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Jason Momoa as Baba Voss in See ( 2019 - ).
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varbjxrn:
“Solitude is one thing, bróðir, but that is an entire sentence.”
‘ Not if I scrunch up the words to make one full one-- places have been named worse off than that.’ a scrunching of his nose followed suite with his words. ‘ youarenotwelcomed.’ see? seems much more manageable.’
‘ If places like Solitude can exist, I don’t see why me naming a place ‘ You are not welcomed ‘ is such a bad idea.’
I got it fixed!
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If you think Bjorn can sometimes be callous about how he reacts to things, he’s relatively tame in comparison to Sverre. @varbjxrn
Jason Momoa as Arthur Curry in Justice League (2017)
‘ the best thing about you ran down your mother’s thigh.’ was he feeling testy? mayhaps.
X// Y’all ever been the kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix?
so, I’m making an Ethan Chandler blog at some point--
varbjxrn:
He rolled his shoulders as Bjorn spoke of the ones who had made him so angry, loosening himself up while the other made his way to the weapons rack. Sverre was paying attention, and luckily caught the weapons that were thrown his away, taking a moment to make sure the shield was properly strapped to his arm, spinning the mock axe about in his grasp, as they were too far apart for them to begin anything yet. “At first, he thought the complaint was going to be based off of being sent out again, especially as the year was beginning to falter. A bad raid at the end of the season, and the winter looked harder than before. But the addition that Bjorn spoke of only incensed the elder Bear. “What a waste!” He spat to the side, his grip finally settling on the axe properly. “I suppose they think the Bears will sniff out the scraps they left behind, bah!” He growled with enough force that it could be passed off as a roar. “We were given no concessions? A promise of first call upon the year?”
‘none, nothing that is worth the venture. only a promise of better outcomes in the future if we do this, but they’re so DEADSET on sending us out, I doubt there is persuading them otherwise.’ his shoulders shrugged to remove the bear pelt from his back, letting it fall in a heap of a pile near the edge of the ring. he made sure to remove any of the jewelry he had adorned on his fingers, save for the hammer that dangled from his chest tied in sloppy knots along the leather. ‘ I’d rather go to bretlandseyjar in the dead of winter rather than head out there.’ he swung his axe within his hand, twisting and twirling the head to get used to the weight-- after swinging around a full steel tang, the wood felt like nothing in his grasp. ‘ I’m glad you agree with me, Bróðir , seems to me that we’re the only sanes one left within the pack.’ with that, he hoisted his shield up to block along the front of his torso whilst he sprinted forwards, lowering his shoulders in an attempt to slam his bodyweight into the other’s shield in a full frontal battering ram.
varbjxrn:
“Careful, Bróðir. I can smell your anger from here.” He mused, but was already making his way toward the ring.
‘ blame the öldungars for making me reek of it, then.’ his words dripped with venom, yet his tone did not raise-- no matter how much fury boiled within his veins, he would not take it out on his shieldbrother. removing the mock axe and shield out from the lining rails set off to the side, he tossed an identical pair towards Sverre with a small grunt, shifting around to adjust the strap across his forearm to keep his blockade upright. ‘ they want to send us off on another voyage--’ a pause to wipe his nose with the back of his palm, sniffling out loudly. ‘ to a barren waste that the Saxon’s blew through. no plunder, no cattle, not even any saxon’s for us to slaughter.’
X// Bonus points to anyone who knows what this is from.
‘ You better get well suited with your gods if you worship any--’ his hand lifted up to cup the side of his pipe to strike a match against the leather adorned on his thigh. a few puffs of smoke was given out through his lips, using his tongue to swing and sway the end of it back and forth inside of his mouth. ‘ You’ve got till I get done with this bowl.’