Kol is little more than an observer of the conversation, he doesn't have a place in it and he's content simply seeing where it goes. There's an amused smirk at the first remark Sigurd makes to Ivar.

However, his amusement at the brotherly tiff is cut short when suddenly, aivar hurls an axe straight at Sigurd. He's stunned, and angry, only keeping himself in check because the commotion of two of the others rushing to his friend's side and carting him off to a tent to be looked at more closely.

Everyone else is busy muttering amongst themselves, distracted and unnoticing of the glare, accompanied by a show of his true face in Ivar's direction--eyes dangerously dark, like a warning sign, with too dark and prominent veins raised around the edges of his eyes. It's barely a flash, quick enough the younger Viking would likely question if he saw what he thought he had at all. And then Kol is on the heels of the others, stopping just outside the edge of the tent before he speaks.

"I don't have time to explain, but I can help." He just needs an invitation first. Bloody magic rules.