[Thor laughs, then briefly fears for his life. Ragnar can watch as his one eye seems to darken as he has a small, internal crisis before he lights up again.]
I think it's perfect. [He smiles, putting a hand on Ragnar's shoulder and squeezing.] I think we're dead.
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I think it's perfect. [He smiles, putting a hand on Ragnar's shoulder and squeezing.] I think we're dead.