"Ivar?" You prodded him as he stared off, supposedly preparing himself to get up for the day.
"Do that again and I shall keep your fingers." He grumbled, almost growling when you started playing with his hair.
"You're all soft and fluffy, like a baby duck!" You giggled and he rolled his eyes so hard you imagined it hurt.
"Leave, I shall come to the main hall when I am ready!" He grumbled.
"You're cute when you're sleepy." You inform him before darting out of the cabin to tell them that Ivar would be at the main hall soon.