[Ivar's not surprised when Alfred sits so close to him. Right now, everything just feels natural, thinks falling into place the way they were meant to. A pleasant tingle runs up Ivar's spine at the faint feeling of Alfred touching his wrist.]
Most likely the work of these gods.
[But for once, he's pretty pleased with how things turned out. Maybe he'll go make a sacrifice to Love or whoever decided to think this particular hi-jink.]
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Most likely the work of these gods.
[But for once, he's pretty pleased with how things turned out. Maybe he'll go make a sacrifice to Love or whoever decided to think this particular hi-jink.]