[Ragnar kept him pinned down, a knee on his back and a hand on his elbow to keep him from jerking away as Ivar meticulously moved over each finger and then peels away a tattoo. He says nothing, expression neutral, almost watchful as his eyes follow Ivar's blade. The last thing they want is to hit a vein too early, this was a punishment, not a swift and merciful death. Unlike Ivar, Ragnar didn't seem to be enjoying this. It was a necessary evil and, if Ivar found some pleasure in it then all the more power to him.
Shifting his weight slightly, he helped turn Dodger's arm to make Ivar's cut easier, switching to Norse as he quietly pointed out which ways they could cut and then told Ivar he was going to start the other hand.
Keeping his knee pressed hard against Dodger's back to keep him from moving, he reached for his axe. After testing the distance, acting like he was possibly planning on straight up cutting off the fingers of his other hand, he twirled the axe in his hand and brought down the thick blunt edge hard on his pointer finger, feeling the bone give away under the blow.]
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Shifting his weight slightly, he helped turn Dodger's arm to make Ivar's cut easier, switching to Norse as he quietly pointed out which ways they could cut and then told Ivar he was going to start the other hand.
Keeping his knee pressed hard against Dodger's back to keep him from moving, he reached for his axe. After testing the distance, acting like he was possibly planning on straight up cutting off the fingers of his other hand, he twirled the axe in his hand and brought down the thick blunt edge hard on his pointer finger, feeling the bone give away under the blow.]