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Njáll – 1,250 – Fury of Alecto

[njallxruneson]

erikxmiller​:

“And when you’re finished after a long day’s work I’ll have a feast waiting for you.” Erik promised, there was an obvious euphemism there that the wolf didn’t think he needed to explain. He thought of Tessa, Kit, Remzi, and the others. He suspected that this farm was not something he’d ever return to again, perhaps he’d leave it to one of them to watch over or make use of. “I’ve been waiting for this for some time,” Erik sighed, his forehead rolled across the creased plains of the other. “I love you, lets leave this place and the quarrels of these Greeks behind us.” 

-

“Better be a good fuckin’ feast,” Njáll grinned, his arms wrapped tightly around Erik’s waist. He pressed a kiss against the other’s mouth, humming now, “I don’t know why I haven’t sooner. There was too much happening, and now, I feel as if we are meant to be in Norway, far from here, and closer to our gods.” He put his palm against Erik’s cheek now, “I love you, vikingr. With my entire being,” he murmured, though that was as cheesy as he was planning on getting for the moment. “You haven’t finished your inspection.”

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erikxmiller​:

“I have your armband, that is enough for me.” Erik replied, he didn’t have the need for any ceremony to tell him that Njáll was his as the werewolf was the fury’s. There was much to the city that still felt unfinished, but Erik was old, and thinking he would live to see two-hundred and fifty was pushing it. Whatever days he had left he wished to spend with Njáll at his side, whether that was here, or in Norway, Erik already knew which he preferred. “The island has been calling you home for some time, I would be remiss not to join you.” Erik admitted, his fingers traced Njáll’s profile, he’d never had a hard time knowing what the man was thinking. “I say we answer her.”

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His armband was everything that made him who he was. It was as old as Njáll, with iron that had held up under careful care for hundreds of years. Giving it to Erik meant more than the wedding vows he had taken as a Viking centuries prior, and he knew the werewolf understood that. “I feel like I’ve been away too long, that when I get home, I won’t be sure what to even do. Maybe I’ll take up weapon making again. Or – maybe I’ll build us a long boat.” He’d built plenty throughout the years, his hands still calloused the same way they had been when he was human. He framed the other’s face with his hands, a smile tugging at his lips, “Then our home is in Lofoten. And we will answer the call of the old ways, and nothing shall ever wrest me from your side again.” For when Erik’s time on earth was finished, so would Njáll’s. He’d spoken to Alecto at his rebirth, and a promise was a promise. She would find another, and he would rest in Valhalla with the other half of his heart.

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erikxmiller​:

The wolf had no intention of stopping, his lips brushed the tender skin between Njáll’s hips where the flesh was thinnest and most sensitive, and calloused fingertips grazed their way along the hem of the fury’s shirt before Erik lifted it off and over him. Blue eyes made quick work of Njáll’s form, his hands touched at the fury’s collarbone lightly. “Or here.” He said playfully, punctuating this remark by brushing his lips against the spot where he’d just inspected. “Marriage?” Erik thought for a moment, “No, not really. I was married before. We both were. Is that something you want?” 

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Njáll put his hand on the other’s chin, tilting it so their gazes could meet, “I only asked because I would do it if that’s what you wanted,” he answered truthfully, though he wasn’t one to be swayed either way. “I was married once, yes, thanks for reminding me,” he teased, his skin burning with each press of Erik’s lips. Pulling the werewolf into an embrace, he kept their gazes locked, “I would do anything for you. And you asked me once if I would go back home, and I think we should. My time here is finished – there’s nothing I can do. And I want to live my life as I once did, with you by my side.” He had been fighting for twelve hundred years – the fury would hang his axe, but never stop fighting. “What do you say?”

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erikxmiller​:

“And now Hades and Persephone are at odds?” No great surprise if the story of their marriage was to be believed, though Erik knew that these Greeks with their great tale of telephone had a habit of twisting the truth to fit whatever narrative suited the era. By the time it reached modern ears there was a hundred different variations, likely each with only a kernel of truth. Njáll made his way towards the wolf and thoughtlessly his arms wound around the other as he pressed his face into the fury’s stomach. He groaned and breathed in the rich scent of the other, Erik was old, and now weathered from a night running amuck under the full moon. “If it is not one thing, it is another, no?” Erik mused as he looked up from his position to match blue eyes with blue, “I should check you for injuries, make sure you are recovered.” The wolf said simply as he thumbed at the hem of the other’s shirt and pressed his lips to the soft expanse of skin stretched over the other’s hip. “No wound here.”

-

Njáll forgot about his stint in the Underworld, thanks to Erik’s touch, at least. The fury gave a wry smile, his hands coming up to thread through Erik’s hair. Gripping it tightly, he smirked, “I think you should keep checking. Might miss somethin’ if you don’t do a thorough look.” He was already behind, considering Erik was still basically naked. He wished he could find the right words to say, but he also knew that Erik had never expected them from someone like Njáll. He’d already given him his arm band, the one he’d had since he had been gifted it by his own father. “Is marriage something you want?”

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“I was in the Underworld with another fury a while ago.” Njáll had found Freya back at her farm, walking up behind her and pressing a brief touch to her forearm in greeting. The fury was tired, but what could he say? There were people at work behind the scenes, no matter the structure of the veil. He’d only been to Valhalla because of Freya, and led to it by her. “Hades – I saw the judges, but the palace was empty. Would there ever be a reason for that?”

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erikxmiller​:

“The place or the person?” Erik mused lightly, though he always got a bit confused with the Greeks and all their legends, media didn’t help. He wasn’t sure if their Underworld was called Hades or if Hades was the king of the place. Definitely had blue fire for hair. “Why would you do that - ? Isn’t that, I don’t know,” Erik shrugged, “dangerous?” Njáll just needed to go to the Underworld to recover, why he’d wanna go poking around down there was beyond him. Still, he’d bite. “his shades. You mean spirits? Souls in the Underworld are disappearing?”

-

“The Underworld, drengr, is Hades’ domain.” Njáll gave a small smile, though he made his way back to the werewolf sooner than he thought he would. It was hard to think straight when Erik was sitting there like that. “Perhaps, I’m not really sure. But I vaguely remember hearing about Odin and Freya – they don’t get along and everyone is fucked for days.” He leaned down and over the sitting werewolf now, hands on either side of the chair he sat in, “It is dangerous, but you know nothing scares me. Besides, I was beat to hell a little bit, decided it would be a good chance to catch up on some rest. Hang with Alecto, gossip...” Now he was just being dramatic, and leaned forward to capture Erik’s lips in a kiss. “I think you came back just in time.”

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tessahagcn​:

“Erik says a lot of things, evidently.” Still, those are far from the worst qualifiers Tessa has been called before. And it’s usually done with much more aggression. But a delve into her past is an uncomfortable prick in her side, even when she wonders if he might already know, anyways. “Ran away from my home when I was young. Ended up heading up the North coast to get some distance.” But not so much distance as to leave the country. Tessa had never quite been brave enough to do that on her own, for all her bravado. “Didn’t end up near Lofoten until after I had been bitten, though.”

-

Maybe it was his ability to never trust anyone that made him curious for more answers. Sometimes he worried that Erik was too trusting; the man was a warrior, but he was far kinder than Njáll had ever been in his entire life. “Where are you from?” He asked curiously, crossing his arms over his chest now. “I haven’t been back to Lofoten in a few years. I’ve lost track of any wolves that have ventured up there.”

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erikxmiller​:

Erik fell back onto the porch swing as he watched Njáll saunter down the steps, blue eyes tracing the smooth rippling lines of the fury’s body as they strained through the fabric of his clothes. The wolf tried to keep his attention focused on the present, what Njáll was saying to him and asking about but he was having a hard time. Literally and figuratively. “Nobody died,” Erik mused, “for some of these pups that’s progress.”

-

Njáll grinned as he looked over his shoulder, “So it wasn’t eventful?” He’d tried to keep his distance, since he knew that if he’d stayed close, they’d have just stopped talking altogether. That was going to happen in a few moments anyway, but the fury wanted to push the wolf anyway. He waited for a few more seconds, “I was in the Underworld a few days ago. I made my way towards Hades, but most of his shades were...gone.”

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erikxmiller​:

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The morning after a full moon was always rough, sore, tired, and somewhere on the grounds of his property, Erik awoke to the harsh light of morning as it streamed through the trees overhead. He remembered the night vividly, running with the other wolves - and watching over the latest members of the pack. It was just one night, but it was one that he’d spent staring at the full moon and waiting for it to pass so he could return home to the fury that was waiting for him. “Morning.” Erik mused as he sauntered from the woods to the back porch, bits of nature were the only things that on his skin, but the wolf was never much for shame. He pressed his lips to the other, hard and firm as the beast still ebbed its way from his system. “Someone woke up before I did.”

-

Njáll slipped the arm ring back onto Erik’s arm, something he held onto every time the werewolf left their home to be with the pack. He grinned into the kiss, biting back until he had Erik pressed against the beam that held up the porch. “I did. And I figured you’d be home soon enough.” He released the werewolf, taking a step away before he grinned, “Looks like I just woke someone else up, too.” The fury made his way down the steps now, out into the sunlight, “Did you have a nice time?”

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tessahagcn​:

She figured she would see him sooner or later, this Njáll person. Particularly since it is his home in which she currently sleeps. Erik spoke of him often, of the affection between the two of them, how important of a role he fills in the other werewolf’s life. It’s for that reason alone that Tessa wants to make an effort, to make him like her. She doesn’t want to be a disappointment to the only person who had ever truly given her a fair chance. “That’s me,” she says, leaning back against the counter. “Which makes you Njáll, I’d imagine.” A fury, though to be honest, she’s still not quite sure what exactly that entails. “Maybe so. Does it make it better or worse if I can’t remember most of them?”

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Njáll ran a hand through his hair, and he knew his ability to read the transgressions of others was mildly annoying, but he couldn’t help it. He’d try, for Erik’s sake, to learn more about Tessa and her story. “Not really, but I don’t think it makes a difference. You’ve seen death, and you’ve persevered. But – I shouldn’t have brought it up. Erik says it’s a bad habit.” He gave a small smile, “He says that you’re...headstrong, and smart. So I just wanted to know more about you. Where you came from – how it is you ended up so close to Lofoten.”

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erikxmiller​:

“One of us has to have a heart.” Erik breezed, his lips made their way to the tender crook of Njáll‘s collarbone. He felt alive again for the first time in months, coming back from the grave was a hard adjustment for anyone, but being back in Corinth again had renewed his sense of purpose. The Argos was where he belonged, it was obvious that they were lost without him. “Oh no - ?” Erik questioned, “Then you must have been swapped out while I was gone. Who are you and what have you done to the man I love. Hm?” The wolf pressed low words against surprisingly tender skin, whispering lowly and nipping at the fury as he did. 

-

Njáll grinned crookedly, though he knew Erik was right. His nature made him have little time or mercy for individuals who deserved it, so he relied on the werewolf to be his softer side. He hummed, his fingers threading through Erik’s hair as he gripped the other tighter. He pulled the wolf’s head back, meeting his gaze, “Enough talking. I want to make you hoarse.” 

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sofiamcrales​:

     Sofia peered around the corner to take a look after Njáll did, but the fury had to admit she did not mind the news that they should leave. All of this felt wrong, in many different ways, and she would rather go back to the land of the living before someone decided to chain her down here. “Let’s go,” she agreed with a bit more eagerness than planned, turning on her heel to first bring some more distance between them and the kings. “I can think of several people interested in these news. And we have to warn the other furies. They need to know.”

“This is why we’re going to divide and conquer. You let the others know, I’ll go to someone who’ll have a stake in it no matter what.” He put his hand on Sofia’s shoulder, plane shifting them back to Corinth Bay. The darkened streets were only lit by a few street lamps, it looked to be around twilight. “Stay safe, Sofia. And if you need anything, you let me know.”

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Njáll had seen Erik’s daughter in Valhalla, and he could see the striking resemblance that this Tessa held. The fury could read her somewhat; the aura of accidental death that surrounded her. Deeds that would not warrant his justice, but still ones that the werewolf clearly held. She was staying in their home in Greece, so he figured speaking to her would be, well, easy if he wasn’t an absolute grump of a viking. “Tessa, isn’t it?” He approached the werewolf, looking her over for a second. “You carry a lot of death on your shoulders for someone so young.”

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erikxmiller​:

“I must have been insufferable if you are calling me grumpy.” Erik pointed out, the fury wasn’t exactly known for having a sunny demeanor, but the old wolf knew how he’d been like when he left. It was why leaving was the only true option for him at the time. “It’s just until he’s on his feet.” Erik clarified, “Besides, I was hoping we’d give him good enough incentive to want to manage that on his own.” The wolf teased, probably incapable of being anything but noisy where Njáll was concerned. 

-

“Not my fault you’ve turned this into a charity home,” he gave a wry smile, his hand idly tracing patterns into the other’s bicep. “I’m never grumpy,” Njáll rose an eyebrow, though he couldn’t exactly say that with a straight face. It felt nice to speak the language of his people, the Old Norse flowing easily from his lips. Hearing it in Erik’s voice only solidified how much he needed his partner with him at all times. He’d already given him his arm ring, and to Njáll, that was the largest form of commitment he could ever offer outside of marriage. “Hmm. Well, I guess your loud mouth is incentive enough. I’ll meet this Tessa, too, and see what exactly I’m getting myself into with all of your adoptions.”

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sofiamcrales​:

     “This is such a bad idea,” Sofia mumbled, though she spoke the words more to herself than to him. It was too late to go back now anyway, and she wasn’t one to skip out on a bad idea either. With her hand on her dagger, she followed Njáll with quiet movements, before glancing over at him with arched brows. “Why would I ever have gone this far before? There was no need. This was all sort of off limits.” Sofia had only been down here to train and recover, not to search through empty palaces. “I heard of them before. You think they’re gone too? Like the rest of them?”

Njáll huffed, “Guess there’s one way to find out.” He moved forward, taking a deep breath before he peered around the corner. The kings of trial sat upon their gilded thrones, and that was all the Norseman needed to see before he was turning back towards Sofia. Take a look. They’re there. But my guess is just for the souls of the dead. But we should leave. This has been real fun. Tartarus isn’t shut, and now Hades is – well, fuck knows. Not my pantheon. But I think I know someone who’ll be interested in knowing that Hades might be having a tiff with Persephone. Freya and Odin go at it like nobody’s business – said to clear the halls of Asgard, like this.”

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erikxmiller​:

“We had the same thought.” Erik mused, “But alas you stayed here and left me to my own devices.” The wolf sighed, he was just grateful he had not returned to Corinth to find someone else in bed with the fury. That would have been a bloodbath, not for Njáll but for whomever was stupid enough to sleep with the wolf’s partner. “A wolf, goes by Kit. He’s still figuring things out, bit lost.” Erik seemed to be a magnet for the lost, but he could not help but want to help them. “He works hard though, I’m letting him live in the attic.”

-

“I thought some peace and quiet would help you,” Njáll grinned, tapping Erik’s cheek with his finger, “You know, help you not be as grumpy.” The fury wasn’t sure when the home had turned into a place for all those who were hungry and lost, but he found no use in arguing with Erik. Shaking his head, he laughed, “Right. Well, the more people we have in this house, the quieter you’ll need to be in bed – unless you want them to hear you all hours of the night.”

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sofiamcrales​:

     Sofia didn‘t like the crawling feeling all over her skin as they made their way to Hades‘ palace. The Underworld itself was not her favorite place to be, she preferred the ocean and the sun. Here everything seemed wrong. Her hand was on her knife at all times, as if she could defend herself with it down here. Her brows furrowed and she shook her head. “Never heard that‘s a thing he does.” She cast a questioning glance in Njáll‘s direction. “That‘s not good, is it?”

“No, I would probably guess that it isn’t.” Njáll stood there for a few more moments, pulling out his blade before he jumped down onto the wall of the palace. If anything happened, he’d grab onto Sofia and plane shift them back to Midgard. “The forecourt is beyond this wall. Where Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus sit in judgement. Have you ever been this far?” The old kings of the past were far from special to the Norseman, but he knew what it meant to the Greeks.