jaykore:

There was a moment, Tim saw it; a second of calm, of assessment, of calculation. It only existed in the span of a blink, lost to a wry smirk of acceptance. But it burned like a brand there, in the forefront of Tim’s mind – Jason, catching blood with his fingers, eyes like fire as he dissected the man in front of him.

Tim knew that Jason would win; he recognized a god when he saw one.

“If you came looking for a fight,” Jason said, temper burning, blood on his lips. “Congratulations. You’ve found yourself a war.”

Who wants to bet that Tim punched him.

I was feelin’ good and really hankering for some Viking!AU