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“Mr. Fell, do I look like a gossip? Proper ladies don’t gossip, you know,” he bats his eyelashes at Ragnor. “Although, I must confess, whenever the gossip starts up, I have a tendency to lose myself within the pages of a book. Mayhaps that explains why I haven’t a clue?”

“You sort of do actually, most people I know look like ordinary people that turned out to love gossip, I’m fairly sure you would fit in that category as well.” Ragnor rolled his eyes and highly doubted there was any truth in that statement.

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“We could unless you’re scared of getting your ass kicked.” Ragnor smiled and took him inside the cottage. “I thought you might like this.” he lead his boyfriend into the library full of rare books and some old weapons from his father.

“Why you all always like to kiss my ass? Is it that dreadful to look at?” As Alec joked he followed, looking around. While vast and majestic, and surely waking his curiosity up, he wasn’t Jace. “Jace is the book and weapon fan. He would appreciate seeing this place a lot” He smiled squeezing his hand. “Was it like this when you were alive?”

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Ragnor bit back a comment on how he never managed to please Alec, feeling sort of stupid for not actually showing Alec something he would enjoy. "Most of the furnitures are new but the overall set up is rather similar. I used to study rune magoc with my mother once they discovered I was a warlock but my father insisted I was taught how to fight as well. Magic might not always cut it after all not to mention it exhaust you faster."

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Ragnor moved to sit next to Jace on the bed leaning against the headboard. “I love you, Jace, I love you so you so much more than I ever intened to love anyone again.” he sighed and reached for his husband’s hand. “It’s not dangerous nor magical, it has nothing to do with you.” He stared straight ahead not wanting to talk about any part of his past but knowing he had to.

“That necklace contains my two most valuable posessions. A Thor’s hammer pendant my father made when I was a kid and my ex wife’s wedding ring that I made. It’s my father’s birthday and I’m usually not in a good mood on his birthday or the anniversary of my ex wife’s murder. It’s really not you Jace, I should hate nephilim, I have good reasons to, but I don’t. I’ve been a high warlock, I’ve been teacher and I have been a lover to one other nephilim besides you.”

“You keep saying that but all I heard is you’re not my first wife.” Jace pointed in pain. “I’ve lived enough of not feeling special, Ragnor, people would always point out what I didn’t to be pointed out of me: my skill, my looks. I’m not special for those things, am I? And when we married I thought I was special for you.” He added. “But you keep not telling me about your past, you keep not sharing what you’ve lived with me. Sometimes it feels this marriage is just a delusion, something that you allowed me feel because either you didn’t want to hurt me or you… get entertained by me.”

Jace sighed relaxing his grip and his body against the mattress. “Your wife is important, your father too. But I’m tired of not feeling important enough, Ragnor.” He refused to look at him. “That necklace, I wasn’t going to break it, I wasn’t going to corrupt it by touch I was just going to look at it, to put it on you, I don’t know. But surely no do anything wrong with it. Yet, you reacted as if I was going to break it, or make it something … filthy. And if filthy is what you felt I was going to do, that’s what I tried to do.”

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"You are special. You are the first person I have been with in a very long time. That has got to count for something." Most immortals had a lot of lovers, understandably so considering their ages. But Ragnor could count his serious relationships on one hand and had very few meaningless connections. Yet it made it so much harder to talk about because every single one had left an imprint. Ragnor took off the necklace he was now wearing and placed it un Jace's hand.

"What do you want to know? About my past. I can't tell you all of it tonight, I can't handle reliving all of it tonight, I will tell you a few." He knew Jace deservered to know but it didn't make it any easier.

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“What I get from that is that you don’t desire me anymore.” Jace didn’t move. “You’ve started to see I’m not worth your time, sadly it’s happening after getting married.” He couldn’t, but he wanted to get dressed and live. Humiliated as he felt. “You probably doesn’t even love me anymore, since you keep having me on no touch that stuff point once again. An don’t tell me it was because it was dangerous. I’ve been with you enough to know when an object is magical or dangerous, and when it simply holds emotional value. To you.

I respect that you want or not want something. But it didn’t use to remain like that for too long before. Is it because I’m a Herondale? Is it because my grandmother was the one to send those men after you in the first place before I got the charges dropped? Or is it simply because nephilim are filthy and nor worth your time?” Hand gripped the sheets, showing pain and anger.

Ragnor moved to sit next to Jace on the bed leaning against the headboard. “I love you, Jace, I love you so you so much more than I ever intened to love anyone again.” he sighed and reached for his husband’s hand. “It’s not dangerous nor magical, it has nothing to do with you.” He stared straight ahead not wanting to talk about any part of his past but knowing he had to.

“That necklace contains my two most valuable posessions. A Thor’s hammer pendant my father made when I was a kid and my ex wife’s wedding ring that I made. It’s my father’s birthday and I’m usually not in a good mood on his birthday or the anniversary of my ex wife’s murder. It’s really not you Jace, I should hate nephilim, I have good reasons to, but I don’t. I’ve been a high warlock, I’ve been teacher and I have been a lover to one other nephilim besides you.”

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“Viking soldier?” He teased, holding his hand. “Does that mean we could spar together?” Alec stepped forward, squeezing Ragnor’s hand. “What is it that you want me to see?”

"We could unless you’re scared of getting your ass kicked.” Ragnor smiled and took him inside the cottage. “I thought you might like this.” he lead his boyfriend into the library full of rare books and some old weapons from his father.

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Jace gave up and stopped. resting against the bed and spreading his arms and legs to a star shape position. His cheek facing the window as he sighed in frustration. Defeated. Then he closed his eyes. Waiting for his erection to drop flat.

"Are you done?” Ragnor walked into the bedroom looking at his husband. “When I say I’m not in the mood your teasing is not going to help your case. I have my reasons for saying no and I thought you would understand and accept that.”

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“Where are we?” He asked, curiosity building upon the corners of his head. Alec didn’t know the exact position he was brought too and while he liked nature he wasn’t used to it much. “Where did you grow up exactly?”

After closing the portal he turned back to Alec. “Sweden, my parents were vikings.” He held out his hand for the nephilim. Ragnor never considered his demon father his parent at all, even if he was biologically. After all his parents had never hated him or sent him away, if anything they embraced his heritage and helped him become the warlock he now was.

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Say “Hi” first. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that if you want to talk to someone, talk to them. go out on a limb. Do not wait for them to talk to you first because, odds are, they’re waiting for the same thing.

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Jace moaned. “Ifo nly I could go deeper.” He teased at loud, voice broken by the high pitched whimper he released as he teased his prostate. “I love you!” He added, even if it tremble into the slow thrusts performed against the pillow and the finger inside of hm.

"if only you could quiet down so I can hear my own thoughts.” As much as he loved Jace he for once really was not in the mood to deal with sex, whether it was just listening to it or taking part in it.

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Alec pulled away slowly from the second time their lips met and left the lift. “A peck is just as good.” He winked, hands on his back as he turned around. “But if you want longer kisses, don’t ask for them in camera’ed places. I don’t want to be filmed and become the jerking material of some shadowhunter on the closet. Now, where are you taking me. After that dick measuring meeting, I really need a break.”

Ragnor left the institute with Alec so they could portal far away from New York. “I will keep that in mind next time.” he said befor creating a portal and holding his hands out for Alec. “The place where I grew up.” Though it was now mostly forest Ragnor had a cottage there that he visited regularly whenever he wanted to get away from the world. It was not too far from civilization yet far enough for it to be left alone.

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“They don’t care how important we may or may not be. We all know they only care when something threatens them as well. I suppose we just have to hope it continues getting better.”

"I suppose, but considering we give into Magnus how are we supposed to ever argue for our rights with nephilim? maybe we should have Magnus do it, after all maybe they have trouble saying no to him as well.”

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“I’m moaning.” He retorted, continuing what he was doing. Often biting his fist as he was quite good on himself. Even if most of it was the thought of Ragnor.

"It’s still not working.” Ragnor partly wanted to give in, but partly he wanted to get through this to prove to himself that Jace didn’t have that power over him.

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“I’ll be a portal away if I’m needed, right?” Alec asked, pushed Ragnor against the lift’s wall and kissing him as he asked first. Then patted his cheek after pulling away. “Leaving the country won’t be a problem. “

"Of course.” Ragnor said though he did hate the idea of possibly having to send Alec back for work. He smiled at Alec, looking at the doors “Now that’s a kiss.” he said, stealing another one before the doors opened.

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“Not when everyone keeps reminding me how hard, impossible or failed in the past it is.” Alec pointed, free hand on his pocket. “I don’t want you to leave, Ragnor. But you’ve already said the wrong thing twice in less than half an hour. Next you’re going to say is that my lips are poison and you don’t want to touch them. For all I know, I mean” Alec complained. “Take me there. But …. please, think twice. I’ve had enough today, I need a supporting boyfriend.”

"This is why I usually don’t speak much. I tend to say the wrong thing more often than the right.” Ragnor admitted as they left the institute. “I hope you don’t mind leaving the country for a few hours.“ Though Ragnor took pride in his heritage and though it was usually shown in the way he dressed and kept his hair he rarely spoke of it unless asked.

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