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hadriel_logs2019-02-07 12:24 am
ragnarsson) wrote in hadriel_logs2019-02-07 12:24 am
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Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie? (Closed)
Who: Ivar and Sanji
What: Sanji and Ivar get into a fight after Ivar antagonizes him on the network.
Where: Near the frozen lake
When: 2/7
Warnings: Canons-style violence
Ivar was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself after working up Sanji into a complete and utter dramatically enraged state. If he had been born in the modern era, he definitely would have been a great troll. While he hadn't taken Sanji up on his offer to fight right then and there, he definitely wasn't adverse to it either. Alfred was likely going to not speak to him for another week if he found out what happened, but hey, sacrifices had to be made in the name of fun. And fights were definitely fun for the Viking warrior.
He'd limped his way over towards the frozen lake area. It reminded him of Kattegat, how lakes, rivers, and even parts of the fjords themselves would freeze over during winter. He was leaning heavily on his arm crutch, his legs aching as usual from the combination of pain and his leg braces, surveying the scene when the high-strung blonde with the weird eyebrows appeared. Ivar had an eager smirk on his face. "You clearly must have a death wish, dog."
What: Sanji and Ivar get into a fight after Ivar antagonizes him on the network.
Where: Near the frozen lake
When: 2/7
Warnings: Canons-style violence
Ivar was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself after working up Sanji into a complete and utter dramatically enraged state. If he had been born in the modern era, he definitely would have been a great troll. While he hadn't taken Sanji up on his offer to fight right then and there, he definitely wasn't adverse to it either. Alfred was likely going to not speak to him for another week if he found out what happened, but hey, sacrifices had to be made in the name of fun. And fights were definitely fun for the Viking warrior.
He'd limped his way over towards the frozen lake area. It reminded him of Kattegat, how lakes, rivers, and even parts of the fjords themselves would freeze over during winter. He was leaning heavily on his arm crutch, his legs aching as usual from the combination of pain and his leg braces, surveying the scene when the high-strung blonde with the weird eyebrows appeared. Ivar had an eager smirk on his face. "You clearly must have a death wish, dog."