"There is a reason I always keep a knife on me at all times. Keeps life from getting too dull," he says. Ivar pulls one of his favorites out of his vest. He had fashioned it with a hole in the bottom of the handle so he could twirl it around his finger like he's doing right now. It doesn't add anything to his throwing skills, but damn if it doesn't look cool.

It's likewise ambiguous if Ivar is joking or not. His idea of a good party is one where a little blood ends up getting shed because life is far too short to waste on dull times.