Every single muscle in Dragnar's body tensed as he got ready to lunge at the pighead, evidently, this was the primordial who could shapeshift, Karl. I didn't know where to place this character at all, but now I understood why my mothers felt compassionate towards the giant barbarian.
I can't even begin to imagine the mental trauma I would suffer if a dude could perfectly replicate the physical form of one of my lovers and he pretended to be her for a while and we did this and that together. I felt sick in my stomach just thinking about it, to the point that I wasn't angry at the berserker for trying to kill and torture me. I surely would've done the same if our places were swapped.
"It was almost a million years ago now, how about we agree to make up and move on? You've beaten and tortured me to death so many times that I'm starting to get bored of it. By the way, who is this kid, oink?"
