[It's a little funny... if he were removed from the situation, he got laugh about it - he'd tried so hard to warn Ragnar about the monster of a son he had, but apparently the man already knew, accepted and celebrated it. Why else give Ivar the reigns?
He grits his teeth as the knife splits his skin, somehow that much sharper between the loss of his powers and the raw betrayal from Ragnar. His eyes screw shut, and by the time Ivar's peeled the skin back to his palm he's shaking as his limbs sort of struggle with no mental capacity to accomplish anything.
Ivar moves on to his index finger and then his middle, and he can only tell because the pain keeps rising and spreading, even as it's drowned by the numbness of shock. He still doesn't scream, though - Augustine had taught him well with that, no one will help him if he screams. It will only make him more inconvenient. So instead, he collapses into desperate whimpers, tears streaming down his face as the blade slides through the back of his hand and peels away the eye tattoo.]
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He grits his teeth as the knife splits his skin, somehow that much sharper between the loss of his powers and the raw betrayal from Ragnar. His eyes screw shut, and by the time Ivar's peeled the skin back to his palm he's shaking as his limbs sort of struggle with no mental capacity to accomplish anything.
Ivar moves on to his index finger and then his middle, and he can only tell because the pain keeps rising and spreading, even as it's drowned by the numbness of shock. He still doesn't scream, though - Augustine had taught him well with that, no one will help him if he screams. It will only make him more inconvenient. So instead, he collapses into desperate whimpers, tears streaming down his face as the blade slides through the back of his hand and peels away the eye tattoo.]