BARN / ETERNAL*

sel. canon divergent. vikings multi sideblog.

[nihtweard]

Flying home for Christmas

Fjor had been out of town for a business meeting. Ever since Vidar had fallen, he had taken it upon himself to clear the Jutul name, doing a lot of projects that involved green energy and the environment. He’d gone to a two-day meeting across the country, somewhere up in Scotland, although he would usually take Váli, because it was so close to Christmas, they had decided that Vali would meet him on the airport so they could fly back to Norway.

The moment he stepped into the hall of arrivals, he felt the presence of his lover. It was easy, and strange, how they felt one another. It was more instinct than anyone else, the ancientness of their bones recognizing kin and kindred, lover and beloved, and it was a pull that he found hard to resist. Nevertheless, he had to go through customs, first, because he too was just a normal English citizen according to the law, and relatively few cared that he was actually a giant as old as earth itself.

He smiled at the customs employee, wondering if this man would work Christmas and be without a family, wondering if this man had a family to go home to, and longing for his own husband to…

“I thought I heard you coming.”

Vali’s voice was soft and inviting, and as always, Fjor reacted to it instantly, employee forgotten as he whirled around, only taking enough time to snatch his passport back, bags already forfeit at an earlier station.

His husband stood there, cane in his hand, leaning on it casually enough, but Fjor knew him well, and he saw that he, too, longed for their very first touch, and the way they could embrace one another. So he didn’t hesitate, taking long strides forward, feeling glad that he could now carry himself in a more adult manner as opposed to how he had been in Odda. Vali’s adult form, too, was breath taking, and Fjor wrapped his arms around the man, his lover, his life, so well known, so familiar, and yet a breath of fresh air.

He pressed his nose into Vali’s neck to catch his scent.

“There you are,” he breathed softly, his voice soft enough to be meant for his husband’s ears only, “I am never going out of town without you again.”

[eyungr]

.｡･ﾟﾟ･      @nihtweard​ asked one of the three:                               *Fjor slides into ask*

     you   𝐂 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄   here more often, pretty boy ?

[ohhbunny]

francis abernathy

[eyungr]

gallcglaigh·:

The more she pouted, the more fun he had, and he would always remain a jokester. Her father might have been a trickster, but Gallowglass was way too much into pranks and he showed off with them, too. He knew she loved it, too, in a sense, seeing that she tended to tell him off whenever he did something she really did not appreciate.

“A cruise indeed,” he grinned, “tah-dah! It’s a brand new boat, supposed to be unsinkable - actually unsinkable, this time, not like the Titanic, man, what a fiasco. Anyway, luxury aplenty and a whole hut and room for ourselves, what do you think?”

Despite the fact he loved surprising her she always saw some unease when he waited whether she enjoyed the ordeal or not.

     Tricksters, she could not get around them no matter how much she tried. Thankfully he was far from being as bad as her father   &   he truly meant well, she could see it in the back of his eyes every time he would look at her with such a hopeful look.

     ❝  Luxury aplenty ? You want to spoil me, mr. Gallowglass ?   ❞     Of course she enjoyed it. He was a wanderer, always had been. She enjoyed seeing the world and travel places- even though she had seen most of them plenty of times before.

     She snaked her arm through his, offering him a cheeky, yet bright smile. They had not yet spend time out on sea like that together before, even though the sea was in their blood, their past.     ❝  Where are we going ?   ❞

[eyungr]

@gallcglaigh​

"It is a surprise," he said, laughter colouring his voice. Oh, he was so different from the other men she had met in the past, the ones that had wanted to stand above her and dominate her. He was not like that. Eric, most of all, wanted to make her laugh, and whether that was by relentless teasing or by bringing her gifts and surprises, he didn't care.

Right now he was pushing her along, the blindfold over her eyes secured tightly. They had been together for over thirty-five years, the second world war had just ended, and the people dared to breathe again.

She could feel an ocean breeze, the call of the waves.

The blindfold came loose and when the darkness disappeared, she saw they were in the harbour. Gulls were screeching overhead and a large ship laid anchored in front of them, people waiting to board as, far away, the horn of another ship called into the early morning.

      Surprises, just like her own mother Angrboða wasn’t perhaps the biggest fan of them. Nonetheless, she had learned that a few pouts would definitely not do anything to change Gallowglass’ mind. In fact, it only seemed to fuel him, and that fuelled grin was the last thing she saw before he had put the blindfold over her eyes. A few teasing remarks had not done anything either, so she had given in and stepped on the back of his bike. Truly something outrageous for a woman to do in the 50s.

     ❝   A cruise ?   ❞     Her eyes had to adjust to the light again, and Angie blinked once, twice before looking up to Gallowglass standing behind her, that knowing grin still plastered on his lips. Whether it was a cruise or not, it was certainly something she had not expected from him. Yes, he loved the sea, and travelling by boat was something they both had grown up doing. It was not something she had done often in the past few decades, however.

     ❝   Or is this one of your family’s ?   ❞

[eyungr]

nihtweard·:

       “I have killed before, yes, but I am not planning on doing it now,” he said, amused, as his car followed the winding road up, up, up the mountain. The sights were stunning to him, as always, but the sight of Vali was more so, and he had to admit that he was glad he knew this road by heart so that he could steal the occasional glance at the white-haired boy - man, whatever.

    “Different times, older times,” he mused, “the last time I held someone’s heart in my hands was well before the first travellers moved to Edda. It was well before the factory stood here. So do not worry, these modern times are ill-suited for murder.

      The cold breeze fled through the window, and he inhaled the sharp mountain air. He was knew, Fjor knew that.

     Older times. Time was a strange thing. Váli had always been able to feel the change around him, but hundred years sometimes felt not longer than ten. A curse, nor a blessing. Sometimes he truly missed certain things about the past, but he had also learned to accept it and simply adapt to everything as far as it was truly necessary.

     ❝   Held someone’s heart in your hands ?   ❞     Not exactly what he had expected, but alas. His father was an odd creature, but as far as Váli was aware he had never actually eaten someone. Not that his mother would allow something like that.

     ❝   They probably are. I’m sure you do not want your pretty face somewhere on the news where they accuse you of some brutal murder.   ❞     Or social media, for that matter. He knew he and his sister had to be careful with that one as well. The internet would remember a lot of things, and being suspicious was something they all wanted to avoid.

[eyungr]

nihtweard·:

     He knew Rán would have noticed them by now, but he did not care. Taking the white-haired man to his car, he slid a CD into the slot, the low tones of the old language drifting through the vehicle as he got off the parking lot. He hummed at the questions, for a moment just enjoying the way in which Váli folded his long limbs to get comfortable.

        “The mountains,” he said, “and no, there is no need to be scared. Had I wanted to hurt you, I am strong enough to do it in the parking lot without anyone being any the wiser. Also, I would not have chat you up. I prefer a swift death over a merciless one.

         Váli coild hear the grin in his words.

     ❝   It is quite easy to harm the blind guy, if you would have wanted.   ❞    Others had tried, although surprisingly had not survived or lived to tell the tale. Váli was no fighter, never had been. He was a strategist, his mind his most prized possession. In old times had had made sure many kings and earls would have victory- and not only on the fields of battle.

     He continued to hum softly, slender fingers finding the button of the window just to open it a little. He liked the cold air against his skin, and breathing in the fresh air. His family had moved to Edda not a long time ago. A new place, not one he was familiar with, but his mother had seemed to like the idea of living here.

     ❝   So, I take it you have killed before ? I wonder how long that has been. In different times, perhaps ?  ❞

[eyungr]

nihtweard·:

       It was strange to behave like this in his young body. His limbs were gangly and still unlike the strong ones he had grown accustomed to over his many years. He envied Vidar, usually, who was now allowed to roam as an adult while in his mind he was still childish as Hel.

However, he didn’t mind being here, like this, not when it had brought him here. Of his family, he had always been the more progressive one, but he did believe in faith, in the Norns, in the path they had woven for him.

He saw that path, now, clear as day.

     “We should leave here, there will be prying eyes soon enought,” he hand touching his and he was steering Váli to his car, he wanted him to come, to… to take him to the mountains, into nature, to feel free from the world.

     Prying eyes. Váli knew the feeling of having those on him. People watched, and by now he had grown used to it. He was different, looked different, something that actually had nothing to do with the blood in his veins. He had never cared, however. His eyes were a curse, yes, but he had learned how to live with it, and the older Midgaard got, the easier things became for him.

     ❝   So where are you taking me, mystery classmate ?   ❞    He grinned, making himself comfortable in the passenger seat, his white cane resting between his legs. That was perhaps something he hated about his condition, not being able to drive. Riding a horse was sadly just seen as a sport nowadays, not exactly a tool to get to school more easily.

     That said, it had been a while since he had last moved somewhere in a body this young to blend in.

     ❝   Should I get scared ?   ❞

[eyungr]

nihtweard·:

For a man that could see, Fjor was surprisingly into touch, and he didn’t stop, not even as the man tugged out his phone and spoke those words. They brought a grin to Fjor’s lips as he tugged out his own and sent a text off to Saxa. She would have questions. He would answer them later.

Home late.

He didn’t feel the need to apologise, either. He was a grown man, older than time known to most of mankind. The words that fell from Váli’s lips awoke yet another old feeling inside of him, a fire in his stomach that he found hard to douse, and perhaps did not want to.

“It seems we have both been keeping secrets,” no one was there, the hallway deserted, and Fjor had angled his head in such a manner than the old tongue was whispered into Váli’s ear, the scent of pine and snow close behind.

      His hand was lowered to his side after he hung up, his head rolling in his neck just to listen to Fjor speak. It was a strange sensation, hearing words spoken in the old tongue by someone other than his family. It was a language long forgotten, and although similar to old and perhaps even modern Icelandic, none still truly understood what was said.

     And perhaps for the best.

     ❝   Secrets ? I don’t think I have any secrets-    ❞    He hummed softly, grin still growing on his lips. He did not bother to lower his voice. Their surroundings were quiet, too quiet perhaps even. But it meant they were alone.

     ❝   I don’t think there is much to say either.    ❞     Although it was just an assumption, Váli was quite sure the other had felt exactly what he had. It made him wonder though, why hadn’t his father yet. Or had he felt it and simply had not bothered to inform his family ?

[eyungr]

nihtweard·:

      He had to admit that he enjoyed the other man’s attitude. It was easy to smile, despite him not seeing it, and before he knew it his fingertips had brushed the man’s skin, softly and with a spark that neither of them had ever felt before. It took Fjor aback, if only a little, but he retaliated quickly.

       “Unless you want to take your sister I think that calling her off would be beneficial, yes,” he smiled, and his fingers lingered, playing over Vali’s wrist. He knew lust, surely. He’d known it before, felt it for humans, but there was nothing quite like this pull.

         It made him long for the mountains and the grass against his back.

         “So do as you please, I imagine. If you have more exiting plans I am not here to stop you…” he traced a vein on the other man’s wrist, “and if you rather go with her I cannot say no.”

     So handsy, it almost made Váli laugh. He could feel the little hairs on his arm stand up as the tingling sensation was desperate to make its way into his chest. Odd, but pleasurable. Nothing he had felt before, despite having others like him in his family. A different meaning than he had initially given it.

     Without another word he fished his phone from his pocket, oddly skilled with the little device, even with his eyes looking like they were focussing elsewhere. Modern technology was something he had grown quite fond of. In fact, it made many different things a lot easier.

     ❝   As, pick me up later, will you ?   ❞    He spoke, ancient words rolling from his tongue before a grin shut his lips. It was a reaction he tried to get from the other. A confirmation, perhaps. After all, it was the first time in this long, sometimes dreadful life, he would meet someone so alike himself, yet different as well. He would always be the son of a human and a giant- a God. Always stuck between both worlds, none of them entirely his own.

     ❝   Tell mom I’ll be away for a few hours.   ❞     His father would know.

[eyungr]

nihtweard·:

    Like called to like, their bodies greeting one another as if they were old friends. Yes, Vali looked young, but Fjor could taste the electric crackle of his ancient skin on his tongue. He didn’t have to stand closer than this to sense the man underneath. The descendant, the….

       Son of the trickster.

Well, that might prove a problem. Nevertheless, Fjor was not deterred, not when he saw the curve of the corners of Vali’s mouth, not when his eyes focused on his long, slender fingers around the cane.

        Flokason.

        “I think we ought to get to know one another better, though,” he said, in a response to already knowing his name. “There is so much more than a name to you, I assume, and we could be so much more than mere classmates.”

    Was there more to his name ? There was, but he had stopped pondering over that a long time ago already. His half-brother, his namesake, it was him whom people remembered, him whose stories were known to those who still actually cared. He- he was no one, of no importance. No stories, no songs. Yet, he was Váli Flokason, and his ancestry was something known to this Fjor, it seemed.

     ❝   More than just classmates ? Sounds like you’re having some wild thoughts, Fjor Jutul.  ❞     The other’s name rolled from his tongue, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how it sounded when he spoke it out loud. Not entirely human, no. The other was hiding something beneath ageless skin.

     ❝  My sister will be here to pick me up shortly, but I take it you are suggesting something different ?   ❞     He liked a challenge, never shied away from one. Part of him yearned to have the other continue talking. After all, sound was everything to him.

     ❝  I could always call her not to bother-    ❞

[eyungr]

nihtweard·:

for @eyungr·

     “You are quite something, don’t you agree?” he asked Vali, that afternoon, when he met him outside the school. He knew that the blind boy’s sister stood waiting for him a little further along, but he didn’t care. He was Fjor Jutul, and if he wanted something he got it.

         Right now, it was Váli he wanted. The new boy, ny gutt, someone had called him. Fjor could think of better, other nicknames although they weren’t quite suitable in class, yet out here in private - why not? He had seen through the other man’s disguise immediately. Soul called to soul, like to called to like, and the ancient bones that Fjor held under his skin longed to lock into a touch with the likeminded.

         Jotun.

         There were days he missed his home, and the ice and the frost clinging to his skin, and he hated the clothes he was forced to wear and the classes he went through every other year, the things he knew, the falsehoods, the lies and the prophecies that he knew would never come to pass, but… there were also days he cherished the earth, and the humans, and his life.

          “I am Fjor.”

     He was, certainly. Not in the eyes of many, but Váli knew. He felt. One innocent touch had been more than enough for him to feel. Giant blood ran through his veins, and it reacted. He was not quite sure what it meant yet, but it had reacted. His father would know-

                           or he would find out now.

     ❝    You are the guy from my class, aren’t you ?   ❞     He forced himself to come to a halt, white cane resting in his hands. Ás would be waiting for him, somewhere, but so far he had not felt the annoying buzz of his phone in his pockets. She could wait   &   would probably understand. They needed to blend in, making friends was probably a good thing at this point.

     ❝   Váli Flokason- but you probably knew that already.   ❞     Head cocked to the side, unseeing eyes trying to locate the other boy. That boy, a sly grin curled the ends of Váli’s lips slightly. Interesting, surely. Jötnar- like him, his oldest sister, and his father. But how--  why ?

[eyungr]

     váli edit     2 / ?

[eyungr]

i will fight for my son Váli 5ever.

[eyungr]

theboatbuilderswife‌:

so uh,,    it’s mother’s day   &   helgs wonders where her babies at

Moooooooom <3

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ GREEN WING / 1.02 –– 1.03 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“Why do we go through this rigmarole every time?”

“I can’t possibly be seen with you.”

“I may be many things, but being indiscreet isn’t one of them.”

“I don’t know what any of these buttons do.”

“She’s my secret lover, the lady over there.”

“She’s the woman of your dreams.”

“How are you since I last saw you yesterday afternoon?”

“Hope they don’t take it as a sexual advance.”

“Being at the same eye level creates easy-flowing conversation.”

“This is the kind of behavior that they will not tolerate.”

“This kind of insubordination is precisely the reason you were overlooked for promotion.”

“You’re part of my anus.”

“You are like the unprofessional co-pilot that causes an airplane disaster because he has no real sense of his true position.”

“You’re the baby, I’m the placenta.”

“No bombing, no running, no petting, no diving, no inflatables.”

“Leave all swimming-related activities until later as this is an operating theater.”

“I think you should calm down, because I was only playing, my insecure little friend.”

“I’m not insecure. I’m very, very secure.”

“It hasn’t helped that half the building assumed I slept with the first man I saw.”

“That’s quite good for me because I haven’t had any in some time.”

“I could have easily been persuaded to have rough sex up against a wall, or any hard surface.”

“I’m just going to use it for a bit of juggling practice first.”

“I wondered if I could just pick your brains for a minute.”

“Sorry, is this not a convenient time?”

“Of course I know everything, that’s my job.”

“I’ve had some steamy sessions in my time.”

“If you’re about to claim sexual relations with them, I know you didn’t.”

“Women are like that, we bond easily.”

“No one is immune to my charm.”

“It’s where most evil wizards and witches have come from.”

“Have you been missing me?”

“You know how one boast leads to another.”

“You ensnared the legendary [name] on day one.”

“I think I know something I shouldn’t about you.”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“Any of that bollocks about what she did to me and how I really enjoyed it, all that anal penetration shit, you can take all that with a huge pinch of salt.”

“I only had some frankly rather weak stuff regarding your middle name.”

“I’ve got something of a delicate nature to discuss with you.”

“I want to make it clear that I do not agree with or support what I’m about to say.”

“She’s blowing up like a bloody balloon.”

“I thought she was having a nightmare.”

“Any nicknames I should know about?”

“He’s an extremely professional man and not, in fact, a reckless tit-end.”

“She’s a bit of a babe, this one.”

“That is why you’re no good at relationships.”

“I think it would be really helpful if we have her a proper name.”

“You do realize a man has died because of your email.”

“I’m not sure this is an appropriate moment.”

“You just can’t get me out of your head.”

“I won’t confuse you this time.”

“Despite signed confessions, some people still have the wrong idea.”

“Why bore me with all the details?”

“I’m not interested in your personal life.”

“I hope nobody gossips about me, because I’d hate to be the center of attention.”

“Keep your personal life personal.”

“It’s not just me you’ve treated despicably.”

“It now seems you’re a deranged madman.”

“I know you’ve had a dreadful day and that I’m partly responsible.”

“I think you know better than most that rumors aren’t always to be believed.”

“At times I have been cruel, I’ve lashed out, but it’s because I was hurt.”

“Is he the sort of doctor I should avoid?”

“He has a natural ability with women.”

“There’s something in him which makes him attractive.”

“She might not even exist.”

“Unless you’ve got something useful to say, don’t bother.”

“Where’s your sense of danger?”

“It might make me horny.”

“You should know better then, shouldn’t you?”

“Somebody might be about to die if I don’t find some cigarettes.”

“Will you be alright living there all by yourself?”

“A man’s actually said that to you?”

“Stand aside, please, information-technology boy.”

“It’s not all about a pretty-boy face around here.”

“Most people think of bouncing breasts.”

“You want to think a wee bit about personal hygiene, darling.”

“I want nicotine, then I’d like to meet a nice man and have a sexually-charged no-speaking affair.”

“You’ve got to be more exciting, a bit more spontaneous.”

“I was going to tell you but I haven’t found the right moment.”

“He must be quite something, the kind of man a woman can imagine spending her life with.”

“She got pregnant, then he dumped her.”

“Is there something wrong with your arm?”

“[Name] stabbed me.”

“The stress is getting bigger and bigger, snowballing into more stress.”

“It’s just a vicious circle of stress, and I want to be able to break it but I don’t know how to.”

“I think you have to be immensely clever to really get to grips with the fundamentals.”

“I think you’ll find me a reasonable woman.”

“It certainly did form you into a rude, arrogant, selfish bastard with no interest in anybody but yourself.”

“It looks like a two year old’s just gone mad.”

“Apparently, if you eat lots of pineapple it makes your sperm taste nice.”

“My life is just in shambles and it’s getting worse.”

“Pull yourself together you cretinous fuckwit.”

“What sort of man hides in other people’s coats, rocking and whining to themselves?”

“Unhook yourself and stop being so weak.”

“I’d rather lick my own armpit.”

“I’ll have whatever’s making her hostile.”

“Long day and it’s about to get worse.”

“A very thoughtful offer, but at the same time also quite disgusting.”

“I don’t want to scare you, but I’d feel terribly guilty if I didn’t try to warn you as a friend.”

“The snake has arisen from the basket and awaits your tender charm.”

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.｡･ﾟﾟ･      @bregthasaga​​ asked one of the three:                                “  i can never fight the feeling.  ” -- from Fjor

            𝙰   𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃   𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴     -fingers slowly dragging through Fjor’s hair. The other’s head in his lap, perhaps the best way he could spend a lazy Saturday night. There was no need for them to go anywhere else, no need to worry about the things happening around them. It was all very tranquil, in a way, although odd to think about. Money was no issue. It did not bring happiness, but it certainly made a lot of things easier.     ❝   There is nothing wrong with wanting to have some kind of purpose,   ❞     Váli hummed, his shoulders raised in a small shrug.     ❝   Ask mom, she could probably give you a whole essay about how she always tries to do something new whenever they move again. But if you want to do something, go for it, idiot-   ❞     Leaning forward his lips pressed gently against Fjor’s forehead.     ❝   I don’t mind picking up some language classes again either, always liked teaching.   ❞