[The worst of Ivar's rage was spent upon Ragnar, so he's a touch calmer now, if not still full of anger. He needs something to do with his hands while he talks, so he pulls out one of the knives that he hadn't thrown, toying around with it between his fingers while he spoke. His voice was brimming with fury.]
Dodger told me --and whoever else was listening in on the network-- that the two of them are fucking. So I go over there, and he just stands there, smirking, like it's all a fucking joke, telling me to mind my own business. Like what he does has no effect on the people around him. He's always been a selfish fuck, but this takes it somewhere else.
[Ivar looks down, gripping the knife in his hand so tightly that his knuckles go white. There's hot, angry tears that are threatening to spill over from his eyes.]
I told him I hated him.
[That had seemed to be the only thing that had really gotten through Ragnar's thick skull.]
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Date: 2018-01-17 07:09 am (UTC)Dodger told me --and whoever else was listening in on the network-- that the two of them are fucking. So I go over there, and he just stands there, smirking, like it's all a fucking joke, telling me to mind my own business. Like what he does has no effect on the people around him. He's always been a selfish fuck, but this takes it somewhere else.
[Ivar looks down, gripping the knife in his hand so tightly that his knuckles go white. There's hot, angry tears that are threatening to spill over from his eyes.]
I told him I hated him.
[That had seemed to be the only thing that had really gotten through Ragnar's thick skull.]