[nihtweard]

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ [ SIG TO TOR ]

"Yes, I would like to know indeed," he hummed, studying his wife, leaning against the wall. Around them, the party was continuing and bustling, but she had chosen to tell him this, and as such she warranted his undivided attention, he thought. It was quite something.

"And why are you not, may I ask?"

He had that type of grin on his face that told her he loved it, the immense boyishness that she had fallen for, and that he had never lost. He was interested, he was adventurous, and now, he had only eyes for her.

"Did you forget?"

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  smut  /  nsfw  implied  sentence  starters  with  not  so  vulgar  language.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ make me. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ here’s my hotel room number. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you could never hurt me. ❜

[nihtweard]

for @nihtfrowan​ // Váli

"What do you think?" he said, studying himself in the mirror. He loved doing that, as much as Váli did not see, Fjor seemed obsessed with his mirror image at times. Perhaps, in an ever or never-changing body, that wasn't all too strange. There had been years he had been stationary and now, for the first time, he was once again considering altering.

But only if Váli would, too.

And that wasn't that easy, no - Váli himself did not have these powers, they would need to implore his father and, Fjor, as far as imploring father figures went, didn't have his hopes set on the fact Floki would actually hone their request. He did not care that Angie had told him, multiple times, that he would respect his son's happiness. Vidar had never respected Fjor's, either.

"Should I grow a beard?"

[nihtweard]

- everything below this point is archived

[evanbvckley]

HERMAN TØMMERAAS in RAGNAROK | Season 2, Episode 4.

[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.”

[nihtweard]

Little PSA that @nihtfrowan // @eyungr // @theboatbuilderswife // @bishopdescendant is the best person I have ever met, thank you very much.

[nihtweard]

eyungr​:

     ❝   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 ?  ❞

       "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.

[nihtweard]

eyungr​:

     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 ?   ❞

     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.

[nihtweard]

eyungr​:

      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 ?

       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.

[nihtweard]

eyungr·:

     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.

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.

[nihtweard]

eyungr·:

    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-    ❞

      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."

[nihtweard]

eyungr·:

     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 ?

    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."

[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."

[czdric]

[inconspicuously-me]

Take care.

Deadwind, 1x12

[nihtweard]

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞ [ Váli ]

answered for @nihtfrowan

The answer was a gentle touch, long fingers winding through the man's hair, which was shorter than it had been when he had looked like a teen, but just about long enough to tug. That tug came, too, followed by a caress, a brush of knuckles, and the feeling of cold metal - the ring he had worn since the day they had wed - against his cheek.

"Are you of a clingy variety tonight?"