"Do I?" Alfred might not want to punch Ivar but the idea of dumping his drink or throwing his cup at him is becoming vaguely tempting.
"No, you are not going anywhere," Alfred huffs at the mention of Ivar going and hunting them down. He stops pacing for a moment and studies the Viking. He turns away from Ivar then, but mostly because the worry on his face is only deepening and he's very tempted not to stop talking altogether.
And, he might not particularly want to go fight with Ivar because he's sure it'd quickly become clear that he's not nearly as skilled as Ivar is or anyone else. And a very small vain part of him wants to impress Ivar.
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Date: 2019-02-01 07:55 pm (UTC)"No, you are not going anywhere," Alfred huffs at the mention of Ivar going and hunting them down. He stops pacing for a moment and studies the Viking. He turns away from Ivar then, but mostly because the worry on his face is only deepening and he's very tempted not to stop talking altogether.
And, he might not particularly want to go fight with Ivar because he's sure it'd quickly become clear that he's not nearly as skilled as Ivar is or anyone else. And a very small vain part of him wants to impress Ivar.