1.3 round 1 - borgen

[tedsies]

1.3 round 1 - borgen

reminder: household introductions

moving on next to the borgen household.

get ready for a plethora of brooding but swoon-worthy shots of ivarr.





i forgot to mention in the households introduction post that ivarr actually has two pups.

and by forgot to mention, i mean i only had the idea to create them when i went to load up this lot for this first round 😆



anyway. this is kurk, a skittish but lovable rogue.



and his littermate, halla. a finicky princess who knows exactly what she likes.

i promise they look less alike than these pictures make it seem. kurk has creamy fur, whilst halla is more white-toned.




as you know, ivarr is currently captain of the nordhavn guard and jarl tordis' deputy, but lately he has begun to envisage a different path for himself.

if there was another war, would he really want to go fighting again?

he wasn't sure of the answer to that question, and believed nordhavn deserved a captain unplagued of such doubts.

plus, his recent love of woodwork had sprouted a small but growing seed in his mind.



just look at this handsome boy 🥹




sniffles

huh, is that someone crying outside the property?

hmm. looks an awful lot like ivarr's ex-wife, tyrella singasven.



and i don't think she's this tearful just because of halla being a bit of a meanie.

play nice, puppy!



ivarr: tyrella... what's wrong? is everything okay? and uhh... no offence, but why did you come here, to me, of all places?



tyrella: smooth as ever, ivarr. look, i don't know how else to tell you this... so i'm just going to come right out and say it... i'm pregnant.



ivarr: oh... i see. um, wow, congratulations, i guess. i appreciate you giving me the heads up, but you didn't need to come and tell me this face-to-face. i knew we were both always going to move on eventually, albeit maybe not this ear-

tyrella: its your's, fool. honestly ivarr, how would i have possibly found the time to have already been with someone else so soon after our divorce?



ivarr: i mean... oh actually, never mind. wow, okay then. i see. what... what are we to do? are we to get married? re-married, i mean. i guess we have no-



tyrella: ivarr. please. is that really what you'd want? you know what, don't even answer that question. of course we aren't going to do such a thing. we both know you don't love me anymore. i just... i'll stay living with my parents, and... well, you can be involved as much as you want.



ivarr: of course i want to be involved. its my child as much as yours. i... i just didn't expect all of this. i'm sorry.




dammit ivarr. i don't think that went very well.

oh, tyrella. i'll make sure you get lots of hugs when i get to your household later this round.



hiding in the bathtub for hours whilst staring blankly forward seems like an understandable way to handle the news that you're to have a baby with your ex-wife.



petting stray cats also helps, i'm sure.




as does drowning your sorrows in ale over a game of poker with a pretty lady.

astra: why so glum?

ivarr: i'm having a baby, apparently.

astra: say no more. sucks to be you, dude.

ah, the sage advice of a romance sim. thanks, astra.




thankfully ivarr was discouraged from drinking any more ale that evening by the sight of one of his soldiers throwing up on his shoe.

harald: sir, please... I'm so sor- bleuuuuuuuurgh



just an effortlessly cool warrior guy walking his two doggos.




ahh, nothing like a good bit of sword slashing to calm one's thoughts.

suddenly the idea of returning to the battlefield for a couple of years seemed quite appealing to ivarr, lol.



ivarr: so your aunt tordis tells me that you think i'm your new "mentor" now. is that right?

erik: umm. well, of course i was going to ask you first, but...

ivarr: don't sweat it, boy. happy to do it. maybe its a good thing for me to learn how to be around kids now, anyways.



erik: really?! you will? oh wow, thank you, sir! i won't- hey, what do you mean? i'm not a kid...

ivarr: oh, right. sure. yeah.




clang. clang. clang.

erik: woah, this is tougher than i thought.

ivarr: hey, what's that on the floor by your feet, boy?

erik: huh...?




ivarr: lesson number one. never let your opponent distract you.

erik: urgh. noted.

ivarr: and, umm, maybe its best we use wooden swords for now, eh?



as ivarr was preparing to leave the training ground for the evening, a familiar face appeared beside him.

ivarr: magnus. i don't think i've once seen you step foot into these grounds in all of the fifteen years i've known you.

magnus: heh, yeah. thats true enough. well, thing is, i just wanted to stop by and... oh, i don't know. it just sucks that we can't be friends anymore, now that you and my sister are separated. i just... i always liked being around you, if thats not too weird a thing to say.



ivarr: oh. straight to the point, i see. well, who said we can't still be friends? nordhavn is hardly a big place... and, well, it seems we are about to become family again, aren't we?

magnus: um, yeah. you're right... we are. i mean, we will be. won't we? yeah. sorry. words and mouth don't seem to be working well together today.



ivarr: look, i'm having a dinner party tomorrow night for some of the guard. a bit of a welcome thing for some of our new recruits. how about you join us?

magnus: i've never heard of ivarr borgen throwing a dinner party before... but sure! if thats okay, i mean. i don't want to gatecrash something that i'm by no means have no part of. but i'd love to come.

ivarr: see you tomorrow, magnus.



ruff, ruff, ruff!

ivarr: i love you too, halla. yes, and you, kurk.



ivarr: oh, kai. hey.

kai: hey.

ivarr: um. i'm actually glad i ran into you here. you're joining us for dinner tonight, right? i mean, I wouldn't want you to feel awkward, s'all...



kai: why would it be awkward?

ivarr: well, y'know, cos...

kai: oh grow up, ivarr. i mean, uhh, grow up, captain. we're just two adults who had a bit of fun. no biggie, right? of course i'm coming later.



ivarr: oh, wow. okay. thats great, then. i... i like how you see things.

kai suddenly just became even more attractive to ivarr, lol.



magnus wasn't joking when he said he'd never heard of ivarr hosting a dinner party before.

he never even hosts guest, singular.

i think he's done a pretty good job of making the place look cosy and clean for tonight, however!



ah! this is rather nice. very civilised.

no introductions necessary, i don't think. you've met all six of these already at some point.



kai: this is some good broth, ivarr. definitely a lot better than that mess i managed to cobble together for your breakfast, aha. is there anything you can't do?



tordis: huh? breakfast? when was that?



magnus: no way! you can't have already slept together? my sister barely has a babe in her belly.

kai: umm. no, i... babe in her belly? what are you talking about?



magnus: ivarr?

kai: ivarr?



tordis: ivarr.



panic intensifies

ivarr: ...so you think the broth is good, huh?



i mean, despite the extreme awkwardness, the evening still kind of recovered...

though tordis still doesn't seem too happy, lol.



magnus: sorry if i spoke out of place earlier. it was inappropriate of me to snap like that... i... well, you can sleep with whoever you want to, of course.

ivarr: oh. urr, thanks, magnus.



something tells me the conversation with tordis isn't going to be so easy.



tordis: what did i very explicitly tell you was rule number 2 when I made you my deputy and head of nordhavn's guard?

ivarr: i... don't know? that was like 10 years ago, tord.

tordis: sigh. rule number 1 was don't ever hide anything important from me, which, come to think of it, you've also broken. and rule number 2, put bluntly, was don't fuck any of your subordinates.

ivarr: oh.. yeah. you're right. i'm sorry. really. i'm a bit of a mess right now, aren't i?

tordis: urgh. if you weren't currently in the midst of such a messy divorce, i'd... i'd have the mind to... well, never mind that.



oh, so you're real sorry, huh, ivarr?

you could have at least made sure the last of your guests had vacated first.

although, to be fair, i think everyone kind of forgot poor erik was even here tonight, lol.

erik: woah. this guy is everything i want to be when i grow up.



kai: so there's really a baby, huh?

ivarr: yeah... sorry i didn't say anything before. is that a problem?

kai: apologising is such a turn-off. and no, why would it matter to me? so long as you aren't expecting it to call me mummy or anything.





kai: i'm not going to lose my place on the guard, right? i mean, the jarl seemed pretty pissed...

ivarr: no. i think she's more disappointed in me than you. it'll all blow over. trust me.



halla: *judges her father*




here, have some final shirtless pictures of ivarr to finish off the round.

who am i kidding. i put these in for me. 😆

sigh. this whole situationship with kai, tordis, and his position as captain of the guard... well, it was all just making the idea of chopping and slicing wood seem ever more appealing to ivarr.




not gonna lie, i didn't expect ivarr's round to be so chaotic (...says the guy who'd pre-planned ivarr's ex-wife's pregnancy before the poor guy had even been created in cas).

anyway - until next time!

next: lodgings household (coming soon!)

Comments

[eulalia]

ooooh, drama. 👀 looking forward to learning more about Tyrella during her family's round! and it seems a lil like Ivarr miiiiight be more into Kai than the other way around, so i fear his love life won't be getting less dramatic anytime soon. 🤔 (bad for him, good for those of us who love drama!)

[tedsies]

we’ll get to see tyrella very soon! unfortunately the feelings between her and ivarr were quite one-sided by the end of their marriage. i’m hoping we’ll be able to find her some happiness eventually… 😔 eeeek, yeah, this fling is already getting a bit complicated and it’s only just begun 🫣😆