[Dodger freezes when Ragnar gets up, instinctively aware that something is up as Brink bristles beside him. He opens his mouth to explain no, wait, the drug was barely more than alcohol, just an inhibition inhibitor...
...But the words don't come out by the time he hears the familiar click of the collar, and bites his tongue hard as Ragnar headbutts him, stumbling backward with a yelp as he tries to keep his balance.
Brink, meanwhile, had started up a stream of warning barks the moment the blanket had fallen over him, and only falls silent for a moment when Ivar hits him. The blanket is large enough to weigh itself off of him if he struggles enough, but that will still leaves him unavailable for a good minute or to.
And the moment that Dodger hears Ivar's voice, catches sight of the ax at Ragnar's side as he hears the jeer in the teen Viking's tone... His eyes sharpen with a panic he has yet to properly feel before since coming here.]
Wh- y-
[He glances back at Ivar, but a moment later his mind simply rejects the concept of looking at him. He can't stomach what could possibly be about to happen to him, because the evidence is all there for Ragnar letting Ivar do what he pleases with him and he knows what Ivar pleases.]
No, hold on, you have no idea what the fuck you're doing.
[The fear is already clear in his voice, and the collar's light turns red as he tries his hardest to teleport away and it administers a hard shock. Fuck... Ivar, the loss of his powers, the electricity... He's already on the verge of tears, except he knows that will do fuck all if Ragnar's already decided this is how things will go.]
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...But the words don't come out by the time he hears the familiar click of the collar, and bites his tongue hard as Ragnar headbutts him, stumbling backward with a yelp as he tries to keep his balance.
Brink, meanwhile, had started up a stream of warning barks the moment the blanket had fallen over him, and only falls silent for a moment when Ivar hits him. The blanket is large enough to weigh itself off of him if he struggles enough, but that will still leaves him unavailable for a good minute or to.
And the moment that Dodger hears Ivar's voice, catches sight of the ax at Ragnar's side as he hears the jeer in the teen Viking's tone... His eyes sharpen with a panic he has yet to properly feel before since coming here.]
Wh- y-
[He glances back at Ivar, but a moment later his mind simply rejects the concept of looking at him. He can't stomach what could possibly be about to happen to him, because the evidence is all there for Ragnar letting Ivar do what he pleases with him and he knows what Ivar pleases.]
No, hold on, you have no idea what the fuck you're doing.
[The fear is already clear in his voice, and the collar's light turns red as he tries his hardest to teleport away and it administers a hard shock. Fuck... Ivar, the loss of his powers, the electricity... He's already on the verge of tears, except he knows that will do fuck all if Ragnar's already decided this is how things will go.]