Erik Oldenburg

Prince of Norway / / 23 / / Asshole

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“They let just about anyone into this place, don’t they? Shame you’re not in the stables with the animals like you belong.” 

@illyaromanov

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margoxvalois:

“ I could assume, however its not the same we you just literally spend the hole night traveling here”

“Good luck getting to sleep, then. And getting settled in. Perhaps you should do that instead of lying around complaining?”

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photoxflewis:

“How can one make a wrong move in the air?”

“If you don’t fall the way you’d like to, you could end up on your head, or with some broken bones, I’m guessing.”

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rosieoldenburg:

“Which girl are we speaking about now?” She asked and rose an eyebrow. “You or me?”

“We’re talking about the little baby who can’t seem to take a joke.”

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englishjewel:

Ronnie felt him stop but she did not stop for quite a few more steps. And then finally she stopped and looked back to him, her lips were wobbling and her already pale skin seemed to lighten even more. This was worst, she thought. Than ever going to war. At least there you knew what you were going into it but this she had no fucking idea.

She was listening to the birds, the sounds of the crowd when it fixed with his words and she looked up to him, her eyes wide like a deer in the woods coming to its end. So it was a rejection, and suddenly Ronnie didn’t feel like the future Queen of anything she felt like a common girl who had given her heart to the boy a class above her and was now telling her she would never be- 

Oh it was not a rejection? She blinked because was she hearing this correct?

She watched as he reached out and took her hands, and finally she looked up from her shoes back up the blue eyes of Norway’s prince. She was about to tell him to get on with all this because it was hell for her. But the moment he told her what he had to say, she was now starstruck and speechless, this whole time she took his nervousness for being afraid to tell her it wasn’t her and how not to piss off the future Queen of England.

She took a step closer and took her hand out of his to touch his cheek and then kiss his cheek before she pulled back and looked to him. “You could not have just said that ten minutes ago?” She asked softly. “I was truly plotting a war in my head. I thought you were going to tell me it wasn’t me and that you just used me.” Because who hadn’t heard the stories of him?

He wasn’t sure how to take her answer, whether it was a rejection that she didn’t seem to want to give or if it was just her genuine reaction of not seeing this coming. But he was hoping, and going for, the latter. 

“I could barely bring myself to say it now, after I let the scenario run through my mind thousands of times,” the Norwegian prince admitted. “Let alone ten minutes ago, right after arriving back home. I felt like I was choking on my words before they even had the opportunity to be heard.” A part of him hated how nervous she made him, because his confidence was always there. It was so like him to be egotistical. 

“You were plotting a war in your mind? That would’ve been one hell of a war, don’t you think so? What would be your cause? A broken heart?” Erik questioned as his brow arched up. “I’m afraid that won’t be happening anytime soon. Well, only if you agree, of course.”

He was pushing for an answer, a straight answer. He wanted to hear it from her, this wasn’t something he wished to pick up on through her body language. And still, the nervousness had yet to leave. 

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margoxvalois:

❝ i’m soooo EXHAUSTED. ❞ the french princess sighed dramatically, gracefully descending down on a couch in one of the parlours of the manor.

“Aren’t we all?” 

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photoxflewis:

“I’m not sure… its very high up here?” Lewis said and looked to his partner. “Just… jump?”

“That’s the point. To just jump. And maybe pray that on your way down you don’t make a wrong move.”

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rosieoldenburg:

“I think we both know Magnus is the favorite.”

“Yes, but that still doesn’t change the fact that she would’ve preferred another boy over a girl.” 

[spittletooth]

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I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

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dxuphindefrxnce:

Sylvestre’s plan for the night was to stay in bed and as far away from the candles as possible. The storm was nerve-wracking enough, but the thought of a bunch of young people with open flames just made everything worse. Curling himself into a ball, his eyes closed as he prepared to sleep before jumping up at the sound of the door slamming shut. “What…” His heart was pounding and Sylvestre was ready to yell at whoever had slammed the damn door before laying eyes on the prince who just entered. Everything stopped around him, unsure of how to great Erik; wanting to be happy about seeing him, but also feeling a bit awkward around the man. He watched as Erik walked over to his own bed, setting the candle down next to him. “We’re roommates.” He said once their eyes had met, awaiting the remark to his obvious statement.

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The storm didn’t affect Erik too much, in fact, it was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He thought of it this way, if he fought in the war, he had witnessed and been through much more than a damn storm. His eyebrows rose as he looked down to Sylvestre and his comment that he made. “Yes? And what are you trying to get at?” To say the least, Erik was a bit irritable at times, most of the time anyways. And he just didn’t understand his point, or why it mattered they were roommates. If Erik was so truthful, he would’ve rather been all alone and secluded. “Did you hit your head? Or did the storm scare you onto the floor?” 

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“Ironic, don’t you think so? We’re supposed to be safe, but here we are. In possible danger. Crazy shit happens in the dark.”

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Finally, here is my intro for Erik the Ass. 

Face claim: Toby Regbo Name: Erik Kristoffer Oldenburg, Prince of Norway Nickname(s): Erik the Ass (i h a d to include this?? w/o a doubt)

Age: Twenty-three Gender: Male Nationality: Norwegian Birthplace: Oslo, Norway Birthday: December 19 Star Sign: Sagittarius

Marital Status: Engaged to Victoria Windsor

⌲ Erik does not open up for the life of him, he really only opens up to a few people. (Ronnie, Rosie, Magnus for the most part.)

⌲ While he is an ass, he has a really big heart. But again, only for the few that he’ll open up to. He’ll defend them until his last breath, and he would go to the ends of the earth just for them. 

⌲ He had a ‘girlfriend’ before the war that he didn’t actually have any feelings for whatsoever. 

⌲ He basically begged his parents to fight in the war. At first, they sent him to training just to shut him up, but he actually did end up going into battle. While in battle, he was caught up too close to an explosion, and was stuck down, hitting his head. From there, he suffered from a concussion.

⌲ Ronnie was the one who treated him and helped him back to stability. And from there, he knew that she was the one which led to him breaking up with his girlfriend through a letter. 

⌲ He’s a bit egoistical, he loves his hair and his curls. So much. 

⌲ I do not have a connections page and I’m also too lazy to make one so, just hit me up for all the different connections with this asshole. 

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felipedestrada:

“We are unclear of it’s origin or it’s momentum, therefore we will never truly know if it will reach here or if it’s even close until it is here. A completely human reaction, for sure… It would be interesting to know what the long-term plan is though, would it not?”

“I’d like to see where the scientists are standing at right now. What progress they’ve made. Well, if they’ve made any at all for that matter.” The true pessimist in him was seeping through, his doubt in people who researched those types of things for a living.

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notcrownedjames:

“I swear to God if you don’t finish that bottle I am never hanging out with you again,” he laughed as he held onto his own bottle of rum, grinning at the prince. 

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"Are you doubting me?" Erik asked, his eyebrow risen as he brought the rim of the bottle down from his lips. "Maybe just for the sake of challenge, I'll down another one when this one is empty." It was a joke, of course, but it wasn't something he was totally opposed to. Not in the state that he was currently in, not when his bottle was close to being half empty. 

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englishjewel:

She was reduced to licking her lips, her lipstick and gloss more than likely being reduced to nothing. Why did she feel like he was going to break all ties with her? She didn’t know what she was expecting but her nerves where getting to the best of her. She nodded and laid her hand in his elbow, her hand still shaking for the future.

She couldn’t thing of anything to talk about, her nerves were so bad that she couldn’t even remember the books or things they talked about those months ago. She could only focus on the path they were on, and picking up her dress when needed.

She gulped finally and looked up to him, she just could not take it anymore. “Why did you send for me, your highness?” She whispered softly, her voice barely audible. “Don’t you think rejection would have been better in a letter? So you wouldn’t have to feel sorry for me.” And then her eyes were back on her feet kicking the pebble next to her shoe.

Erik stopped in his path when he heard her question. His eyes traveled up to hers, it seemed like he was doing soul searching. Had she not realized his own nerves? It wasn't much for him to notice that she seemed nervous, just as much as he did.

"A rejection? Well, while rejection would be easy through a letter, I would prefer to do it in person. I have some decency, princess Victoria," he said, glancing ahead of him. He didn't quite mean to make it sound like he was going to break off his ties with her, but it happened to come out and sound that way anyways.

"But that is not why I've sent for you," he quickly added in to redeem himself.

He turned to face her, reaching forward to take both of her hands into his own. He was sure she could feel his heart beating through his hands and fingertips. "It's quite the opposite, actually. You took care of me when I was injured, and we had conversations on end that I can't quite remember perfectly. But I do know that we got along well. Very well. And, well, I thought that maybe it could be us. Together against the hells of our world." 

He choked, and it didn't quite come out the way that he wanted it to. Hell, did it even make sense? Would she get his point? He had no clue, but he stayed quiet, waiting for her reaction or response.

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Talk to my muse!

…No really, that’s it. Talk to them. Ask them stuff. Make them blush. Make them cry. Make them question everything. I don’t care just say something to them. Go nuts.

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rosieoldenburg:

“And she has you as a disappointment - I mean son,” Rosie shot back. “If mother gets a grey it will be from you.”

“I’m afraid that I won’t be causing her any grey hairs. I just happen to be mother’s favorite,” Erik shrugged. “I remember her saying she was disappointed that she had a girl and a boy instead of two boys.”