Perhaps we're all rejects of some sort. [He sounds both bitter and a touch amused at the thought. Ivar's got a self-image damaged by a lifetime of being seen with pity and as a reject, so even after doing things no other Viking had done, he still sees himself through those same eyes.]

My father wasn't terribly fond of me when I was a child-- [Understatement. He'd tried to leave Ivar out in the woods to die as a form of mercy killing, but been unable to go through with it.] --and the nickname he gave me stuck. But I took the title back with pride when I was older.

[Not that he sounds terribly old over the radio. That's definitely the voice of a teen on the other end of the line.]

The kingdom of Kattegat. In Norway. [He hopes this guy at least knows where that country is because Ivar is not in the mood to deal out long explanations to people.]