Ragnar

What a strange ways his gods worked in. Ragnar had never thought to see someone he had slaughtered across countries with, taking away land, pillaging villages, growing his empire. It was surprising to turn and see the mountain of a man standing across from him, the fellow Viking seemingly to crouch down, to hide that height of his. He was The Mountain, Fjallið, is what they called him. Ragnar's own stature taller than most of his fellow men and women but... Erik Tolgan put him to shame. He had earned that name on the battlefield, had men pissing in their pants when they saw him walk onto those bloody plains. Ragnar was thankful to have a man in his wars, the battle was already won if the enemy feared them. A tactic the Viking King had exploited battle after battle.

When the poker chips bounce of his chest, Ragnar can't help but release a maddening laugh, pushing himself to a standing position and whirling, very nearly ready to send his security guard after him, until Erik's familiar face hovered over the crowd. The Viking shoves his hands into his pockets, watching as Erik straightens to his full height. His demand in their Norse tongue doesn't go unnoticed, the stranger quite literally bouncing off Erik's chest, only for his fellow Viking to grab hold of the man and spin him around. The shouts of the thief rise over the general noise of the casino, drawing several glances in their direction, just as Erik twists the man's arm behind his back. There's a shout of pain, the man bending over, trying to get away from Erik but he's held far too tightly.

Ragnar strolls closer, lazily, a wide grin adorning his features, edged with a madness that had never quite gone away after the wars. Coming to a stop a mere two feet away, Ragnar stares at the familiar face, tilting his head, "Tolgan," he greets, having to dig for the long lost name in his mind. "No need," he says, his glacier eyes glancing down at the man wincing in pain, "I swear to god I'm going to sue you!" he shouts, Ragnar merely staring at him in disgust, his nose wrinkling at the sight. Pulling a hand out of his pocket, he motions forward a security guard, two more trotting from the other side of the casino as they warily watch Erik, "Take him to the back room," Ragnar says, noticing the hesitation on his guards faces, "He won't bite... much," the Viking says, as they move forward and manage to pull the man from Erik's grip, cuffing him in the process, even as he thrashes, shouting obscenities. Sighing, Ragnar motions them to take him away, the man being dragged to the back of the casino where Ragnar had originally appeared.

The casino returned to normal after a few moments, Johnny gathering the poker chips from the ground and counting them, shutting the table down to regroup. The norseman ignores his dealer for a moment, turning his attention back to Erik, "Well, I'll be damned, I never thought I'd see your ugly mug again," Ragnar grins broadly, letting his American accent keep hold for the moment. Reaching a hand out, he clasps Eriks arm, bringing him in and patting him on the back. "Who would have thought that more than one Viking would have been turned into a monster," he muses before letting go and taking a step back. "I need to go deal with this situation, it shouldn't take me long," Ragnar says turning slightly to wave at a security camera near them, "Want to join me for a beer afterwards?" He asks, waiting for Derek to make an appearance.