[A fury like Iceland has never known throbs though his veins, shudders his bones, pulses behind his eyes. The words that come out are in Icelandic, but there's no mistaking the magma-hot fury behind them.]
Then I'll tear you apart first.
[It's quiet, he's not shouting, because he realizes he means it. He means it, and then he's doing it, driving the dagger down into her stomach and tearing through cloth and skin and muscle. He can convince himself it's reasonable because since her healing seems to be moving more slowly on more grievous injuries he just has to injure her enough for it to stick. He can convince himself, but it doesn't matter as much as it matters that she see, right now, that he's pulling her intestines out and he's not going to stop until they're piled on top of her, he can't stop, he doesn't know how, because all of his emotions are erupting inside of him and he's crying and doesn't even know it.]
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Then I'll tear you apart first.
[It's quiet, he's not shouting, because he realizes he means it. He means it, and then he's doing it, driving the dagger down into her stomach and tearing through cloth and skin and muscle. He can convince himself it's reasonable because since her healing seems to be moving more slowly on more grievous injuries he just has to injure her enough for it to stick. He can convince himself, but it doesn't matter as much as it matters that she see, right now, that he's pulling her intestines out and he's not going to stop until they're piled on top of her, he can't stop, he doesn't know how, because all of his emotions are erupting inside of him and he's crying and doesn't even know it.]