Viktor laughed at that and flicked his cigarette to the floor, crushing it out with his large boot. Glancing up at the Dane, he noticed all the big hair was pulled back in a braid. Afraid of getting his girly hair pulled? That got a small snort out of the punk. He wanted to see what the Dane could do. If he really was all mouth and no pants.
"You can go home to your Swedish cocksucking tart if you want. I know he'll kiss and make it all better for you."
He was goading the Dane, wondering if Rik would throw the first punch. That, or he'd bottle out and run away. Cracking his neck, Viktor readied himself for the other man who was a few inches shorter than him but much less built. Viktor was a brawler and prized himself on his strength.
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"You can go home to your Swedish cocksucking tart if you want. I know he'll kiss and make it all better for you."
He was goading the Dane, wondering if Rik would throw the first punch. That, or he'd bottle out and run away. Cracking his neck, Viktor readied himself for the other man who was a few inches shorter than him but much less built. Viktor was a brawler and prized himself on his strength.
"Are you going to hit me, princess?"