[Losing his ear does make him cry out, a stifled noise of pain not unlike a dog's shriek. There are tears streaming down his face, and his breath is ragged and pained as he still struggles weakly. Every so often, a half-hearted attempt to burn them will administer a hard shock to him, some of which may transfer to the Vikings. Those shocks are becoming more frequent, though, as the pain rises... perhaps something should be done about it.]
[It takes until the third or fourth shock for Ragnar to finally piece together that it's the collar doing it, which means Dodger is trying to use his powers. As he brings the head of the axe down on his next knuckle, he idly wonders if it's Dodger trying to retaliate or if he's trying to get away.
Ragnar gets sprayed with blood from the initial cut by Dodger's ear, so he pauses to get ahold of his hair to keep his head still as Ivar continues to work away at it.
He waited until Dodger was quiet again, just soft pained noises before speaking to Ivar, still in Norse.] His tongue? [It's a suggestion, a stray thought before he breaks the last two fingers on his hand.]
[Ivar hisses as a small jolt of electricity hits his hands again. Dodger must really be in a pain-fueled panic if he keeps trying to use his powers. He wipes some of the blood now soaking his hands off, so that he can keep a grip on his knife.
He looks over appreciatively at Ragnar at the suggestion.]
Now there's an idea.
[He leaves off skinning him, now to the upper part of his arm, and traces the knife along Dodger's jawline, coming to rest right by his lips. He'd better remain very still if he doesn't want to be further maimed. It's very clear what they're discussing even if Dodger can't understand the language. Eventually, Ivar comes to a decision.]
No, let him keep it. That way he can scream longer.
[Somewhere in his head, a dull thought is rattling around his head, upset that Ivar has had to rip open the sleeve of his favorite hoodie to gain access to his skin. It barely matters, all things considered, but he still manages to get just as upset about it as he is about everything else.
Dodger is shaking enough that he splits his bottom lip against the knife, and he lets out a pitiful little noise of pain with it. Their voices are muffled by the blood in his ear, but it doesn't matter what they're saying - it's the casual tone that makes him afraid more than anything.]
Mercy... Mercy, mercy...
[He's just started mumbling it without any hope that he'll be listened to, begging for Ragnar to have pity on him.]
[The begging immediately enraged Ragnar. As soon as Ivar's knife was away from his mouth, Ragnar grabbed the back of Dodger's head and shoved it forward, one hard push to send his forehead and face colliding into the dirt before tugging again. He leaned down to speak into Dodger's remaining ear in a low, calm growl.]
Athelstan asked you to stop as well, did he not? I see no reason why we should grant you the mercy that you refused to grant him.
[Moving on, he took one of Ivar's knives and sliced down the back of Dodger's shirt, cutting it open to expose his back. Like Ivar had done with his hand, Ragnar began a shallow incision down Dodger's back. He worked methodically, unhurriedly starting to skin his back.]
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Ragnar gets sprayed with blood from the initial cut by Dodger's ear, so he pauses to get ahold of his hair to keep his head still as Ivar continues to work away at it.
He waited until Dodger was quiet again, just soft pained noises before speaking to Ivar, still in Norse.] His tongue? [It's a suggestion, a stray thought before he breaks the last two fingers on his hand.]
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He looks over appreciatively at Ragnar at the suggestion.]
Now there's an idea.
[He leaves off skinning him, now to the upper part of his arm, and traces the knife along Dodger's jawline, coming to rest right by his lips. He'd better remain very still if he doesn't want to be further maimed. It's very clear what they're discussing even if Dodger can't understand the language. Eventually, Ivar comes to a decision.]
No, let him keep it. That way he can scream longer.
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Dodger is shaking enough that he splits his bottom lip against the knife, and he lets out a pitiful little noise of pain with it. Their voices are muffled by the blood in his ear, but it doesn't matter what they're saying - it's the casual tone that makes him afraid more than anything.]
Mercy... Mercy, mercy...
[He's just started mumbling it without any hope that he'll be listened to, begging for Ragnar to have pity on him.]
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Athelstan asked you to stop as well, did he not? I see no reason why we should grant you the mercy that you refused to grant him.
[Moving on, he took one of Ivar's knives and sliced down the back of Dodger's shirt, cutting it open to expose his back. Like Ivar had done with his hand, Ragnar began a shallow incision down Dodger's back. He worked methodically, unhurriedly starting to skin his back.]