[ Continued from HERE -- > @devoidofbxnes ]
the heaviest of sighs escaped him as eyes rolled, clearly not amused by his eldest brother’s response. ❝ ooh, poor bjorn ironside. let us take pity on you for having to act against your free will — tch. please. had it been for ubbe or hvitserk you would have done it without a second thought, not because you had to, because you want to help them. but not me, right? hm? of course not. stupid little ivar, should have left him to the wolves. ❞ he could feel it setting in, the anger. the rage that boiled his blood &caused him to do unspeakable things. he had always been the one bjorn looked down on, not just because he was crippled but because he was young. believed him inexperienced & lacking the knowledge of the real world. but what ivar never had in speed & agility he made up for with wit. he’d show him. he’d be king one day & then his eldest brother would have no choice but to respect him. he would prove them all wrong.
Ivar could be so frustrating. He would not be lying, if he said that he rarely knew how to deal with his youngest brother. He was much younger than him, all the boys were. But, he and Ivar did not frequently connect that well, did not frequently wind up on the same page. “Did I say that you should have been left to the wolves? Can you just stop being frustrating for five minutes?” There were times that he was jealous, that he’d been spared the lectures from their father, that Bjorn had been through. He really knew that Ivar’s mother was the one who made him like that. He was sure of it. “What are you even annoyed with me about today, hm?”
