#Ingvar starbreaker

[stigolafson]

ingvar with chronic pain. he’s over seven feet tall, dammit, his spine must hurt so bad. give me ingvar who stays up all night silently sobbing when his back starts to spasm. give me ingvar who wants nothing more than an aggressive shoulder massage at any given time. give me ingvar with flare-ups and irritability and chronic pain!!

[brotherbandarchive]

hey ik the brotherband fandom came up with better last names for everyone but i forgor what they were. can you tell me

It would be my pleasure! I love these questions. Brotherbanders, please feel free to chime in, especially taking credit where credit is due because I may or may not have forgotten who coined which name:

Hal Wavechaser ( @mostlyonthefloor), who found a ship by 'following the waves in its wake'

Stig Ironskin, who's seemingly impervious to strikes and who finally managed to get his temper under control

Ingvar Starbreaker, who broke a sword forged from a fallen star

Edvin Hopebringer, who- well, I'm not exactly sure; legends abound with this one

Jesper Stormrunner ( @twofoursixohjuan this one is yours), who ran through a cornfield- oops, I mean a storm- to deliver a warning

Stefan Hafsærling (this one is mine [ @reine-du-sourire] ), who Sang five enemy ships into smashing themselves against the rocks

Ulf, Wulf, and Lydia I don't know.

[absolutely-existing]

Edvin and Ingvar, enough

thanks for the ask!

”Ingvar. When I told you I needed fish, did I forget to mention that seven were enough?”

Ingvar, looking mildly embarrassed, mumbled that Edvin hadn’t mentioned an exact number, and twelve was a perfectly reasonable amount of fish to be put in a stew, in his opinion.

This was why Ingvar wasn’t the cook, and should therefore listen to the person who was, Edvin informed him. “In any case, it’s too late now. I’ll forgo the stew.”

“Er, sorry about that,” Ingvar admitted guiltily; Edvin nodded in acknowledgment, and ignored him in favour of setting up a grill.

“…This is delicious, Edvin!”

“Thanks. It was supposed to be a stew.”

[twofoursixohjuan]

Ingvar x Lydia fake dating au where they have to pretend to be a couple to sneak into a palace to steal a Very Important Object (reasons unspecified)

Ingvar is pretending to be a specific nobleman who was invited to an Event at the palace and whom he swapped places with. Lydia is his wife

Takes place in Arrida

Ingvar is taking the opportunity to be as bumbling and distracting as possible (loud and boisterous and knocking things over) to draw as much attention as possible while Lydia sneaks off to let Hal, Jesper and the twins in the back way to do the actual thieving. he's surprisingly good at it

when all goes to hell and the burglars are about to be discovered, Lydia accuses Ingvar of cheating on her and they stage an overly dramatic screaming match which will be gossiped about for years to come. the real noble is a little upset when he discovers this

for no apparent reason, Gilan is there

[victoriantreecat]

Who's your favorite Heron? :)

Oh dear. I- uhh. Ahh let's see...

Uhmmmm

Err

well you see-

I can hardly chooose

Ingvar, I think though. I really admire him- genuinely so smart and takes no nonsense, but is unerringly loyal and loves his crew so much. Also gets some darn good happiness, as deserved

Though I do really love Edvin- he's the character my little 12 year old heart adored, and he's still the Heron I feel most like I can relate to (sewing, knitting, small, and more for organisation than battle)

[brotherbandarchive]

Jesper accidentally broke a plate

Ingvar marches up to Ansgar and says that he's the one who broke the plate

Then Stefan counters that he's the one who broke the plate

Then Stig maintains that he's the one who broke the plate

Then Wulf argues that he's the one who broke the plate

Then Hal insists that he's the one who broke the plate

Then Edvin swears that he's the one who broke the plate

Then Ulf protests that he's the one who broke the plate

Then Lydia grabs another plate and breaks it to prove that she's the one who broke the plate

[brotherbandarchive]

Not sure if I should explore my Dark!Edvin AU or an AU in which all the Herons become their worst versions... permanently berserk/feral Stig as Hal's human guard dog, Ulf and Wulf can't tell each other apart anymore and are constantly trying to wound or kill each other, Ingvar becomes completely blinded and can't find his way out of his own head, Stef becomes an echo and has nothing left of himself, etc...

Unless the AUs are the same thing... Dark!Herons?

Unless Edvin's dark AU is that he's the only sane one left, and he's essentially the mastermind behind it all?

Or is this Hal's dark AU, calling himself Slavesfather instead of Slaveson?

And Edvin's the only one left sane and trying to break Hal, and subsequently everyone else, free? Hopebringer?

Anyone up for some

[brotherbandarchive]

Prompts? Lydia & Ingvar & Edvin, fruit picking

Karina says the apples from the very top of the tree taste best.

She promises to bake the crew a pie if they'll get her some, and so Ingvar and Lydia decide to brave the climb.

One doesn't mess about when there's a pie from Karina's kitchen at stake, after all.

Edvin comes along, with his med kit, because he's pretty sure he's going to need it.

[brotherbandarchive]

*sails in again* *pays you for your last one*

your service has been noticed. appreciated. and fangirled over.

*pulls out paper, crosses one off*

i have so many more 4 u

*squints* Cant even read my own handwriting...oh!

eventually the herons just starts being like - oh remember when i almost died, fun times - no sarcasm (ingvar, maybe?) and someone just standing there be like wtf

*looks at the lovely piece of driftwood, nods, and sticks it in my bag*

I'm glad you're appreciative; that's my favorite kind of audience. Very happy you're enjoying, and thank you so much. Means a lot to me. It really, really does.

*examines your paper* nice choice of ink, by the way, love the color. Can't read your handwriting either... guess I'll have to wait and see about your next request. I'm looking forward already.

Anyway...

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Dell blinks. "You... sorry, what?"

"You had to be there," Jesper explains, cramming another piece of cherry pastry into his mouth. "'Mem'er, In'v'r? Wh'n we hadt' eschlph l'd'r oph'sk't-r'pn c'lt-"

"Please just swallow. And then tell me you didn't say something about a cult."

Ingvar helps himself to a piece of pastry, nodding. "Oh, yeah, we did that. The cult thing, I mean, with the Scorpions. Kind of funny, actually, and we got to meet a Ranger- the Araluen ones, you know?-and Hal invented a-"

With a herculean effort, Jesper manages to swallow his mouthful of sweet dough. "And remember Bloodyhand? The fat corsair with the shiny clothes who almost skewered Hal before Lydia- Dell, if you aren't going to eat that, can I have it?"

"Help yourself," Dell mutters, somewhat feebly.

[brotherbandarchive]

*floats in on a peice of driftwood* I can explain *pulls up on shore* Hal's away and I had to get to you as fast as possible. Payment *hands you massive peice of shiny seaglass, in ur fav colour (no idea what it is, just imagine)*

*pulls out somehow-still-dry paper, crosses anther one off* Next!

Edvin getting nightmares about the Herons injures and refusing to sleep. For DAYS.

SHINY SEAGLASS!!!!! MY BEST BELOVED

*holds it for a long moment, touching it and gazing at it and beaming with pleasure, and then realizes you're still standing there*

...oh right.

*peers curiously at your page*

Oooh tasty. Angst. Very nice, good stuff. Thank you 😊

Hmmmm...

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He knows he shouldn't wake Stig.

He knows, he knows, he really doesn't need to.

It was just a dream.

A stupid dream.

A stupid dream of Stig's arm swollen with infection, red and angry-looking, Stig's face pinched with the pain he's trying to ignore until-

Edvin breathes.

Just because he can't sleep is no reason to wake Stig and check his arm for an infection that he knows full well isn't there.

He rubs his eyes, blinks, rubs them again. Maybe he should go make more coffee. It's not as though he's going to get any rest tonight, anyway.

Stig's arm festering and-

Edvin breathes.

Stig would be upset if he knew Edvin was still awake.

So would Thorn.

Thorn burning with fever, trying t-

Hal unable to steer through the shivers wracking his-

Wulf doubled over in agony, bleeding from the-

Edvin breathes.

He swallows.

"...Stig...?"

[reine-du-sourire]

for prompts, remember that Jesper & touch post that did the rounds the other day? Ingvar hugs, take it any direction you like

Ingvar loves hugs. He loves giving them and he loves getting them; he has it all down to a science.

Hal is good to hug. He makes a funny squeaking noise at first, but relaxes quickly. He hugs back. Ingvar knows not to hug him too hard or for too long, though.

Stig is great to hug. He likes hugs, he hugs back enthusiastically, and he doesn't mind being squeezed. He squeezes right back.

The twins are convenient to hug. Ingvar likes to hug them both at once; it's a great way to stop them from fighting without throwing them overboard. Much more pleasant, anyway.

Stefan is fun to hug. He loves it when Ingvar's enthusiasm lifts him right off the ground; he laughs delightedly when Ingvar spins him around in a whirling circle.

Edvin is nice to hug. He always smells good and his returning hugs are surprisingly strong for someone of his size. He lets Ingvar hug him for as long as he likes.

Jesper is hard to hug. He's so small and slippery, but can be scooped up and hugged tightly and carefully. It's funny when he hides his face in Ingvar's shirt.

[brotherbandarchive]

woo woo! AM-A-ZING

I'm now pronouncing you official Heron story writer *hands you documents, and another sea glass* sea glass for payment

can we get a part 2 of Edvin won't sleep??????

YIPPEE

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"Would it help to sleep next to someone?" Stig asks gently, after Edvin's finished examining his arm.

Edvin shakes his head. He really doesn't think it will.

"Do you have any herbs you can take?"

"No."

He does, in fact, have sleeping herbs. But he's not about to use them.

"Can you think of anything that might help? Anyone you can talk to?"

"I don't know."

Ingvar shifts, rolls over, starts to snore.

Ulf sighs in his sleep.

"You can't keep doing this, Ed."

"I know that."

Edvin's pretty sure he's going to pass put from exhaustion any minute now, so that will take care of the problem.

"Wanna try?"

"Try what?"

"Sleeping next to me."

"I don't know."

Kloof comes padding over and lays her head in Stig's lap. He pets her, stifling a yawn. "What do you think, Kloof, should Edvin get some sleep?"

Kloof makes a put-upon huffing noise.

"Yeah, I think so too. Come on, Hopebringer, let's see if we can get you some rest."

Nestled beneath Stig's non-infected arm, Edvin sleeps dreamlessly until the sun rises.

[reine-du-sourire]

"A dog," Ingvar says softly, almost musingly, as he carefully leads Kloof through the silent alleyways. "Mongrel. Not very polite, is he?"

Kloof wags her tail.

Of course Hal hadn't said everything. But he didn't really need to. Ingvar is a good guesser.

He guesses lots of things, and he's usually right.

"I think Tursgud could use a lesson or two in manners."

The night breezes chivvy them gently on their way.

Sure, the others had speculated on ways to punish Tursgud. Jesper had some particularly elaborate ideas. But Ingvar prefers the simple approach.

"Just some basic manners," he repeats. "Back to basics."

Basics. Simple things that everyone knows. Dreams. Fear. Apparitions. Warnings. Wrath.

Vallas.

Dog breath.

Ingvar lets go of Kloof's collar and takes a step back; watching her run silently, gracefully, almost wraithe-like, into the house of the Maktig and his family.

He doesn't follow.

It's not for him to watch.

"Ah, Slaveson. Fancy seeing you here."

Tursgurd's slumped in the corner of a dingy Hallasholm tavern, legs splayed in the manner of the maliciously drunk. He looks to Hal like he's been here for at least a few hours.

"Erak wanted to talk to you. That's all I'm here to say."

Hal is well aware that the best way to deal with Tursgurd is not to react, not to rise to his jibes. It's an art that he's perfected. He reminds himself that he's earned status and acclaim on his own, that he and his mam are well-respected, and keeps his face carefully neutral.

"Yeah, I figured. Trotting around at his whims - I guess following orders comes naturally to you, huh?'

Unfortunately Stig, fraying after a frustrating night of searching drinking houses and back alleys, is not quite so composed.

"Shut up, Tursgurd," he growls.

Tursgurd takes a careless sip of his drink, slopping it down his jerkin. "Ah, and the thief's son. The bastard liar - you do know people call you a bastard, don't you? A pretty pair."

Hal is careful not to react. Behind him, he hears Stig take in a long breath, unsteady with restrained anger.

Tursgurd laughs, a harsh, grating sound. "Fine then. Set your dog on me rather than face me yourself."

Hal doesn't have to look behind him to know what Stig must look like, incandescent with suppressed rage, eyes ablaze and hands twitching for the haft of his axe. Five years ago, he wouldn't have even made it a word into this conversation - but his limit now, as he approaches it, is as fiery and destructive as it ever was.

"I suppose that's the Araluen way, isn't it? Get someone else to do your dirty work?"

Stig is making a noise that sounds suspiciously like a suppressed snarl. Hal tentatively reaches behind him to grip a shaking forearm and Stig lets himself be pulled towards the door.

"Sure, run then, mongrel," Tursgurd calls.

Stig pauses for a second, eyes flashing, and Hal tenses, but Stig only whips around and stalks out of the tavern. Hal, with little else to do, follows.

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“Hal? Permission to abandon the ship? We are too happy here and I can’t stand it.” Lydia groans.

“Request denied.”

Stefan starts up another merry jig on the little harp he'd managed to barter off of the visiting trader last week, and Jesper's dance moves grow still more erratic.

Stig attempts to copy him, with reasonable success. Ingvar does too, with considerably less.

"Just enjoy it, Lyd," Wulf says lazily.

"Hmph."

Kloof barks excitedly as she leaps over to join the dancers.

[twofoursixohjuan]

Ingvar family headcanons, go!

I tend to give him an enormous number of younger siblings mainly so he can carry them all around. He takes after his dad who is also Fucking Huge (his mum is quite small and it was a tricky birth) and the kids are regularly seen doing odd jobs around Hallasholm because the family is permanently cash-strapped