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[smokedout]

[This is another one of those posts where Dodger starts off playing music without explaining anything. The song he plays in particular is a slow tune, earnest and emotional. His voice is gruff from lack of use, or perhaps his perpetual hangover, but he's still a talented musician at the end of the day. The guitar he's playing has stickers on it that some may recognize as fan merchandise for Eichi Tenshouin, and a malinois with a black and purple collar is sleeping with its head on his knee during the song.

When the song ends, he sits there quietly for a while before reaching to light a cigarette. He snaps his fingers to light them, and uses that in place of a lighter. Another pause, before he finally speaks.]

I'm 26 today. And sure, I was gonna make this the unholy mess you were all hoping for, but fuck it, y'know? What's the point of acting like I'm better than anyone else if I don't even believe it...

I'm not planning any sorta celebration. Won't say no to presents. Guessing no one cares enough, though, right? Whatever. No one's looking at this.

[Welcome to the pity party, population: Dodger.]

Comments

[ragnarsson]

First off, I don't have a girlfriend. Get your facts straight.

[And here he thought Dodger was on top of things in the city. Tsk tsk.]

And secondly, you clearly made this post because you wanted attention. What's the matter? Upset because I'm not going to pat you on the head and say 'Poor Dodger'?

[smokedout]

I said fuck off, Ivar.

[Ugh, fine, are they really doing this? Fuck it, he's doing this.]

I was gonna ask you to suck my cock for my birthday, but your father beat you to it.

[ragnarsson]

[When Ivar's angry, usually it comes in one big burst of rage everyone can see. But every so often, there's these moments where his anger burns so white-hot that he appears to be perfectly calm to an outside observer. This is when he's at his most dangerous, for anything can happen. He's having one of them right now, voice betraying nothing of what he's feeling inside.]

........ What did you just say?

[smokedout]

[Dodger's had enough extensive experience with Ivar - and with angry men in general - that he sees where it's going. But he also isn't afraid of it. If he had any sense of self preservation, they wouldn't have been warring for nearly a year.]

I said, I fucked your father. Twice - so far. [He speaks slowly, clearly, making sure every syllable really sinks in and embeds itself in Ivar's mind.] Now fuck off, I'm not wasting my energy on you.

[ragnarsson]

[And just when things had been going so well for them. Ivar's fury begins to mount with every word, and when he speaks, there's nothing to his voice but a flat, empty tone, like what he's talking about has already come to pass.]

Alright, you want a birthday gift? Here's mine. You get a head start. Because when I catch up to you, I'm going to leave you in such a way that not even the ravens will want the scraps, you pathetic, whining sack of shit.

[But first, he's going to pay his father a long visit and Ragnar Lothbrok is finally going to see why men fear his son's name.]

[smokedout]

Go fuck yourself.

[And Dodger... he's not going to be smart about this. He can outrun Ivar in his sleep, teleportation versus a wheelchair and all. But he flips Ivar off, and shut off their communication.]