[He had no idea what he'd done. Not that he had much time to really try to dredge his memory as he grabbed yet another pillow and held it up after the first knife went whizzing wide of him.
The second knife struck the pillow in the center, which somehow managed to stop its momentum enough that it only poked out the other side, but the third hit one of the corners he'd been holding, knicking two of his fingers and then burying into the meaty part of his thumb.
He dropped the pillow in surprise, which pulled the blade out, blood already starting to dribble down his arm.
He glared at Ivar, not about to deny the accusation, especially when he didn't see what it had to do with Ivar.] Why do you care?! [The glass smashed as it hit the wall behind him.]
Ivar. Stop. [At some point, he'd made the conscious decision to switch to Norse as he raised his voice in return. Aside from arguing back and throwing things that wouldn't hurt a child if they got hit by one, he wasn't going to retaliate. He had moved behind the couch when he'd grabbed the pillow though, so he had a tiny bit of cover now.]
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The second knife struck the pillow in the center, which somehow managed to stop its momentum enough that it only poked out the other side, but the third hit one of the corners he'd been holding, knicking two of his fingers and then burying into the meaty part of his thumb.
He dropped the pillow in surprise, which pulled the blade out, blood already starting to dribble down his arm.
He glared at Ivar, not about to deny the accusation, especially when he didn't see what it had to do with Ivar.] Why do you care?! [The glass smashed as it hit the wall behind him.]
Ivar. Stop. [At some point, he'd made the conscious decision to switch to Norse as he raised his voice in return. Aside from arguing back and throwing things that wouldn't hurt a child if they got hit by one, he wasn't going to retaliate. He had moved behind the couch when he'd grabbed the pillow though, so he had a tiny bit of cover now.]