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@fjordbjorgman
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I can’t afford to hate anyone, I don’t have that kind of time.
Akira Kurosawa (via wordsnquotes)
Finn was Andie’s best friend, her number one. Since the two had met, they’ve been an odd pair. He was… unique and some would describe him as nerdy - but expressive and passionate. Andie was more reserved, introverted - her brute strength her feeling like she was a little bit of an outsider among other students at AU, but Finn never made her feel that way. So, it was no shock that she would cross paths on occasion with his brother. When she would be visiting Arendelle during summer break or crashing at Finn’s place when they stayed up too late watching the Bachelor.
Since the ball was a beehive of girls tripping over their gowns, elderly politicians conversing about the king’s latest personal gossip and couples happily swaying on the ballroom floor, it was always comforting to run into a familiar face - so you wouldn’t feel like the odd man out. Approaching the punch bowl, Andie offered a little wave. “Hey, Fjord.” she greeted politely, making sure she wasn’t interrupting any conversations in progress before she did so. “How’s it going?”
After a beat, a thought came to Andie’s mind. “Oh if you see Finn can you let him know I have his inhaler, I have a feeling it’s better to have it and not need it considering he’s here with a hot date tonight.” She was obviously poking fun, and boasting her friend at the same time. “I bet him and Aria look really cute together.” she mused before shrugging her shoulders. She was happy her best friend put himself out there. “Did you bring anyone? Or am I not alone in my stag-dom?” @fjordbjorgman
Lingering by the punch bowl, Fjord found himself staring at the liquid within. Non-alcoholic. A silly choice since there was also an open bar. Of course there were some, especially among the ‘elderly elite’ who didn’t want to lose their inhibitions and therefore preferred the fruity concoction within the bowl. They were the guests with sticks so far up their ass, they couldn’t sit down. Fjord supposed he could understand why those older guests wouldn’t want to get even a buzz - there had to be so much pent up aggression and feelings hiding behind their royal visages. It would be a shame if someone were to accidentally dump a flask full of liquor into that bowl... and then promptly hand out glasses of punch to those regal adults and watch the chaos ensue... A real shame indeed.
Just as quickly as the thought came to him, it almost immediately dispersed when he’d heard his name and saw Andie Megalos walking over. “Shit,” Fjord cursed beneath his breath, screwing the lid of his flask and slipping it back into his coat. He cleared his throat and turned to face her with a maniacal looking grin. “Andie, yo, what’s cookin’ good lookin’?” As she asked him how he was doing, the boy shook his head and shrugged. “Oh great. Fantastic even. You know, just hanging out... enjoying some punch... Not planning to spike said punch and hand some of it to like the Queen or something cool like that.” He blew a raspberry and shook his head, “Just relaxing.”
At the mention of Finn, the youngest Bjorgman blinked. “Finn uses an inhaler? Huh the things you learn when you listen.” That wasn’t weird right? The fact he couldn’t remember if his brother needed an inhaler. “If I bump into him, I’ll let ‘me know for sure.” Reaching out to a waiter passing around food, Fjord snatched a fancy looking hors d'oeuvre, nodding along to her words. “Oh yeah, they look like two guppies in love,” he said as he popped the food into his mouth, instantly regretting it. Grasping a napkin to spit into, he grimaced at the girl. “Not good, definitely don’t try that.”
At the mention of going stag, Fjord shook his head, gulping down a cup of sugary sweet punch to get rid of the gross taste lingering on his tongue. “No, I brought two dates. I guess I forgot I’d asked them both. I’m trying to make sure they don’t bump into each other and find out because man, can you imagine how awkward that would be? Probably about as awkward as showing up in the same outfit. I needed a break from courting them both, though. It was getting a bit difficult, but then again I’m not very good at juggling. Each time I throw those balls up, they just end up landing on my face. It’s pretty bad.” He shrugged, tossing back some more punch. “How’s your night been going? Copacetic?”
ellegothel:
Elle may have been caught off guard at the offering of a champagne flute from seemingly out of nowhere, but she didn’t let that surprise last for long. With a gracious smile and a thrilled ‘thank you’, she took the flute into her hands, taking a small sip.
She was pretty sure that she and the male who had handed it to her had a class together. One of her music classes, to be precise. But she also wasn’t entirely sure. He had a familiar face, though, so she drank without hesitation. Somehow all of the champagne bearers had avoided her thus far in the evening. Shoutout to the Powers That Be for making sure she was well supplied anyway.
If she’d known what she was signing up for, though, maybe she would have declined.
“Spicy conversation?” Elle asked, panic setting in the more she thought of what she was expected to say. What did one consider to be a spicy thought? What if the spiciest thought she could come up with was only mild? Was the girl really even capable of a spicy thought? Probably. Deep down. But getting those spicy thoughts to come out seemed less likely. Especially at a ball, which her mother had always coached her to a) never attend but b) be the most ladylike at if she were to somehow be forced to go.
“Um. Spicy thought. Some of these music choices tonight are… terrible,” she tossed out, really not wanting to sound mean, but also realizing in that moment that it wasn’t untruthful. Well then. “Wow. That thought actually made it all the way out into the light of day.”
Fjord nodded at her, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, spicy, saucy, whatever adjective you wanna use.” He shrugged, “Anything really.” Observing her over the flute, Fjord couldn’t hide the amused grin tugging at his lips. She seemed to be unsure of how to proceed with the conversation, perhaps internally panicking over what to say. To be fair, it was a pretty odd way to strike up a conversation but then again it was Fjord asking - he was kind of odd at times. But he figured even the most mild mannered of ball attendees probably had something interesting to say about the going on’s - wasn’t there rumors of relationship drama at the least? Not that Fjord cared much for that, he would rather focus on anything but his peer’s love lives.
It looked like the nervous one was willing to deliver.
He had been mid-sip when she brought up the music, and Fjord nearly choked. Setting his own drink aside, the young man’s head bobbed enthusiastically in a nod, eyes wide with agreement. “Don’t even get me started on this garbage. I’m appalled, frankly. I mean, King Mitch is like the modern youth’s leader. He brings those isle kids here and spices things up - the least he could do is give these balls a much needed upgrade when it comes to the tunes! I’m pretty sure my grandma wouldn’t even be a fan of any of this. You know, if she was alive.” He shook his head, “The music’s been such a drag. I mean thank goodness the food is good, but, like, balls are all about the dancing and stuff. Let’s shake it up!” He thought for a moment before raising a brow at her, a mischievous look glinting in his eyes. “Do you think they’d be mad if we requested the Electric Slide or something? Can you imagine King Adam’s face if we traded the waltz for a line dance?”
As they spoke, Fjord couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side and eye the girl curiously. She looked familiar, but so did most people. Most of the younger people there were students at AU so likely they had crossed paths at school but he couldn’t place his finger on exactly where. Or maybe she was a groupie or someone he delivered food to frequently - he had many ways to encounter people but an attention span that was too small for him to recall their faces. “I know you. How do I know you? Are we in the same class? Or did we hook up once?” Fjord honestly couldn’t place her, but then again unless you were related... there was a big chance he forgot who you were within five minutes.
The dance floor was bustling, the ballroom teeming with elegantly dressed royals and excited citizens. Nothing quite rang in the holiday season like a fancy ball hosted by the royal family. To his dismay, Fjord was almost forced to attend. It was expected of the royals of Auradon to show up to these events whenever they popped up, and the youngest prince of Arendelle was no exception to the rule. Even if he didn’t appear to be the classical princely type, Fjord had always known that once the invitation to a ball showed up in the mail it was expected you turn up in your best formal wear and have a grand ol’ time. And sometimes you did - he thought the balls back in Arendelle were pretty fun, though that probably had to do with the sentient snow man walking around or the queen with ice powers if anything. Balls in Auradon were... a lot less interesting. Still, he made a valiant effort to do his best by appearing in a dusty pink velvet jacket and his favorite flamingo patterned bow tie, and he would try even harder to make sure the night wasn’t a total dud. If only the music for the evening didn’t already put a damper on his mood.
As the small orchestra droned on another waltz, Fjord silently wondered what it would take to get Ragnar Rock up there instead. With how young most of the royals were, it made a bit of sense to at least modernize the entertainment for the night. And given the front man of this band was just another one of the next generation of Auradon royalty, he couldn’t see why they shouldn’t be allowed to sing for the masses. Not to mention the kind of fee they could garnish for a royal event... that could set them up for a while. The more the thoughts came to him, the more convinced he was it wouldn’t work. Sure King Mitch was a cool dude but tradition was tradition and while the older royals with the firm sticks up their asses still attended these balls, there was no chance of a synth pop rock band taking center stage. So with that put out of his mind, Fjord focused on the next best thing at any royal shindig - the food. There was a serious lack of hot chocolate but damn the dessert spread was banging. Sauntering over, nabbing a flute of champagne on the way, he reached out for a cheesecake ball, popping it into his mouth. As he chewed, he noticed a familiar face just a few feet away. Balls were for socializing right? Managing to grab another flute from another wandering waiter, Fjord sidled up beside the other and offered them the drink. “So I had a fortune cookie last night that said, and I quote, ‘you will be invited to a social gathering with lots of spicy conversation,’” his tone portrayed a sense of seriousness when it came to this fortune, but he immediately melted into a devilish grin, “So let’s hear it - your spiciest thought of the night, please.”
( TEXT ↠ FAB )
RILEY: Definitely a concept.
RILEY: Also if I don't respond ever again it's because I clawed my eyes out after getting that image.
RILYE: ew, Fjord.
ALEENA: riley’s too pure for your shenanigans, fifi
ALEENA: besides, it wouldn’t be big enough
ALEENA: it’s a concept we can make a reality and surprise the parentals with come holiday break
FJORD: my bad my bad
FJORD: I’m always down to get inked so count me in my dudes
walking through the halls of the university, he was slowly taking his time. it wasn’t often that Julien found himself in the area for all of the music. the art section certainly but the music was in a separate hall. up until that night when he had to drop off a practice test for one of his tutees. it was something he wanted to savor. allowing his mind to map another area of the college’s architecture. while it wasn’t as grand as so many other places, it was certainly sprawling. his eyes always finding the joints and ways it interconnected. mostly out of habit but still completely out of love for it all.
whatever mental note he was going to make stopped abruptly when he caught sight of someone he knew walking down the hall with him. well, not totally with him. only a few feet in front of him but it was a figure he knew too well. he had a good number of cousins but he would know any and all of them in a crowd. smiling to himself, he walked a little quicker to catch him. but it was easy when it seemed to be that Fjord was meandering as it was. perhaps he was one of the cousins he didn’t have too many conversations with but still, he was family and the idea that he was in the university as late as it was, left him curious. “Fjord,” he said softly but loudly to get his attention. “i didn’t expect to see you at the university so late.” was added with a smile. @fjordbjorgman
Exiting last from one of the music rooms, Fjord made sure to flick off the lights and close the door behind him before he began the long trek from this side of campus to the dorms. He had been fortunate enough to have some professors that enjoyed his band, enough to let them borrow one of the empty classrooms periodically for rehearsals. With a gig coming up, the boys of Ragnar Rock were gearing up for another good show which meant plenty of late night practices wherever they could be allowed to jam. Clapping hands with his fellow bandmates, he waved them off before going in the opposite direction. Being the only one in the band to be attending AU, he was the only one heading to the dorms and he kind of liked it better that way. After the high of practice, he didn’t really want to hang out with the other guys. In fact, he found himself kind of hungry and suddenly the idea of heading over to Tiana’s for a late dinner was sounding like a better idea. His stomach rumbled in agreement, finalizing the plans.
Quietly walking down a relatively empty corridor, he had been none the wiser to the familiar person walking a little ways behind him. He was even about to put in his ear buds and be completely dead to the outside world until he had heard his name. Jumping a little, Fjord glanced over his shoulder in time to see one of his cousins falling into step beside him. “Well, well, well, if it ain’t one of the Fitzherberts in the flesh,” he laughed. It wasn’t uncommon to see his family roaming around campus - in fact, he was more uncommon to not spot someone from the “FAB” family here and there. It was just a little odd to see Julien of all people in this side of campus. “I didn’t even expect to be here this late, but I had a late band practice. Real question is what in the hell are you doing here? Do you take music classes? How do I not know this?” Of course it could do with the fact that Fjord was generally oblivious to everything going on around him, even within his own family.
He didn’t have any music classes. He honestly had no fucking reason to be in the music wing, but Alejandro had realized pretty quickly into going to Auradon that no one generally went into those hallways and they were a perfect shortcut to and from classes. Plus, on the off chance he didn’t want to deal with anyone, it was some nice peace and quiet. You know, aside from the sounds that escape the supposed sound proof rooms. Adjusting his bag on his shoulder, the boy could help but stop himself when he passed by a room and heard a melody he wasn’t particularly upset with. In fact, he kind of liked it. Looking into the room, he saw a guy in there strumming away on a guitar, clearly lost in his own world. It might be dumb, but Alejandro had always appreciated people’s ability to play musical instruments, the guitar especially. Opening the door to the room, he waited until the kid stopped playing to speak up. “Not bad. What are you playing?” @fjordbjorman
Seated in one of the empty rooms in the music wing of camps, Fjord was bent over a guitar and a notebook. The page before him was filled with his illegible chicken scratch, words and phrases filling up every margin of the page. Some areas were crossed out, some spots were circled with arrows directing around. Only he could decipher the page before him, the jumbled lyrics of a song in progress only understood by him. Fingers bent over the neck of the guitar, he held his pencil between his teeth, a small knobby thing littered with bite marks from how often he’d sat it there. As he plucked and strummed a brand new melody, he hummed along, his gaze following the winding path of his own lyrics. The song was a new one he’d promised his band before their next gig, something new they could present their audience. It had become harder to take time to work on music - between his job, classes aligned with his major, and Fjord’s general absentmindedness, he just wasn’t setting aside time for his craft. And this was one of the few times he felt uninterrupted. Dropping his pencil to scratch out another phrase on his page, he started the melody from the beginning, humming along again. He was so lost, he had missed it when the door opened, and had completely missed the presence of the other person in the room until he had finished and they spoke up. Glancing up, Fjord was taken by surprise but couldn’t help the beaming grin growing over his face. He hadn’t been sure about the song’s melody, and this confirmation was enough to boost his confidence. “Thanks, man. It’s an original, actually. Hopefully my band’s ‘next big single’.” He set his guitar aside a moment, nodding at the other. “You play?”
“Don’t you think us well past the age of being assigned partners? Do you truly have so little faith in that we’d be able to choose an appropriate partner on our own?” Amelia’s argument was met with a blank stare by the professor, who had heard enough of a certain princess’s complaints to last him for the remainder of his tenure. “Quite frankly, Miss Roux, I didn’t care too much about who your partner would be for the end-of-semester project, but now, well, I may just make it required that you stick with them. Work well with your partner, and I expect nothing less than perfection when you two turn it in. Now, have a good day.”
And truth be told, perhaps Amelia wouldn’t have minded half as much if she were assigned to work with someone who was competent, in any sense of the word, but the gods had decided it better to spite her and put in her path the one person better suited to be seen and not heard: Fjord Bjorman. See, she had been raised to act the part of a proper princess, ever courteous and polite to those that came her way (or as courteous and polite as she deemed they were worth) – but her patience had waned particularly thin since arriving back to Auradon, and Fjord had been all too ready to test just how much she could take. She had played nice enough with the youngest Bjorman when she dated Baron, but those two were history, which meant Amelia didn’t have any niceties to cling to when the frustration reared its head some weeks into their project.
When she found him sitting on his own at Belle’s, there was no bout of hesitation that kept her from marching right up to Fjord and taking the seat opposite him. “Hey, yeah, remember me? I’m your partner in a project that’s worth a quarter of our grade,” she started, the edge to her tone making it absolutely no secret that she was a second away from reaching across the table to throttle him. “Tell me: do you have any intention of actually helping me with it, or will you be too otherwise occupied messing around doing whatever it is you do and being the bane of my academic existence? Just wondering.”
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Seated at Belle’s, a half-eaten quiche and an already forgotten and cold cup of coffee before him, Fjord had seemed practically dead to the rest of the world. Even there, in the quiet of the hybrid bookstore-slash-coffee-shop, Fjord was completely oblivious to the goings on around him. And it was all because of the drawstring of his hoodie. Seated there with a foot on the table, the young man had his hood placed over his untamable mane and was thoroughly occupied by tugging the draw string back and forth through his sweatshirt, tightening his hood over his head in the process. To say he was a little stoned was perhaps an understatement - after a long day of classes there was nothing quite like a bit of an herbal pick me up. And boy had the boy’s mood spiked with every swish of the drawstring in his jacket.
He’d been so fascinated by the mechanics of the drawstring, he hadn’t noticed when the princess of Auradon came storming into the cafe. Frankly, he probably wouldn’t have noticed her if he were in the “right frame of mind”. Any thoughts he had ever had on Amelia were based around the fact that she had once dated his best friend. Thing is that was long over, and with how withering Fjord’s thoughts often were... It meant he basically forgot her existence. He hadn’t even made the connection when it was announced she would be his partner for an end of term project. Of course, school work hardly ever crossed his mind - not unless it interested him. And naturally this course was just another one of those generals that needed to be checked off the list. So when she had planted herself in the seat across from him and began talking, the male had only responded by blankly staring back, ceasing the back and forth tug of the drawstring to momentarily listen to the words coming out of her mouth.
Fjord understood them - the words coming out of her mouth. He understood them individually, but the more she spoke the more lost he became. Mostly because he was trying to place while she had looked familiar to him. He squinted his eyes past the thick curtain of bangs obstructing his view, realizing his hood had pushed his hair to cover his gaze. Tugging the hood off and barely fixing the tangled mess atop his head, Fjord stared at the princess a long moment. “Sorry, I wasn’t really listening. What are we talking about?”
👀+whats the relationship with your family like?
“From my point of view it’s all copacetic.”
( TEXT ↠ FAB )
ALEENA: we should all go get matching tattoos
ALEENA: that say fab
ALEENA: bc, yknow
ALEENA: it's on brand for the fab fam
FJORD: y’know I have been debating a scrotum tattoo. I guess this’ll be it.
Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.
No deleting questions, either!
👀 + if you could have any power, what would you want and why?
“I think I’d wanna be like Black Canary, just have that Canary Cry ya know? But like less ‘stun foes/damage shit’ and more just like totally awesome amplification that fuckin’ rocks. I think it’d bring my shows to a whole new level if I could literally blow down the house with my rocking falsetto.”
👀 + do you believe your cousin would be a good queen, or do you think there is someone better to suit the throne? you, perhaps?
“Leeny beans is literally the most badass motherfucker I know, she’s gonna be a fucking bomb queen ya hear? I mean obviously I’d be a really cool king, probably the coolest Auradon has ever seen, but we aren’t ready for that much epicness. So my cousin’s gonna do for now - and she’s gonna kill it.”
👀 + is there anyone in auradon university who's caught your eye?
“Caught my eye? Damn.. I didn’t even realize it ran off. Motherfucker.”
“In all seriousness, nah, not for like more than five seconds.”