Logan bares his teeth at the sight of Ivar, instinctive, remembering the thud of the axe into his chest. He forces himself to relax a little, enough to let the man talk to him.

It's strange, hearing the words and then hearing them translated. The language he speaks sounds almost familiar, accented a little like the way Logan remembers Loki and Thor talking.

"I said," he growls, "what the hell is goin' on?"