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"This is Ivar."

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[It's not uncommon for Dodger to teleport into Ivar's room, but it seems like he's been doing it less and less. Getting caught up in his own life, having things on his mind that pull him away from his boyfriend constantly. Hell, by now Dodger can barely remember the last time they tried to kill each other. Which is exactly why it feels like he should be making up for lost time.

As usual he doesn't announce himself, just crawling into Ivar's bed and pressing himself against the viking's back, one hand slipping under his shirt and the other deftly opening a butterfly knife to press against Ivar's throat.]

Wake up, hot stuff.

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[Apparently, even psychopaths can fall into a boring rut. But Ivar isn't about to let things get too boring between them, lest Dodger try and leave him. Of course, they both know the only way that would happen is if Dodger left in a body bag.

One brilliantly blue eye opens up at the simultaneous feeling of Dodger's hands on his skin and the cold steel of a knife at his throat. There's a smirk hovering around his throat. Hmmm, he's getting a little slow if Dodger was able to sneak up on him that well. One hand comes up to Dodger's face, running over his scars lovingly before tightening an ironclad grip around his throat. Can't let his boyfriend get too complacent now and think that he can start walking all over him.]

What a morning greeting.

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[He lets out a contented sigh at the fingers on his scars, and then a quiet hiss at the hand gripping his throat. This close together, basically spooning, Ivar will be able to feel Dodger's dick hardening just a bit at the pressure and the promise of violence.]

Figured you'd appreciate it. [He presses the knife in enough to run lightly over Ivar's skin, not enough to cut but enough to flirt with the idea.] Christmas is coming up, I got you some presents.

[A pause.]

You know what that is, yeah?

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[He can feel Dodger growing hard against him and it pleases the Viking greatly. He's not one much for blowjobs, and really anyone who lets Ivar near their anatomy when he's got anything sharp nearby (including his own teeth) is taking a big risk, but for the sake of the holidays he'd be glad to give Dodger one.

He perks up immensely at the mention of presents, every inch the excited child rather then the fearsome Viking warlord who skinned people alive for fun. He really did love getting presents. He rolls his eyes when Dodger asks if he knows what Christmas is. Sometimes, it is a touch aggravating being involved with an alternate universe version of someone that he already knows.]

Yes, I know what Christmas is. A nice little bastardization of the Norse tradition of Yule. Ours is much better anyway. More drink, drugs, and sex involved. Which I'm sure you would prefer your holiday to include as well.

[He nips at Dodger's lips playfully.]

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I'm sure we'll get plenty of those in Hell.

[He grins, returning the nips and capturing Ivar's lips in a bruising kiss. Finally he lowers the knife, shifting Ivar onto his back so Dodger can straddle his lap - carefully holding himself just above Ivar's legs, so as not to crush him. That knife is going under Ivar's shirt, trailing along his muscles before Dodger cuts that shirt down the middle and exposes his chest.]

Anyway, drinks, drugs and sex were pretty much my plan for today. [He leans down to kiss Ivar again, and now the knife presses in to cut a long and shallow line down Ivar's chest.] Figured we should celebrate like real hedonists.

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hey
you've still got that husky form right?
i need help with my dog.

[Dodger hasn't spoken to him since Christmas. Or mentioned his dog, ever. And this is really how he greets him after being MIA for two weeks.]

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WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!

[Really, did Dodger think Ivar was going to react any other way?]

Tell me where you are so I can find you and kick your ass!

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getting tortured
can you turn into a husky still or what?

[He really doesn't know what he expected but... maybe if he keeps pretending this is a normal conversation Ivar will calm down.]

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Oh, how wonderful for you. Getting tortured. Well, maybe I should keep such a theme going and remove a few of your major organs as well!

[Yeah, Ivar's not gonna be calming down anytime soon. At least he answers the question, albeit with his usual fury.]

I can and will and might do that just so I can have the pleasure of taking a chunk out of you when I bite you!

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why are you so pissy?

[Just punching straight through that hornet's nest, huh.]

i'm in my suite. suite 9. don't make me regret telling you that.

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Lately, Dodger has been paying less and less attention to Ivar. Sometimes he thinks of it as a punishment for Ivar's possessive nature. Sometimes he just doesn't want to hear about how stupid he's being. No - he usually doesn't want to hear about how stupid he's being. Ivar knows him too well for his comfort.

But that's exactly why he seeks him out now. He's managed to clean all the blood off days ago but he's sure there's still traces of the scent on him, like somehow Ivar might sense from his aura that he's been out killing. He teleports into Ivar's suite and only bothers to kick off his shoes before crawling onto the bed, to lay beside him and just.. watch him. Whether he's awake or not, Dodger doesn't really want to be the first one to speak.

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Ivar's in a light doze when he hears the sound of Dodger's teleportation. In that layer just before wakefulness, he registers it, and stays asleep. It's only when he feels the pressure on the bed change that his consciousness slowly rises back up from the depths of his mind. His brilliantly blue eyes open up and see Dodger there.

A slow smile comes over his face and he leans forward, kissing Dodger softly on the mouth while his right hand comes up to stroke the scars on the side of his face. When he pulls back, he studies Dodger carefully. He can recognize when his boyfriend is in one of his moods. Hoo boy. This is gonna be dramatic again, isn't it? "To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?"

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Dodger relaxes a bit at the touch, leaning into Ivar's hand and the kiss. Slowly he reaches out, running his hand along Ivar's side as he presses another kiss to the viking's lips.

"Just needed to see you." He chews his cheek a bit, not entirely sure how to voice his thoughts. At least he isn't having a complete breakdown this time. "I'm... I don't know. Lost."

There's another pensive pause, and his brow furrows a bit. He's asked a few people this, but he can't help seeking Ivar's opinion too.

"Do you think I'm a monster?"

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The Viking pulls himself over closer to Dodger, feeling the heat coming off of the other man's body. It was a lot more pleasant when his boyfriend wasn't using his powers to burn straight through his skin.

It appears, as usual, Dodger needs him in some capacity or another he can't find from anyone else. Ivar could lord this over him or he could just hear him out. Not interested in another fight at right this moment, he does the latter.

Ivar pauses in what he is doing, thinking hard on the question when it is asked. His words come slowly as he grasps for an eloquent response. "That is a question I often end up asking myself. I've done monstrous things, many of them, and only a few I regret." Even Dodger didn't know the full extent of that list, like how he'd left his son in the woods to die or blasphemed the gods by giving them an unwilling sacrifice.

"I think you can be one much of the time. You're stupid and selfish and sadistic and only think about yourself." He could go on for so much longer but he's not trying to use Dodger like a punching bag right now. He runs his fingers through the man's shaggy hair, his voice turning gentle. "But not always. You can be far better than you think you are. You just don't see it."

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His brow twitches a bit when Ivar insults him, but he isn't going to fight it. It's all true and even if he hadn't already believed it, he's been hearing it from everyone.

"I just want people to hurt me, huh?"

He shifts again until their bodies are pressed together, so he can run his hand under Ivar's shirt and trace random patterns with his unnaturally warm fingers. It's been months, and it still feels odd to be so close when he can remember traces of an old, old rivalry.

"I want to be better. I don't want to hurt people. But it's..." He stumbles over his words, "...It's easy. It's good in the moment. Fuck, I feel high when I've got blood in my mouth." A pause. "I sold one of my friends out so I could get forgiveness from someone else. It was so fucking easy, I didn't even think about it until..."

Until he saw Hector's face. Not the reaction to the kill, but the resolve when he left.

Dodger can't think of anything else to say so he just sinks into the mattress, his brow knitted with turmoil.

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Francis hates talking about feelings and emotions. Specifically his feelings about Dodger, but he likes Ivar, so he manages to shove down the urge to just ignore it. It feels a little bit like Jason all over again, but Ivar at least seemed like someone he could have a conversation with.

It doesn't take much to track down what suite he's in. Francis is good at that sort of thing, and it's not like they do much to hide the room assignments. So he stops by; figures he might as well before he talks himself out of it.

Most people would probably have a plan, or an idea of what they wanted. Some idea of what they were trying to say, at least. But that would involve too much thinking about feelings, and so he's just... playing it by ear. He just would kind of like it if Ivar didn't hate him, he guesses.

He knocks on the door, but doesn't wait for an answer, slipping into the main area as he looks around casually. "Hey, Ivar?"

His collar's different this time, bright blood red with a bow and a bell, and he has a tattoo now. Black tentacles at the sides of his neck to cover up the marks Squalo left on him. Of course, when he sees Ivar, if he happens to be topless, Francis is just gonna.. enjoy the view.

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Ivar was still unaware just of what the relationship was between his boyfriend and the man he may or may not have been forming a crush on. It wasn’t just that Francis was easy on the eyes. No, he happened to see Ivar the way he wished everyone would see him: as someone dangerous and a little crazy, but who also happened to have a heart underneath all that fury.

What was a poor Viking warrior to do? Ah well, nothing really to do until things inevitably blew up as they were warranted.

When Francis comes in, Ivar’s just gotten out of the bathtub. It’s never a bad time to approach him, given he’s in less pain from the warm water and therefore less grumpy or homicidal than he would be otherwise. He’s got a pair of pants on as he lies on his bed but no shirt, showing off the tattoos he has covering his chest on full display, with some water droplets still being flicked out of his long hair. Honestly, Ivar was like most Norsemen in that he’d walk around naked if he didn’t live in the freezing Northlands of Europe and the fact he was so self-conscious about his legs.

He brightens up quite a bit when he sees who has walked through the door. “Francis!” He sits up a little bit straighter. “What are you doing here?” He just has to be here to see Ivar, right? He’d be quite put out if he wasn’t.

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Francis can't help the fact that he brightens notably when Ivar says his name. He has a certain type that seems to catch his attention, and that is men that are handsome and deadly dangerous, but with a streak of something softer to temper it. No matter how deeply that might be buried. And Ivar certainly wasn't hard on the eyes, especially just out of the bath like this, damp hair and his bare skin and tattoos on display.

"Well, I came to see you of course," the blonde answers with an easy smile, his tone playful and flirty. But then his expression shifts, turns a little bit serious and he bites at his bottom lip. He hates this. Talking. Especially about feelings, and that makes saying the words hard.

He'd much rather fling himself back out the door, or just flirt with Ivar. But instead he takes a breath and makes himself say the reason that he's actually here. "I actually... I sort of wanted to Talk, if you're not busy?" He says, a little bit self-conscious as he says the words. And you can just about hear the Capitalization when he says the word Talk. He doesn't come out with the whole mention of Dodger and how he'd called Ivar his boyfriend all at once, but he's getting there, he just has to take it a step at a time.

Words and emotions are pretty clearly not something that Francis is real big on. But he's trying, anyway.

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Ivar likes having Francis around. There’s something about the man that makes part of the anger and fury within the Viking king get turned down like a knob on a radio. It never fully goes away but it does ease up upon occasion. They both see each other so clearly, Francis seeing the brave, brilliant warrior rather than a cripple and Ivar seeing someone tough and sweet at the same time who had survived more than most people would first imagine.

Ivar can hear what’s going on with his tone of voice, how serious he suddenly is. Uh-oh. Much as Ivar would have preferred him to be here just for some flirting and perhaps a little more after that, it appears things are more serious than he would like. “Is there something I should be concerned about?” Also, should he be reaching for one of his knives right about now?

Well, there’s nothing to do. It’s not like he can just walk away if Francis wants to talk. He gestures for him to come closer, patting a spot on the mattress near him. It’s not meant to be sexual but it still might come off a bit as an invitation. From here, they can talk comfortably. Ivar can also easily reach the knives he carries beneath his pillow, but Francis doesn’t need to know that unless necessary.

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"No-- I don't think so, anyway?" He says, with a slightly wry curl of a smile. And there's a twitch at the corners of his lips as Ivar pats the space next to him on the bed, and he obligingly moves to sit on the mattress, looking over at him. But he can't help taking it as at least partially an invitation. Although, Francis is also someone that keeps knives under his pillow (and far too many on his person). So he's not completely ignorant to the idea that Ivar might have a knife near to hand, but he's not thinking that it'll be that sort of talk, not yet, at least.

Or well. If knives are involved he'd much prefer it being a fun thing rather than because Francis is bad at talking about feelings.

"Look, it's just... Dodger called you his boyfriend. And I like you, too." The fact that he likes Dodger is mostly just implied. It's in the tilt of his head, the way teeth scrape against his bottom lip, a glint in those violet eyes when he says his name. "And I just thought... You know." There's a vague gesture of fingers, a shrug of his slender shoulders because Francis is bad at this. But he's trying, at least. He clearly thinks that Ivar is important enough to be worth talking to about it, anyway.

He doesn't quite know what it is about the Viking King that gets to him, but he's different from most people. Special, interesting. So he's here instead of just ignoring that it might be a problem.

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Dodger had wanted to put this off a while longer. Or maybe call Ivar instead, keep his distance so he didn't end up with an ax though his head. But honestly... he knows this deserves an in-person chat. Ax and all. It would be cruel of him to deny his boyfriend the catharsis of breaking his nose.

So he teleports in, sitting on top of Ivar's dresser because he's still allergic to chairs. And hopefully Ivar is in a good mood, but.. he doubts he's that lucky.

"Got a minute?"

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Ivar's still got his leg braces on even though he's sitting down, like he'd just done so a minute or two before. He's sharpening his favorite axe and his eyes brighten up when he sees who has teleported into the room.

"Don't suppose you're here just because you want to suck my dick?" Ivar says with a smirk. What can he say, he's always a little horny when he's around Dodger. Sometimes, his penis is the only part of him Ivar really likes. But the smirk fades when he sees the expression on his boyfriend's face. "What is it?"

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"You wish." He can't help a smirk, and a humorless little laugh.

But he clears his throat, and shrugs awkwardly. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one, but at this point it's clearly stalling.

"I don't think I'm being fair to you." He speaks slowly, weighing his words carefully. "And I figured... instead of avoiding you, I should sack up and talk, yeah? So..."

And he's still stalling. He fiddles with his cigarette, his lips waver a bit, and.. finally he just rips off the bandage.

"I think we should take a step back. I think I- can't call myself your boyfriend, the way I treat you."

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Ivar's amused but that slips off his face the longer Dodger goes on talking. Oh, when oh when will Dodger learn to just shut up instead of talking? At least when Ivar talks he has purpose. Dodger just seems to always make things worse when he opens up his big mouth.

The Viking king's eyes glitter dangerously at what he hears, madness and anger rising up in them. His voice has that low edge to it, the kind where one who didn't know him as well as his boyfriend did might mistake for being calm. In truth, he was furious.

"Jamie Dodger, are you trying to break up with me?" Oh dear, a call-out of the full name kind. Dodger better choose his next words carefully because Ivar still has that axe in his hands. The way he's eyeing Dodger right now makes it seem like he's measuring how far it would be to throw and bury it right in his skull.

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Dodger bristles a bit, at the sound of his first name. There are several people now who know it, or even his full name, but he'll never get used to hearing it. And he definitely hears the dangerous edge there, the same edge he's heard in countless men before him. Still, he doesn't back down. He wouldn't have dated Ivar at all if he was afraid of his temper and honestly, he doesn't really care right now.

"If you kill me, I'm just going to come back. It doesn't stick here." He holds his hands out in a grand, inviting gesture, "So go ahead. I mean, you deserve the right, yeah?"