Oskar Isak Söderberg

I joined a secret society and all I got was this t shirt.

[crimemeariver]

ottofoss​:​

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“you can tell me until you’re blue in the face that you’re not doing it, but we both know i can sucker you into it anyhow.” ottilie said this matter-of-factly, the smile on their face clearly amused as they gave oskar the stare down. they had taken a liking to him a few months prior, when he had been in town for a finances meeting that they’d sat in on to take notes. the dichotomy of their relationship seemed to help, and after just a few days of studying his patterns, ottilie had wiggled their way into the swede’s life, and it was clear they intended to keep being a pain in his side. 

“can’t a person just come say hi to their friend?” they huffed, though the feigned look of offense melted into a mischievous within seconds. “i finally get to have you in one place again and all you can do is doubt my intentions, and i think it’s rude.” without another word, otto hopped up onto oskar’s desk, crossing their long legs into a criss-cross pattern as they reached over to pinch his cheek. “c’mon, you big baby. you can go without your nap for one day so you can entertain me. i haven’t seen you in over a month and my palms are itching to get you to let loose.”

If anyone were to ask Oskar how he and Ottilie had become friends, he wouldn’t be able to answer. The two had plenty in common, but they also were complete opposites in so many ways. But, perhaps, that was wha made it work so well. They balanced each other out. Like now, when Oskar would prefer to bury himself in paperwork and loneliness, but the woman simply wouldn’t let him. She was good for him in ways he would certainly never admit out loud. “Unfortunately, you’re right. You use your little magic powers and somehow I always end up doing what you want. “ 

He was wiping the table clean from where his shoes had been on it when she hopped right onto the spot, looking up at her with a raised brow. “A person certainly can just come say hi to a friend, but you are not just any person, Otto. I know the scheming looking behind those eyes. “ he couldn’t help but chuckle a little, truly happy to be in the same room as his friend after some time. “You’re just lucky you’re my go-to American tour guide. So what exactly did you have in mind?”

[crimemeariver]

copelandpoynter​:

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working in the same sector meant that copeland was no stranger to oskar, though she’d never quite gotten the courage to start a conversation with him. they’d been on the same plane to new york, their seats just a few rows away from each other, and she’d had hours to think on it. chances were he didn’t even know she existed; copeland was just the lowly legal aide that kept to herself and did her job well, but there was something too enticing about being in a different country with the person you’d had a silent crush on for years. the only way copeland would know any of her theories was to test them, and perhaps that’s why her feet carried her so confidently to where she’d spotted oskar in arca grille, fingers tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear as she stopped next to the empty chair across from him, finger giving a lazy point. “is this seat taken?”

Oskar had never been all too fond of America. Truth be told, it confused him. Every time he’d ever been, he found himself growing increasingly overwhelmed and wishing he was back across the pond. Anywhere across the pond. So it shouldn’t have come to a shock that he had found the most secluded corner of the arca grille in which to take his meal. The meal in question, though, currently sat untouched at the end of the table, his focus completely on the laptop and several sheets of paper spread out across the surface in front of him, only broken by the sound of her voice. He looked up, immediately feeling warmth spread to his cheeks as he recognized the source of the question. “Uh, yes. Yes, of course!” he looked at the mess in front of him, hastily shuffling papers back into their respective folders “Sorry it’s such a mess. Let me just...” he finished, shoving the folders into his bag and closing his laptop. “Okay. Now she’s all yours. Copeland, right?”

[crimemeariver]

viking-arik​:

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{ @crimemeariver​​ // Club Verge }

    Waiting for his brother to arrive, Arik already housed two martinis at the club bar and was working on a clams casino appetizer. A few beautiful and handsome faces alike captured his attention—although only momentarily—as tonight was reserved solely for his blood kin. Checking his watch briefly he continued to wait and then eventually ordered another drink and one for his brother. Since they had different flights to New York City, they didn’t get to converse much beforehand. Most of the time had been spent with Arik meticulously packing and making arrangements for his property to be properly managed and taken care of in his absence.

    A few more minutes and he captured his brother’s silhouette out of the corner of his eye, as his tall frame moved toward him. Moving up from his seat he greeted him with an outstretched hug and words in their native tongue, “Så kul att se dig, bror!” He truly was elated to see him. With a couple firm pats to his brother’s back, he then allowed the embrace to part and took his seat again at the bar. “We can get a table if you like. I figured I’d wait here until you arrived.”

Both Arik and Oskar were busy men. Both being european captains of their respective divisions meant that, despite working in the same building in the same city, they didn’t always have time to see each other. So, the tall swede loved when he did get to catch up with his big brother, and now was no exception. Ironic, he thought, how it was happening in America, of all places. Running uncharacteristically late, Oskar rushed into the club, easily spotting his brother. After all, there weren’t all too many 6′4 swedes lurking around. He accepted the hug eagerly, patting Arik’s back “Kul att se dig också! How have you been?” he returned the greeting in their native language, always grateful when he got to speak it with others. 

He slid into the barstool next to him “This works just fine. Anyway, the barstools are probably the best seats to accommodate our leg length.” the younger man chuckled “Sorry I’m late, also. It seems every time I dare to leave the confines of my room, someone needs me to fix something. You’d think the collection of the best accountants in the world could figure something out on their own, but alas.”

[skarsgod]

[crimemeariver]

To Oskar, his office was a safe space. A refuge. He felt more comfortable there than in his own living quarters most of the time. All that was really needed to make the swede happy was his work and a door that locked tightly. Though, admittedly, he hardly needed to use the lock. Most people knew better than to even consider entering the captain’s office without a very generous knock. So, as he took his regularly scheduled lunch break siesta, he felt comfortable leaving his office door unlocked. 

That was, of course, until he was awakened by the sound of his door creaking open. There were only a tiny handful of people that had the balls to enter without warning. Based on the sound of their footsteps, it wasn’t hard for Oskar to deduce which one it was this time. “Whatever you have planned, I’m not doing it.” he said before removing the satin eye mask, kicking his feet off of the table and reaching forward to brush off the desk where they have been. “I can feel the need for mischief rolling of your body, and I’m not getting dragged into another one of your schemes, Ottilie. Also you know I take a fifteen minute nap every day at 12:30 sharp.”

@ottofoss​

[vampirecorleone]

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