He chuckled lowly as he watched the boy fly forward, adrenaline pumped through his Finnish veins as he rolled his own shoulders only to have one clipped by the boys teeth, bashing into him with a rough shoulder. As he went past Thorvald felt himself lose balance and sway off to the side, staggering on his feet to whirl around and face the boy.

He then took himself and barreled himself forward, flinging his body and aiming to literally slam into Asgeir with all his might. His hope was to sprawl the boy out flat on his stomach.

The whole time his eyebrows were lowered over narrowed eyes that glinted with the pleasure of a challenge. He felt his chest swell with warmth as he smirked, that smile handsome and dangerous.