...viking. Majority of them looked more like circles than people.
Tuffnut's eyes grew wide as they landed on his sister's stomach. The once flat surface now grazed out, unnoticeable beneath her usual sagging clothes. "What the fuck is this shit?" Ruffnut screamed at him, hand accusingly jabbing at her stomach. Her brother rolled his eyes. "Are you that retarded? You're pregnant!" He yelled, storming over to his sister's side. "What?" She bewilderedly replied, not sure what else to say. Tuffnut grabbed his sisters back, holding her in place, fist roughly punching down into her stomach. She fell to the floor, roughly coughing at the impact. "Hold still." He growled, spreading her legs, continuing to hold one open with his right hand. His fist roughly pushed up into her, deeper than he had ever been. Ruffnut screamed, doing her best to pull away, but to no avail. Her brother had been able to continue his fights with boys, but she herself had lost any practice since her twin and her had ceased talking.
Tuffnut's hand roughly grabbed at the small fetus that swam within its' mother. With a tug, he ripped it from it umbilical cord, bringing it into the world, dead. Ruffnut stared at his blood soaked hand, the small body clutched tightly in his fist. The rage in his face not departing as he stared at it. His hand moved to his mouth, and his sharp teeth tore apart the delicate frame. He swallowed it, giving a sigh of angry conte...