Bobby's eyes widened as he saw the bleeding palms, the pupils more dilated than his own, the sweat stains and Ragnar's struggles to stand. This can't just be a psycho thing. There's something in his systems. Only way to explain why he's acting like someone from a DEA PSA he thought as he exhaled; as Ragnar threatened him he iced up again even if it may not have been necessary.
"This is another universe, Ragnar," he said slowly as he raised his hands. "Whatever Dark Gods you had back in your world are not here" he stated calmly as he could; the syllables came slightly faster than normal. "If you've been poisoned or drugged we need to get you to Hank, he's the doctor here."
He looks weakened but even if he is, he's got that huge chainsword. He can barely stand but I'm not gonna risk this he thought. "There's no cult here..." he said, and later he'd appreciate the irony of that. Well sure it used to sort of be a cult but they got better... Either way, he made a split-second choice and deployed his powers; he froze Ragnar's chainsword in thick ice but didn't freeze the grip. Or Ragnar, for that matter. "Please remain calm. We're just going to take you to the doc and see what's making you sick. Hank's my best friend going back over a decade. He won't hurt you." He paced closer and closer to the Space Wolf, with slow and deliberate footfalls.