It was cold and Ivar absolutely hated it. He was used to it, of course, after a lifetime of growing up in such a desolate, gloomy place as Norway, where the snows could get to over the height of a grown man's head in the wintertime. But it didn't mean he had to tolerate it anymore than he did back home.
He was shivering in his own room when he'd decided enough was enough. There was one surefire way he knew to get warm. He just had to hope Alfred wasn't too put-off by it. He went into Alfred's room without even bothering to knock. Instead, he just sat down on the bed like he belonged there and began taking off his leg braces. "It is fucking cold. Move over." Body heat was such a great way to get warm, and considering the culture he was from, Ivar had snuggled up to more than one person during the wintertime. Granted, it was usually his own brothers, but beggars couldn't be choosers right now, could they?
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Date: 2018-12-30 09:49 am (UTC)He was shivering in his own room when he'd decided enough was enough. There was one surefire way he knew to get warm. He just had to hope Alfred wasn't too put-off by it. He went into Alfred's room without even bothering to knock. Instead, he just sat down on the bed like he belonged there and began taking off his leg braces. "It is fucking cold. Move over." Body heat was such a great way to get warm, and considering the culture he was from, Ivar had snuggled up to more than one person during the wintertime. Granted, it was usually his own brothers, but beggars couldn't be choosers right now, could they?