#fjor x reader

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Safe heaven (Fjor Jutul x Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Reader

Requested: YES, by anonim (prompt 25)

Warnings: Reader being a little shit, teasing, blood and murder mentioned

About: Reader tries to have as much fun as possible with the new information of Fjor's real nature.

A/N: Welcome everyone! This request made me smile and writing this was even better. I hope you'll enjoy this little fic as much as I do. Enjoy! And don't forget to request!

Giants and Gods were only a myth for you. You believed in them as a child, but with age you saw them as fairytales just like any other person. They were the past.

But now, as a girlfriend of one, you believed in them. You believed in every story you heard as a child. It seemed that everything could be possible now that you knew the truth.

When Fjor showed you who he really is you didn't feel scared. Shocked? Yes. But you could never fear him. You saw him at his worst and he never made you doubt his promise of keeping you safe, so you had no reason to change your point of view.

It came as a surprise to Fjor. He was prepared for the worst option, that you'd leave him and won't look back. But the moment you touched his cheek with your tender touch he felt exhilarated.

You kept on asking questions about his life, about all the myths and legends. You wanted to know everything from his perspective, someone who lived through all of it. And Fjor couldn't be more grateful to have someone who truly loved him, no matter his form.

Soon, you went back to your life as it was. You easily accepted the fact of being with a Jotunn and went back to just enjoying free time with your boyfriend.

"Can you come here?" Fjor asked with his voice muffled by the pillow. He was exhausted and went straight to your bed after work. You let him rest, while doing some work of your own.

"So you could kill me?" You raised your gaze from the papers and kept a natural face to play a bit with him. He looked to you squinting.

"I want to bloody cuddle." Fjor almost growled, already irritated that you weren't by his side. You chuckled walking to the bed.

"No blood involved, please." Your smirk made him roll his eyes. He finally caught up to your teasing. You crawled next to him and immediately he had you wrapped in his arms. "You're going to suffocate me."

"Shhh.." He mumbled closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. You always had this effect on him, just holding you close and feeling your warmth allowed him to relax.

"Are you going to stay the night?" You asked after few seconds. He hummed tiredly, sleep already clouding his senses. "I should text Laurits then, so at least someone will know who they have to look for."

"What are you on about?" Fjor mumbled looking down at you.

"You know, when you slit my throat at night." You tried hiding your smirk, but he still noticed the change.

"You little shit" He hissed before moving his hands over your ribs. You chuckled trying to get away, but he held you close and began tickling your sensitive spots.

"Stop!" You breathlessly shouted through the laughs.

"It's a good way to go don't you think?" Fjor teased going at you again. Your laugh filled the room.

Those moments were the ones you cherished the most, because it allowed Fjor to be just a boy. He could relax and be goofy with you. You hoped to be his safe heaven as long as time would allow.

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Hello! Can I request a Fjor x f!reader (already in a relationship) in which she discovers his real identity and at first she is scared of him and he doesn't want her to be, but in the end she accepts him and there is like angst then comforting fluff? I thank you a lot💙💙

Ancient History - f.j

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is forced to comprehend the truth about her boyfriend.

Content Warnings: Near break up, not proofread and it's short.

"I don't want to know what you are."

It was quite comical, how long it'd taken for her to realize her boyfriend's immortality. Hints were everywhere, from the pictures of his family throughout history, to the old artifact's in Vidar's office. "Y/N, please." He reached out, heart dropping when she stepped away.

In truth, she was afraid. In all the time they'd been together, Fjor had never once held any ill intent towards the girl, showering her with the purest love and the most thoughtful gifts, what'd changed?

"Please don't come near me."

His body went rigid at the quiver in her voice. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Please."

Plea falling on deaf ears, her tense frame did not ease. "How do I know that?"

"Because I love you, Y/N."

"We could never work."

Eyebrows furrowed, Fjor cocked his head at her statement. "Yes, we could. We can make this work." He practically begged.

Tears threatened to spill, burning sensation engulfing her waterline. "How? I am going to grow old, and you're going to stay like this. Young, and beautiful!"

He knew there was no reasoning with this, after all, she was right. He took one step closer, relieved when she didn't recoil. "Stay with me anyways."

"That's not fair."

"But I will protect you, forever. I'll do anything you want me to do."

He took her hands in his, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs across her hands. Y/N cracked a minuscule smile. "You'll make me look like a cougar."

The boy laughed at the jest. "Really? I'm over 700 years old."

"I didn't know I had a thing for older men."

Their giggles died down as she finally gave into his embrace. "I'm going to take care of you." She nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too, Fjor."

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Summary: After an unfortunate accident involving your co-worker, a position opens up at Edda Grillen. When a group of your schoolmates place bets that “Mr. Popular” Fjor Jutul can’t handle the job, the two of you soon find yourselves in a situation that not even Wenche could have predicted.  Ship: Fjor x Reader Rating: T

                                                          Part One:

It may have partially been your fault that Jens broke his leg. After all, you were the one who was supposed to have salted the sidewalk outside the restaurant’s doors. But maybe if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with his phone instead of where he was walking… No. No, that wasn’t fair. Jens was a really nice guy and even made the extra effort to insist you weren’t to blame as the ambulance came to transport him to the hospital. Nevertheless, the guilt was there. Somehow,  you promised yourself, you’d make it up to him.

“So, did you hear they are hiring extra help here until Jens comes back?”

You try to not make it obvious as you look up from where you are washing the counter. The usual crew is there--Oscar, Hilde, Signy, Laurits, Gry, Saxa, and, of course, Fjor. There are several places you can think of off the top of your head where they could hang out besides the Edda Grillen. They rarely spent any money on anything and took up space that paying customers could use. To say you weren’t exactly a fan of them was an understatement.

“Temporary help,” Oscar continues, leaning on the table. “However long that is.”

Refocusing your attention, you reach for the spray bottle when Jenny nudges you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see she’s holding a tray of french fries and soda. Inhaling deeply, you stop what you are doing and look at her.

“Can you take these out to them?” She asks rather sheepishly. “I have to flip the burgers.”

“Did they pay for them?” Her lack of an answer says it all. “Jenny…”

“Just this once, I promise, then I’ll stop.” You highly doubt that, but sighing, you take it from her anyway. “Thanks, Y/N! I really, really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You huff, slipping from behind the counter. “I’m a real saint.”

The chatter at the table stops as you draw closer, everyone’s eyes so focused on you that it feels like you’re being studied. It takes a lot, but you force a smile as you begin to place down the baskets of fries and cold drinks.

“So Y/N…” Oscar ventures, his lips parting into a smile. “Have you guys found anyone to take Jens’ place?”

“It’s unfortunate about his leg.” Saxa comments, pursing her lips as she reaches for a fry. “I hope this place will compensate him for his time off. After all, he did get hurt on the job.” You don’t like the way she’s looking at you when she says it. “Who knows how long it will be.”

“There’s still an opening.” You respond, not taking Saxa’s bait. “We have applications at the front if people are interested.” Please, God, don’t let them be. “...Can I get you anything else?”

“You know, you should apply, Fjor.” Oscar teased.

“You should!” Hilde chimed in. “I’m sure you’d look dashing in an apron holding a spatula.”

“Careful though. Y/N might try to break your leg too.” Laurits smirks, looking you dead in the eyes. “But I’d pay to see you holding a job here...not that you could.”

Fjor’s lips press into a thin line. “And what makes you think that I couldn’t?”

“No offense, Fjor, but have you seen yourself? You aren’t exactly the first person I’d think of when it comes to fast food.” Gry gives him a small smile. “It really isn’t you.”

“And I doubt he’s even cooked before too.” Signy cut in. “No, I can’t picture you even if I tried.”

You bite back a smile as you notice how Fjor genuinely looks slightly annoyed by everyone’s lack of faith in him. But they were right, as much as you hate to admit it. There is no way in Hell that Fjor Jutul would ever consider working somewhere that didn’t pay him in gold and diamonds. Not to mention his family did own Norway’s fifth largest company.

“Care to make a wager then?” Oscar’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “42 kroner if Fjor is hired AND lasts a day.” He looks to the others expectantly. “Any wagers?”

There is a brief moment of silence. “Fine,” Hilde sighs. “I’ll go in 85 for one week.” The teenager glances around. “Come on, don’t let it only be me and Oscar.”

Laurits grins widely, leaning back in his chair. “This is going to be good.” He seems to ponder for a moment before smacking his hand on the table. “128 kroner AND I will throw in Magne’s snow boots--just because it’ll be hilarious to watch him desperately look around for them.” He turns to the remainder of the group. “Ladies?”

“No,” Gry shakes her head. “Sorry, but I’d rather waste my money on something else.”

“Put me in for 170 kroner and...make it TWO weeks!” Hilde throws Fjor a smile. “Someone has to have some confidence in you.”

All eyes fall onto Saxa, including your own, as she casually sips her drink. Exhaling, she sets it down and appears to be preoccupied with admiring her nails. Even you, at this point, are interested in what she has to say.

“Are we really that bored enough to place bets on my brother like he’s some kind of race horse?” She sighs, straightening up. “But if I must…” Saxa gives a long pause. “8574 kroner for a month--and that’s how high I’m willing to go for something as pointless as this.”

Everyone turns to look at Fjor, including you. He’s sitting there quietly almost as if he is actually pondering the idea in his mind. Suddenly you wish that it had been you and not Jens who had slipped and broke their leg. There’s no way he would even qualify for the position...right? But with the “connections” his family has throughout Edda, you can’t rule the chance out.

“What happens if I win?” He finally says, crossing his arms.

“You’re not serious?!” Saxa snorts, staring her brother down. “You’d actually do it?”

“You bet didn’t you?” He counters, cocking an eyebrow. “I could honestly care less about the money. Instead...let’s make this interesting. If I win--which I well, Saxa has to delete ALL of her social media accounts and give me her car.”

“What?! No! I’m out!” Saxa hisses, rolling her eyes. “Why are we even considering this?”

“Deal!” Oscar interrupted. “Sounds fair to me!”

The others nod in agreement, excitement stirring around the table. For a split second, you can almost swear Saxa’s eyes flicker yellow. Blinking, you pass it off as being tired. Numbly, you stare forward, still clutching the empty tray. It’s then you notice Fjor, his gaze burning into yours.

“Hey Y/N, about those applications…” He smirks, giving you a look that makes you want to sock him in his pretty face. “Do you have a pen?”

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Headcannon

Character: Fjor Jutul

Pair: Fjor Jutul x S/O!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warning: Fluff, small Angst, Innapropried Language, my bad grammar

TV Show: Ragnarök (Seasons 1 and 2 available on Netflix)

Hey @huazelei, hope you enjoy this headcanon and it's just like you imagined

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How is dating him

Photo: Pinterest (Don't know who edited)

He IS a very handsome and really rich guy (he doesn't make a point of hiding it), that's why in the beginning of the relationship there were several doubts and insecurities about the truthfulness of the relationship

But he always made sure that he REALLY loved you.

Such demonstrations range from receiving obviously expensive gifts (fancy clothes, necklaces, earrings, and he once bought a Gucci ensemble for you to wear together) to a simple evening of stargazing in the open countryside away from the city of Edda

He is sweet, he likes to receive affection and to give affection. He usually hugs you from behind to inhale your scent and calm himself down, and you usually sleep in this position, or he is the Bigger Spoon.

You don't have a preferred position but you always do it when it is a colder day and you prefer to get under the covers and take a nap together.

Dates vary from going out to fancy restaurants (where you use the expensive gifts he gave you) to more homey dates at home (marathon watching a series or movie)

He does have affectionate nicknames for you: Sweetheart, Princess/Prince/Royalty, Goddess/God (this one is spoken in a non-ironic way, something that earns a chuckle from him)

Regarding family, he does not want and does not intend to introduce you to them. Both for fear of Ran (and his anger towards humans) and Vidar (if he knew you were together, he would kill you for 'diverting Fjor from his destiny')

So, introducing you to the family is a big no

Although Saxa is a completely different story. She knows about her 'brother's' relationship with you, since she has seen the brunette talking to you on the phone and accidentally caught you two on a date (Fjor with his arm around your waist and her face in his neck).

I make her words mine: 'I'm glad you've found someone who even remotely likes you. Watch out for Ran and Vidar, they can't know. '

In short: Saxa likes you. In her own way, but she does.

When he told her about his secret (being a Mythological Giant), it was a tremendous uproar that led to you two taking a break: shouting on one side and furniture thrown on the other

Saxa, being the Queen that she is, noticed the sudden estrangement of you and Fjor. Then, with the least bit of compassion she had in her heart, she tried to help you both

'Look, I know what Fjor told you the truth...'

'Yes, I was sad with him for keeping it from me but I understand that discretion is an essential part of your survival.'

'True but you made a difference in his life. I've never seen Fjor so happy, you made him so happy and I can't believe what I'm going to say. You made him HUMAN, your love made him human.

'Saxa...'

'Talk to him Y/N. Talk to him.'

You nodded, deciding to follow Saxa's advice. Your anxiety seemed to make the time pass more slowly, finally the classes were over and you rushed out to find the brunette.

You found him in the parking lot, head down and hood up. Leaning against the car with a melancholy look on his face.

'Fjor? We can talk...Please.'

'*the brunette raised his head to look at you, he had dark circles under his eyes visible on his white skin* Sure. Do you want to get in the car? I was just going to our place...

'*I smiled sadly* I'd love to.'

As you got into the car, the brunette started driving down the cold streets. You soon recognized the route he was taking, he was going to the field where you used to go stargazing.

You got out of the car, Fjor walked ahead of you, and you walked a little behind. Short minutes of walking led to a beautiful field and the sky began to darken, making for a perfect setting

'It's my fault Princess/Prince/Royalty, I knew you'd be freaked out by all this craziness and all this fucking Norse mythology...!'

Fjor, shut the fuck up! I love you okay? I don't care about any of this, *approaches and puts his hands on the boy's chest* I fell in love with the gentle, slightly pouty boy and not the bloodthirsty mythological Giant.'

'*smiles slightly as I stared into his eyes* How do you manage to love this...?'

'I can. What won me over was your conversation mixed with charm and nothing else, *approaches the brunette's lips* now kiss me you idiot.'

'With pleasure my Goddess/God.'

The kiss tasted of longing but also had the flame of a desire that had been long delayed by both of you.

Fjor's hands didn't stop still, they roamed over your body. From your waist to your back and pressed your torso against his.

When you broke the kiss, Fjor was still hugging you. As if disappearing through his fingers again

'I'm not leaving...'

'I know you won't but you calm me down.'

And under that late afternoon sky, you promised not to move away again. That kiss sealed everything again

And speaking of kisses, they vary from moment to moment and in situations. Affectionate kisses: when you are most comfortable with each other, usually when you are giving each other affection.

Jealous kisses are in a way slightly intense and with firmer touches. Fjor runs his hands around your waist and squeezes your flesh tightly, the kiss leaves you breathless and when it's over the brunette still lightly bites your lip

Kisses when you're making out, even more intense. Fjor takes you by the thighs and pulls you into his lap, his hands alternate between squeezing the flesh of your ass and the flesh of your thighs.

He loves to leave hickeys all over your body, more specifically on your inner thighs and your neck. Whenever you complain, he just laughs while he distributes kisses over the marks

I won't talk about the sex topic but only if ya'll want me too. Just tell me

In summary: You are a passionate and devoted couple, maybe even with a hint of seduction

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That was it Loves. Hope ya'll liked it

See ya soon

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Future talk (Fjor Jutul x Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Reader

Requested: YES, by anonim

Warnings: talks about marriage, children, insecure Reader

About: During a calm moment thoughts of future caught up to Reader. Will Fjor be able to calm her racing mind or will insecurity take over?

A/N: Hello everyone! This was so cute, I kind of got few ideas from my own experience. I hope you'll like it. And remember requests are open and a prompt list is posted on my blog! ☺️

Lying on the bed Y/N let her mind wander. It was one of those slow, peaceful moments where one could think of their life, of their future. She started to picture her life with Fjor by her side. She imagined having a home full of child's laughter.

"What do you think of having kids?" Y/N asked making Fjor look to her in surprise.

"Never thought about it, why?" He moved on the bed to see her face properly.

"Can you even have kids? With someone like me? I mean with a mere human?" She frowned starting to see how difficult it could be. Fjor was a Jotunn and she was nothing compared to him.

"Don't worry about that." He said throwing his arm over her and bringing her closer to his warm body.

"But what if we'll want kids and it will be impossible? You want kids, right?" Y/N looked to him with hopeful eyes and he couldn't help but send her a soft smile.

"Yes, I'd like to raise a child with you." Fjor ran his hand over her back trying to provide comfort to his love.

"Can we even get married?" She wondered thinking of his family. "I know you're a normal boy for others, but what about Ran and Saxa?"

"They accept you, so I don't see what's the problem." He shrugged watching her reactions. Fjor knew from the start that you were the only one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

"It's just.. You guys are different and I'm not part of your world, the other world." Y/N sighted playing with his fingers. Her mood was a bit down, she couldn't calm her mind from being pessimistic.

"I love you." Fjor said and kissed her forehead softly. "I'll do everything to make sure you'll have the future you want."

"What if others won't like it?" She mumbled still not sure.

"Then we'll leave, we'll buy a small house away from here and watch our children grow up. I won't leave you." He tightened his grip to show her, that he was here and that he wasn't leaving.

"And if they're like you?" Y/N looked up to see his soft eyes. The love in his gaze took her breath away and she started to feel a bit better.

"Then I'll teach them everything I know. And you'll raise them to know what's important in life." Fjor caressed her cheek with affection. "We'll try to be the best parents and we'll turn into cool grandparents, that tell unbelievable stories." He smiled and Y/N chuckled softly.

"They'll think we're nuts." She said thinking of everything that was happening in their lives.

"But they'll love us. Just like we'll love them." Fjor smiled and she breathed out softly.

"Can you promise me, that one day we'll have all of this?" He watched her for a moment. There was nothing else he wanted more. Fjor was ready to give up everything, to leave the fight behind, just to make Y/N happy to see her turn into a mother.

"I promise. No matter what. I'll make sure this is what we'll have." He nodded before placing a kiss on her lips. A small gesture, that meant everything for Y/N. It showed her, that Fjor was honest with his words. That both of them wanted a future together, that they'll fight to have it.

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Blanket cuddles (Fjor x Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor x Reader

Requested: YES, by anon

Warnings: flirting, make out, one swear word

About: You get caught during a steamy moment.

A/N: Welcome, welcome to my new fic! I'm not great at writing smut, but I tried my best. Enjoy this short work and let me know what you think. Requests are still open!

"I still can't believe how cold it is." You grumbled burring yourself deeper under the blanket. The wind was howling outside Jotul's house, while you tried to get as much warmth from the fireplace as possible.

"We live in Edda, what else did you expect?" Fjor chuckled bringing you close to him. You hummed letting yourself be comfortable. You two were never this close physically. Of course he did flirt sometimes and you did have a crush on Fjor, but it never went further.

"I feel bad for your sister. she's probably stuck in the store with this weather." You glanced to the window before turning to the boy.

"I'm not complaining." Fjor grinned looking down at you, cudded into his side.

"You're an idiot." You shook your head trying to seat up, but his arm tightened around you. "Let me go." You laughed pushing him playfully.

"Nah, don't think I will." He nuzzled his nose into your neck. Your heartbeat sped up and you hoped he didn't notice the change.

"Fjor.." You tried to be stern, but your tone came out as a soft whisper. It made him smile into your skin before he started placing small kisses.

"You know the best way to warm up is skin to skin contact?" He teased nipping on your neck. You breath hitched, but you tried to act indifferent.

"I always thought it was warm chocolate." You smirked pulling away slightly and looking into his eyes. Fjor smiled and you could see his eyes darkened slightly. It made you feel all types of things, and you liked it.

"We can test that later." Fjor winked before grabbing your chin and putting his lips on yours.

The kiss was passionate and it made you melt into his arms even more. You hummed making him pull you even closer. Untangling yourself from the blanket you occupied your hands with his hair. You let him explore your body, his hands following every curve.

"That damn weather!" You jumped away from Fjor with flushed cheeks. "Great." Saxa sighted seeing what she interrupted. "Now I need to wash my eyes with bleach." She huffed heading for the stairs.

"That was something." Fjor chuckled placing a kiss on your cheek. You pushed his face away.

"You're awful." The giggle escaped your mouth and you went back to his side.

"Let's take it upstairs before mother comes back too." He whispered standing up and pulling you with him.

The blanket was long forgotten on the couch. The small giggles filling the air. This was one of the best cold evenings.

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Understood!💚 then my request would be: Fjor and Reader are in love with eachother, but they don't know the other feels the same.

At some point a dude flirts with Reader and Fjor gets jealous and protective, he makes the guy go away and then confesses to Reader? And then possibly a kiss.

Thank you💚💚

Green with Envy - f.j

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Fem!Reader

Summary: It takes a lot of courage to admit you're in love, but a lot more to admit you're jealous.

Content Warnings: Jealousy, slight possessiveness

Fjor had never experienced the odd feeling bubbling in his chest, his eyes locked on the sight of his best friend, giggling and smiling with some classmate of hers.

The movement of her hand brushing over Erik's bicep wasn't pleasant, if anything, it made the already huffing teenager nearly turn green with envy. Despite his internal rage, he patiently waited for Y/N to finish, his finger tapping away at the restaurant table. He was hungry, and jealous, and dying to get her to sit down and order already.

His annoyance got the best of him when he found that the gleeful interaction wasn't going to end anytime soon. With heavy feet and a clenched jaw, he made his way towards the pair, startling Y/N when he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Hello, Erik." Fjor greeted, a sardonic smile on his lips.

Erik's mood had seemed to glum. "I think it's time to wrap this up, no? I'm sure Y/N is starving, aren't you, Y/N?" He looked at her expectedly.

She pursed her lips, nodding slowly. "I guess so. Erik and I were just talking about-"

"Yes, sounds wonderful, he best be on his way now. Bye, Erik."

With no choice, Erik slowly backed out of the restaurant, daring to send Y/N a sweet smile when she waved at him sympathetically. "What was that about?" She deadpanned, watching Fjor plant himself back onto his chair.

"I'm hungry."

"You scared him off because you're hungry?" She quirked a brow, arms crossed.

The boy shrugged. "You were taking too long."

With a scoff, Y/N refused to sit down. "We were literally talking for two minutes." Her eyes lit up in realization. "Were you... Jealous?"

His reaction was all the confirmation she needed. "What? Of course not, why would I be jealous? That's ridiculous. Haha."

"You were totally jealous."

Fjor stood, their chests inches apart from one another. "I wasn't jealous." He nearly whined.

The girl smirked, knowing this side of him was only present with her, she readjusted his jacket. "It's okay to be jealous, but you really don't have to be."

Their eyes were so intensely gazing into the others, he searched her features for any sign of sarcasm or jest, he found none. "Really, and why not?"

She grinned, glad his confident persona had returned. "Do I really have to say it and risk expanding your ego even more?"

He feigned offense. "I don't have an ego." Y/N giggled, their quips slowly dying down as his smile faded into a thin upturned line. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you."

"And you're in love with me."

Rolling her eyes, she hit his chest. "Way to ruin a moment."

Fjor chuckled, catching her wrist, slowly interlocking their fingers. "Fine, fine. I love you, happy?"

"Very." She responded, looking up at him with half lidded eyes as his head tilted down, soft pillowy lips meeting her own.

The kiss had been surreal. There were no butterflies in their bellies, none, they knew each other. They didn't need butterflies to solidify any feeling for the other, it was romantic enough without the thought of fireworks going on in their minds.

It was perfect.

"Are you going to order, or not?"

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Hestitation

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor x Reader

Requested: YES, by anon

Warnings: flirting, reader might seem like an assh**e

About: Being new to Edda and playing hard to get when it comes to Fjor.

A/N: Hello! I hope non of you will be mad that in this one reader is kind of mean. You’ll learn later on why I created this fic like that. Hope you’ll still enjoy reading this. Requests are open!

 There’s always ups and downs in life. Everyone has good and bad moments. And there’s always the unexpected. For Y/N unexpected happened in the most complicated times. Highschool is full of surprises, but changing schools and coming to a new town was something entirely else. You never know what type of people you’ll meet.

Getting to know Magne, her new Friend, was a bit tiring. He had trouble expressing himself, so Y/N had to learn how to be patient. On the other side were Oskar and Gry, they were energetic and bubbly. That meant switching her attitude. It might seem exhausting, but it was a challenge she accepted and enjoyed. Although, nothing is ever easy.

Strolling through the school’s corridors she heard her name being shouted. Curiosity won and throwing a quick glance over her shoulder, she was met with Fjor jogging after her.

„How’s your day beautiful?” He smirked matching her steps.

„Got even worse since you decided to bother me. Again.” Y/N emphatised the last word making him chuckle.

„You’re a real ray of sunshine this morning.” He noted letting her enter their class first.

„It’s already noon.” She sighted getting in her seat, while he hovered next to her.

„Then what do you say we go somewhere together after school?” He asked smiling and Y/N ignored the hopeful look in his eyes.

„I’m busy” She said focusing on her books. Fjor nodded walking away to take his own seat.

She felt awful letting him down each time, but she knew boys like Fjor before. They’d go out few times and he’ll get bored and latch onto another girl. Enough of her friends fell for that type of games and Y/N promised herself she would be smarter than that.

When the final bell rang she put everything in her bag and decided to head straight home. A lot of teenagers were standing just in front of the doors, but she couldn’t see past them what was the reason. Huffing she fished her phone out and impatiently looked for the right contact.

„It’s raining.” She jumped not expecting anyone to talk her up. Y/N didn’t really recognize the boy, but he seemed to know her enough to speak up. „We have History together.”

„Oh.” She nodded feeling slightly akward. „Sorry, I’m not that good with faces.” He chuckled lightly and she didn’t know if this interaction was something she needed.

„Don’t worry. I forgive you, since you’re quiet new.” He looked around the crowd and Y/N used this moment to asses her situation. He didn’t look like trouble, but sometimes looks could be deciving. „They said this weather will keep up for awhile. Do you have a car or need a ride home?”

„Um.. I didn’t get a car yet.” The question wasn’t bad in itself, but she didn’t even know his name. She didn’t even notice him before, so letting him know where she lives or even being in his car alone didn’t seem right.

„But she already has someone to take her home.” A soft hand was placed on her lowerback and Y/N looked to her left to see Fjor. His eyes were set on the boy and she could tell he wasn’t being nice.

„I guess.” The boy nodded before sending a smile her way and blending with the crowd.

„Come on.” Fjor said pushing her through the crowd. People were stepping away to make a path to the door and she could finally see the heavy rain. He lead her all the way to the car and waited until she got in.

„Thank you.” Y/N mumbled when they left the parking. He threw her a glance, but didn’t say anything. „Who was that boy?”

„You don’t even know his name and you wanted to go home with him?” He huffed with frustration and she rolled her eyes.

„I didn’t.” She argued looking out the window. „I didn’t know how to walk away without causing a scene.”

„You had all the rights to cause a scene.” Fjor tightened his jaw. Only after few seconds Y/N realised she didn’t tell him her adress, but he was heading in the right direction.

„You know where I live.” She accused glaring at Fjor. He shook his head with a small smile.

„Edda isn’t that big of a town. And we Jutuls know a lot of things.” He shrugged making her sight in defeat. There was silence between them until he pulled up in front of her house.

„Thanks again.” Y/N murmured making him nod. She was about to leave, when the guilt crept in. He saved her, even when she was always rude. „I’m sorry.”

„Sorry? For what?” Fjor seemed confused and she bit her lip trying to form a coherent sentence.

„For my behaviour. I mean, you asked me out so many times and each time I was rude. I’m sorry for that.” Y/N smiled lightly and this time his hand stopped her from leaving.

„I’ll accept the apology, if you agree on one date.” Fjor smirked looking at her. Y/N hesitated fearing this moment for so long.

„Okay, pick me up on Sunday at 12am.” She said making him smile harder. Fjor placed a quick kiss on her cheek and trying to avoid blushing she finally got out of the car and ran through rain to her house.

Y/N watched as Fjor drove away and in that moment she realised the smile on her lips. Maybe having her heart broken by Fjor will be worth it. Or maybe this time there will be no unexpected happenings and she’ll have her happy ending.