[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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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. ]