[ Norway's eyes go wide as Denmark lunges at him, and for a moment he struggles with his reactions that are both to step away, dodge and to meet that lunge with a punch. In the end he manages to get his arms up and they'll meet with Denmark's face while they both slam back to a tree trunk. Norway gives a gasp and a small cry as his back hits the tree, followed by his head with a nauseating thud.
For a moment he's too confused to do anything, and the gravity will come to his aid, as their combined weights slide off the tree and past it, carrying Denmark a bit away from him. It's an opening Norway won't let go wasted and he ends up grabbing Denmark's hair, as their positions are way too awkward to throw any punches. He brings up his knee, weaker than it would be usually, but he's feeling the side-effects of being a human and having air knocked out of him. ]
Bullshit? [ he croaks, quietly. ] Fuck you, Danmark.
[The knee knocks the remaining air out of Denmark as it connects with his stomach, but despite being human now and the being kneed in the gut thus affecting him more, he will completely ignore it, barely feel it, being on an emotionl and physical high made from anger, battlelust and fear of losing whatever him and Norway have.
That this fight isn't really productive towards that doesn't matter here.
He tries to pull his head away from Norway's hand, one hand reaching up to try and push the fingers out of his hair while the other grabs fro Norway's collar as he gasps for air, for once unable to say anything.]
[Denmark is still stronger than Norway, even if he's already battered and this means Norway will have to give up on the hold he has on Denmark's hair and stumble while trying to maintain his footing while Denmark's weight will throw him against the trunk again.
He doesn't remember seeing Denmark angry like this for a long while. A long while. And while that is not necessarily a positive thing, it says something. Something that Norway will reflect upon later. Right now it just as everything else just pisses him off.
He tries to shove Denmark away by slamming his shoulder against Denmark's. ]
[Denmark has finally enough air in his lungs to continue talking, and while any sane man would use that air to put it into actions first, words are just as important to the southernmost Nordic. Especially in a situation like this where he tries to hammer a message across. Multiple messages, though with half of them he isn't sure what they are.
He'll turn sideways to let Norway's shoulder slam into nothing, raising one knee at the same time with force to not only knock the air out of the other man but also keep his lower body where it is while the upper flies forward. He doesn't want Norway to stumble away from him, after all.]
Yeah, bullshit! Ya're not even saying half of the things that happen and just expect me ta magicall notice all of them, and then ya add another half in yer head of things that are not true at all, and then ya expect me ta aact according ta them. That's fucking bullshit, Nor, and ya should stop it!
[Pushing away responsibility, but he really doesn't see himself at fault for any part of this situation.]
[ This time Norway would like to answer, he'd like to yell accusations the same as Denmark. But he has wind knocked out of him by that invading knee and finds himself doubled over it, grasping for Denmark's jacket for support.
He's going to throw up.
No. Fuck no!
And yet, he just might.
But not right away. The bile tastes on his tongue, though, and he gives a strangled sound that sound a bit like dry gagging.
Being a human is fucking fantastic.
He drops down to his knees eventually, but despite the humiliating position, he will find a way to make use of it. He wraps both his arms around Denmark's legs and yanks his feet from under him. ]
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For a moment he's too confused to do anything, and the gravity will come to his aid, as their combined weights slide off the tree and past it, carrying Denmark a bit away from him. It's an opening Norway won't let go wasted and he ends up grabbing Denmark's hair, as their positions are way too awkward to throw any punches. He brings up his knee, weaker than it would be usually, but he's feeling the side-effects of being a human and having air knocked out of him. ]
Bullshit? [ he croaks, quietly. ] Fuck you, Danmark.
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That this fight isn't really productive towards that doesn't matter here.
He tries to pull his head away from Norway's hand, one hand reaching up to try and push the fingers out of his hair while the other grabs fro Norway's collar as he gasps for air, for once unable to say anything.]
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He doesn't remember seeing Denmark angry like this for a long while. A long while. And while that is not necessarily a positive thing, it says something. Something that Norway will reflect upon later. Right now it just as everything else just pisses him off.
He tries to shove Denmark away by slamming his shoulder against Denmark's. ]
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He'll turn sideways to let Norway's shoulder slam into nothing, raising one knee at the same time with force to not only knock the air out of the other man but also keep his lower body where it is while the upper flies forward. He doesn't want Norway to stumble away from him, after all.]
Yeah, bullshit! Ya're not even saying half of the things that happen and just expect me ta magicall notice all of them, and then ya add another half in yer head of things that are not true at all, and then ya expect me ta aact according ta them. That's fucking bullshit, Nor, and ya should stop it!
[Pushing away responsibility, but he really doesn't see himself at fault for any part of this situation.]
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He's going to throw up.
No. Fuck no!
And yet, he just might.
But not right away. The bile tastes on his tongue, though, and he gives a strangled sound that sound a bit like dry gagging.
Being a human is fucking fantastic.
He drops down to his knees eventually, but despite the humiliating position, he will find a way to make use of it. He wraps both his arms around Denmark's legs and yanks his feet from under him. ]