 2019-05-10 02:11 am (UTC)"Ivar," Ubbe exhales and it's the way he would say Hvitserk's name when Hvitserk returns from travel, the way he can imbue a name with affection and love.
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Date: 2019-05-10 11:39 am (UTC)As it stands, he doesn't think he'll ever have the strength again to push his brother away.
"You need to see a healer," Ivar says by way of showing he cares before adding on in his usual contrary Ivar way: "You look like shit."
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Date: 2019-05-15 02:45 am (UTC)It has been some time since the fight. Wounds are slow to heal but healing they are. He's been resting for sometime. He and Torvi had already left Alfred's castle by the point that he came back and so he was walking, albeit with a limp.
"It was much worse before."
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Date: 2019-05-15 08:39 am (UTC)"What about germs and infection?" He persists. Granted, Ivar only has a vague concept of them along the lines of 'They do bad things to you' but that was probably more then what Ubbe knew.
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Date: 2019-05-15 05:49 pm (UTC)"I am fine, Ivar. I have seen worse." He has no idea bout the germs thing.
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Date: 2019-05-19 09:05 am (UTC)At the insistence, Ivar ignores him, which is pretty much usual for the way things go between them. Ivar does what he wants more often then not. He slides off his bed, crawls the few feet over to Ubbe's, and pulls himself up so that he's propped up on his knees. He studies Ubbe's face intently, frowning a little bit. "I'm not so certain I believe you."
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Date: 2019-05-21 01:47 am (UTC)"Careful, I might think you care, Ivar," Ubbe says with a bit of a teasing grin.
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Date: 2019-05-22 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-23 02:41 am (UTC)"I am fine, Ivar," Ubbe tries to assure him again. "If I were not I would seek help. I do have a sense of self-preservation," Unlike someone else in this room.
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Date: 2019-05-23 05:38 am (UTC)"Alright." He leans over and rests his forehead against Ubbe's in a sign of affection. Ragnar's brood wasn't much for hugging, but this closeness was something to show they cared about each other. "I'm glad we're not fighting anymore." It's a big thing for Ivar to even admit that much.
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Date: 2019-05-24 02:30 am (UTC)"I never wanted to fight you."
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Date: 2019-05-24 03:50 am (UTC)He eventually goes back over to his own bed. Though the circumstances are far from ideal, being here under the ocean and far from their home, but he's glad to have Ubbe by his side again.