Who: Ioakeim and his mother
Where: Their home in Finland
What: Ioakeim reaches his limit.
Note: The dialogue in this scene would be in Finnish, not English, but I am too lazy to look up everything and translate so I'm just not going to. <3
It was the middle of the night and Ioakeim was still awake. He hardly slept these days, though, so that was nothing new. He was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge with the lights turned off. He was hungry, always hungry, but no matter what he found to eat, he knew it wouldn't go away. He hungered for something else completely and yet his appetite was lost.
Suddenly the light in the kitchen came on and he looked back over his shoulder to see his mother there. She frowned, looking him over. He was dressed only in boxers which did little to hide much of anything and she couldn't help but remark, "You look thin." Ioakeim gave her nothing but a shrug in response which only seemed to serve to infuriate her.
"Ioakeim," her voice was harsh. "When is the last time you've eaten?"
Retrieving a few items from the fridge and turning to the counter, he replied curtly, "I'm eating right now."
A brow arched sharply, her lips pursing tightly and eyes narrowing. "You know that is not how I mean." He shrugged and went about composing a sandwich, feeling her eyes burning into him but he didn't lift his gaze to meet her own. "This is because of that girl, isn't it?" She had seen the tattoo. She had heard him talk about her to his younger brothers and sisters. "It's happening again. You're letting yourself waste away because of some... some... halfbreed!"
Ikon could and had and would tolerate a lot of things, but that word set him off. "Don't you dare call her that!" This was perhaps the first time in known history that he had ever screamed at his mother like this, anger flooding through him as he practically jabbed his finger down her throat. "Point in fact, don't even fucking talk about her. You don't know her, you don't need to know her, so you can shut your fucking mouth."
His mother was flabbergasted. This was unexpected. She grew hot behind the ears, her face flushing. "Don't you talk to me like that in my house!" She reached a hand out to fling the items off the counter top so he could no longer use her to avoid looking at her. "As long as you are under my roof, you will treat me with the respect that I deserve!"
Ikon laughed curtly. "Deserve? Oh you think you deserve respect now? You deserve nothing! Not from me, not from anyone!" Approaching her quickly, the smaller woman backed up until she could back up no more, pinned between her angered son and the wall. "That halfbreed is twice the woman you have ever been or will ever be. And she loves me, a concept that a used up whore like yourself wouldn't understand."
By this time, the rest of the house was starting to stir. One of the younger ones came lumbering into the kitchen, sleepy eyed and with a frown upon his little lips. "Brother, is everything okay?" This was a snap back to reality, a sudden reminder of the reason why he had stayed here for so long already.
"Everything is fine, little man." Ioakeim offered him a weary smile. "Go back to sleep. It's a long time until morning still." He was silent until the boy had done as he was told.
"You will rot in the deepest and darkest circle of hell for what you've done to your daughters, my sisters, and to your sons," Ioakeim said in a soft but serious voice. He turned his gaze back on his mother once more. "At first light, we leave. And if you try to stop me, I will rip out your heart and let the dogs feast on it."
That said, Ikon turned to walk out of the room, leaving her alone. He had officially bitten off more than he could chew. But he could not, in good conscience, leave any of those children here with her.