#modern halfdan

[charming-merlin]

I love how Jasper is all adorable and sweet and than there's also this Jasper 🔥

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[artemiseamoon]

Burning Bright

A modern Bjorn x ofc | Halfdan x ofc fic

On A03, in progress

Summary: Halfdan's observant yet ruthless nature quickly gains him a seat at the table. Ascending the ranks at Lothbrok Enterprises, he soon finds himself inside of Bjorn's inner circle. With his new position comes all the perks, yet the more abundant life becomes, the only thing he wants he can't have.

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[naaladareia]

Happy Birthday Sydney 🌷

Today's a special day for a lovely lady making our small fandom bubble more exciting and fun every day!

Happy Birthday @gearhead66 . I know the last time hasn't been easy for you, dear friend, so some of us decided to make your day a bit "more special". Enjoy! 💙💚💛🧡💜

(All copyrights of the used material are credited to the owner. I mean in no way to profit by it.)

There will be another birthday related moodboard for you which will follow...

[gearhead66]

Zombie apocalypse with Harald and Halfdan.

Requested by @ilooklikeididyesterday

My two favorite subjects H & H and Zombies, so I made two boards ones more Zombieland comedic take and one is more actual survival version.

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

Adventure Awaits - So It Begins

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Halfdan the Black/OFC Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Short Series Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: and here we have it, my modern Halfdan. I admit, the start is a little slow, but I have decided to make it into a short series. Enjoy! 

Catch Up Here

Damn snow. Damn cold. Damn weather.

Marcy cursed, spearing the shovel into the mountain of snow that had built up at the end of the drive way. When she'd agreed to watch her aunt's house, Marcy had been assured there wouldn't be that much snow or cold weather. Lies. As beautiful as this place was, the fresh white powder glistening on the branches of the large trees lining the drive way, and shimmering against the afternoon sun – Marcy wasn't impressed with the heap of hard packed snow that the plow had left on the way by.

“Squire.” She called out, shaking her head at the black and tan dog who was barking at a bird sitting in one of the trees. “You're going to piss off the neighbours.” Marcy snorted with a laugh.

Since arriving four days ago, she had yet to see anybody aside from one or two cars drive by. Squire, the Manchester Terrier, wiggled his butt bounding toward Marcy. Laughing as he dropped and began to roll around in the snow, Marcy watched her companion for a few seconds before returning to her task of moving this damn mountain.

Aunt Leena had told Marcy that she wouldn't have to worry about a thing, when it came to snow. A nice boy who lived up the street would be around to do the hard work, he was paid for the duration of Leena's absence to remove snow. Marcy had yet to see this mythical teenager. It was Saturday, almost lunch time, perhaps still too early for a teenager? Marcy had given up on waiting.

Grunting and pushing her hat back on her head, Marcy sniffled in the slight cold, determined to get rid of this snow. Pushing the shovel in with a sharp, crisp, thunk against the snow Marcy failed to notice the looming danger, fortunately for her Squire had honed in on the person walking down the street and sprung into action on her behalf. Racing out into the street, the dog growled and barked at the approaching intruder.

Flinging himself around the man's legs, tail wagging, and barking at the most obnoxious volume. The stranger stood calmly watching the dog from behind his sunglasses. In a low voice, he spoke to the dog, trying to reassure him that he meant no harm.

“Sorry! I am so sorry!” Marcy rushed forward, the shovel discarded in the snow. “Squire, down!” She shooed the dog away from the man.

“Don't worry about it, truly.” The stranger pulled off his sunglasses, revealing warm brown eyes, and smiled. “I like dogs.”

“Good to know, but I don't like my dog randomly attacking strangers.”

“I wouldn't say he was attacking,” A smirk graced the stranger's face, holding out his gloved hand. “I'm Halfdan Black, from down the street there.” Halfdan motioned toward the direction from which he'd came.

“Marcy Booth and this,” she motioned to the dog at her feet, “is Squire.”

“Nice to meet you, Marcy.” Halfdan shook her hand and bent slightly, “You too, Squire.” He reached down to pet the dog, chuckling when Squire gave a sharp halfhearted bark. “Lovely day.”

“If you're a polar bear.” Marcy grumbled, masking her annoyance with a smile.

Resting his sunglasses on top of the black knit hat that covered his head, Halfdan smiled and rubbed a gloved hand over his blond beard.  “You're not from around here?”

“How could you tell?” Mary laughed nervously.

“Nobody around here bothers to complain anymore, we tried, but the snow didn't listen.” He teased. Paying little attention to Squire who was happily sniffing his legs.

“Maybe someone should send it another memo?” Marcy quipped. Standing a few feet away from Halfdan, she shifted from foot to foot, awkwardly trying to think of something more clever to say the next time.

“I'll see what everybody thinks at the next town meeting.” Halfdan knelt to scratch Squire behind the ear, little did he know this was solidifying his camaraderie with the dog.

Obviously he picked up on her awkward humor, Marcy was thankful that he didn't stand there and look at her as if she were some lame loser. Ugh, she wanted to slap herself, what grown woman used the term lame loser?

“Well,” She found herself back in the reality of the situation, “it was nice to meet you. I should get back to my pile of snow.” Marcy gestured to the half shoveled drive way.

Surveying the job, Halfdan was impressed with the progress. Leena Booth's drive way was long, wide, and a total menace to shovel. He, among others, tried to convince Leena to buy a damn snow blower or to let someone with a truck take care of this mess. If she were to do that, how would the kids on the street make any extra cash?

Leena paid those kids more than they were worth. Halfdan had helped his nephew shovel what could be considered a small road several times, he didn't expect this when he'd wandered over to begin the job.

“Here, let me.” Halfdan picked up the shovel, digging in to the snow that Marcy had been working on.

“You don't have to do that.” Marcy wiped her arm across her forehead, her hat skewed sideways leaving room for sprigs of red hair to fall out. Halfdan was already working away, picking up where Marcy had left off.

“No problem, I don't mind.” Halfdan easily threw another shovel of snow into the bank. “It'll save me from going to the gym.”

Marcy's giggle was stifled as she tried to push the images of Halfdan all sweaty at the gym out of her mind. Under the thick winter coat, she could still tell that he was built with a lean but strong frame – one that had probably come from years of all this snow. Now she was being silly.

“One way to look at it.” Marcy felt a wave of relief, as the words flowed.

She'd been momentarily worried that whatever came out would be stupid or borderline creepy. Halfdan was the first person she'd met around here, aside from the nice lady at the gas station, Marcy didn't want to scare him off. Nor did she want him going back home to tell his wife or girlfriend about the shameless lady down the street.

“My nephew was supposed to do it, anyway.” Halfdan explained with a puff of breath, effortlessly continuing to shovel the white mountain away. “I didn't know,” He grunted with a push of the shovel. “Or I would have been over earlier. My brother is on vacation, I got a phone call to check in and that is when he told me.”

“Oh.” Marcy reached down to scratch Squire behind the ears. Needing to do something other than stand around and look useless. She took back the mean thoughts about the useless teenager. “So, you're house sitting too?”

“Kind of.” Halfdan gave a short nod, concentrating on his task. “I moved in with my brother and his kids a few years ago.”

Halfdan would leave out the major details, until he decided whether or not she was worthy of knowing more. His older brother, Harald, was a rather private man when it came to the tragic details of his life. Until Halfdan got to know this stranger a little more, Marcy could make do with the short version of the story.

Leena had probably told her most of it anyway. The single widower, whose younger brother had moved in to help had been a hot topic among some gossip circles. Five years later and there was still a stream of desperate women showing up, offering their assistance in some ways. As if these women had never met a widower or a divorced man before. It was pathetic and a little comical.

“Harald, my brother, needed some help and I needed a place to live. So,” Halfdan grunted with a push of the shovel. “Here we are.”

“If you can't help your own family, then who can?” Marcy posed the question her aunt always used, when she needed her niece to do something.

“You sound like Leena.” Halfdan pointed out. The sun was warm, despite the snow and cold, making him sweat a little under these layers. Pausing for a moment, he removed his coat tossing it aside into the snowbank.

“She's a smart woman.” Marcy cast her gaze to the yard, trying not to watch the stranger strip.

“One of the smartest that I know.” Halfdan agreed. “Are you two close?”

“Close enough,” Marcy nodded. “What about you? Do you know my aunt, well?”

Halfdan blew out a breath before answering. “I do, but then again everybody in the neighbourhood knows Leena. She is involved in everything and she is always helping somebody.

Marcy knew that her aunt was well liked among the community, every time they spoke, Lenna was on her way out to some community event or another. The woman never stopped, Marcy admired that about her and hated that she didn't get to visit more.

When asking Marcy to house sit, Leena had been clear that whatever Marcy needed, all she had to do was ask. Since Leena would be gone for almost a month, she had let a handful of people on the street know that her niece would be there and any help would be appreciated.

“Alright,” Halfdan sighed, leaning against the shovel. “All done.”

He seemed to have been in turbo mode, because there was no way Marcy could have finished this fast. Looking around, she found Squire happily chasing his tail in the snow, and the drive way completely clean.

“You didn't have to do that, by the way.” Marcy followed Halfdan up the drive. Dragging the shovel behind him, Halfdan dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

“Nonsense, Henrik was supposed to do it and didn't. I wish I'd known sooner, it would have saved you from being out with the polar bears.” He winked.

“Thank you, really.” Marcy rubbed her hands together, trying to get her fingers warm inside the soft mittens. “If there is anything I can do to pay you?”

“Don't worry about it,” Halfdan insisted, a smile creeping onto his face. His beard was starting to turn white from the snow that had managed to land on it during his shoveling. “Although, if you aren't busy tomorrow evening, I could use a partner."

Unsure of what to say to such a statement, Marcy's mouth went dry and her hands instantly sweaty. She'd barely met this man! Halfdan was easy enough on the eyes, but who did he think she was?

"Excuse me?"

"You don't have to, but our pub quiz team needs a fourth. Since you're kind of new, I thought maybe..." Halfdan began to feel a little foolish. "You're probably busy anyway."

“Pub quiz?” Marcy raised her brow. Her nose was red and her body shivering against the little breeze. “I'm not very good with trivia.”

“Neither am I, but that's okay. We go, drink beer, we laugh, and come home. Harald signed us up, it's a long story.” Halfdan realized how pathetic he sounded trying to sell the stranger on the idea. “Anyway, if you want to join, I can pick you up on the way, we meet at 9pm.”

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[lordavanti]

Christmas Drabble IV

Halfdan The Black x Reader Modern AU

Requested by: Anon Request: Halfdan taking you to a cabin in the woods to have you all for himself. Words: 1615

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‘Don’t look.’ He warned you. It was so tempting, he had you cover your eyes for over five minutes already and with the road going bumpy you wanted nothing else then peak. Halfdan covered your eyes with his hand and you slapped it away. ‘Keep your hands on the wheel.’ You warned him. ‘You don’t peek.’ He said in an amused chuckle. For him this was the best amusement. Two weeks ago he said you that he would prepare everything for Christmas and it left you nervous ever since. Halfdan wasn’t exactly good in organizing things so all the horrible thoughts came to your head with this little arrangement. The road became so bumpy you were pretty sure you stranded somewhere far away from civilized life. And then the car stopped and he smacked your hand right before your eyes again when you wanted to look. ‘No peaking.’ He warned you. ‘Halfdan please.’ You begged as you heard the car door go open. You turned your head a little, hearing the snow crack under his shoes as he walked to your side, opening the door. ‘Almost.’ He smiled, almost smelling your annoyance for the tensing he brought you over the past hours. He was so secretly. He helped you out of the car and walked you a little further. ‘I have never been more nervous in my life then this.’ You said, squeezing your eyes shut behind your hands. ‘Why?’ He asked from behind you, letting you stand still, you felt his beard tickle against your ear. ‘Because it’s you, I don’t trust that part of you.’ ‘Y/n, after more then a year you should know I’m never gonna try on throwing you from a rock.’ He chuckled. ‘Yeah, but there are enough other things you want to do with me.’ ‘True.’ He whispered secretly and you kicked your elbow backwards. ‘Okay, look.’ He gave in. You pulled your hands away, winking your eyes against the bright white landscape around you before looking to a cabin in the middle of the woods, decorated with lights. Your jaw dropped open, looking at it before looking over your shoulder to Halfdan standing behind you, he gave you that look. ‘You can scream as hard as you want, nobody will hear you.’ He announced, grabbing you around you waist, leaving you laughing as he carried you to that cabin in the middle of nowhere. It had everything, you didn’t knew where to watch first. There was a warm fire burning at the fireplace, gloating all over the place. There was that huge Christmas tree with presents underneath, a rug before the fire. ‘I take my words back.’ You said, pushing your fingers against one of the Christmas balls in the tree, looking over to Halfdan who stood with a satisfying grin in the doorway. ‘How long are you gonna lock me up here?’ You asked, scouring your feet over the rug that laid before the fireplace. ‘As long as I want to lock you up.’ He said with a promising look towards the rug. You chuckled, walking back to him as he wrapped his arms automatically around your hips. ‘To what did I deserve all of this?’ You asked, laying your hands in his neck. He leaned forward, kissing you and you grasped into his hair, smiling against his lips. ‘Because you are the most amazing woman walking around.’ ‘Because I can keep up with your behavior?’ You asked, he groaned, shaking his head and you loved the sound. ‘Maybe but mostly for other things.’ ‘The sex?’ You asked with a teasing look. ‘Partly.’ He let go you and you  squeezed your eyes together while he walked over to the Christmas tree. ‘Talked about,’ he started, turning around with a present. There it was, that joyful look like he was a boy on Christmas getting presents … what was exactly that. ‘Oh no.’ You started as he give it to. You gave him a short look before unwrapping the present, unfolding exactly what you thought it would be, a good looking Santa suit for you … not much leaving open to the imagination. ‘No dinner first?’ You asked, looking away from the little Santa dress up to him. ‘I love skipping to desert.’ He winked. You looked back down to the little dress, nodding slowly. ‘What is the use of me putting this on if you gonna take if off right after?’ ‘Hmmm,’ he chuckled, cupping your face to look in your eyes. ‘You gonna let me beg Y/n?’ ‘I love to hear you beg.’ You whispered as he closed his face to you. ‘You love to let me to other things to.’ He said, dragging your lip between his teeth and you submit. ‘Fine.’ You muttered, he kissed your cheek and you looked for a bathroom in the cabin. That tine little Santa suit was exactly made for you and you shook your head in the mirror, smiling. You opened the door, straightening yourself in the opening, an arm up. ‘Is Halfdan been a good man this year?’ You asked him quietly. He turned around, dark eyes  growing darker as his eyes roamed over your body. ‘How do I look?’ You asked, pushing away, making a nice little twirl while walking over. ‘To eat.’ He answered, eyes keep roaming over your body. He wanted to grab you but you jumped back, smiling innocent. ‘Have you been a good boy?’ You asked, walking backwards over to the fire, wiggling your hips while doing it. ‘Y/n.’ ‘Answer Halfdan.’ You commanded him with that fake stern look in your eyes. ‘Partly.’ ‘Not good enough love.’ Now you were teasing him and he squeezed his eyes together. He ran forward, grabbing you around you waist and you started laughing, wrapping your legs around his waist he so easy took you in your arms. ‘I hope for you I was.’ He muttered against your neck, kissing your slowly underneath your ear. You hummed, tilting your head. ‘Yes you were.’ You shivered, feeling his hand squeeze your thighs before he laid you down on the rug. You grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He scour his body over yours, the satin of that dress made your skin heat under his swift motions. His kiss was as warm as that dress made you feel. His hands grinding in your body as they slipped under the little dress. Your nails scratches his shoulder blades, fighting his tongue as he started to slip the dress from your shoulders. The bear fur underneath your body tickled, the heat of the fire almost melting you as he made love to you like he never did before. He wrapped you up in a sheet but you were still laying before the fireplace looking how he so gracefully walked around naked. It was sure a sight you loved. You stretched your body, feeling all full and satisfied. ‘Some other surprises for me today?’ You asked with a lazy smile as he give you a glass of wine, you nodded in approval, smiling against his lips as he leaned over you. You kissed him gentle, smiling all the way while you both sat up, leaning against the couch. ‘Maybe.’ He answered, looking aside to how you drank. You leaned your head on his shoulder, gazing at the fire. ‘I like this. All alone, you not working on your phone.’ You kissed his shoulder, throwing him a loving smile. He laid his hand on your knee, squeezing your leg as he pressed a kiss against your hair. ‘You know I’m trying right?’ He asked. ‘I know.’ You looked back up. ‘I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.’ You said honestly. Halfdan wasn’t all that righteous. But he was trying on changing his life and you saw that. ‘I have something else.’ He said, reaching over to the Christmas tree to take a small little box wrapped in paper with a way to big bow on it. You placed your glass aside and took the present over from him, giving him a fast look. Something changed in his eyes, something nervous that made you nervous. You unwrapped it to a black box, slowly opening it to reveal a ring. ‘Oh my god.’ You blurted out, looking to the delicate stone embedded in it. ‘Marry me.’ He whispered. You took in a breath, looking from the ring up to him. ‘Halfdan.’ ‘Marry me, you are everything that kept me straight, you are everything to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/n.’ He stroke your face and you looked back down to the ring. He was proposing, he was asking you to marry him. ‘Please say yes.’ ‘Yes.’ You whispered, looking back up to him, shrugging. ‘Offcourse I want to marry you Halfdan.’ Your smiled broke open when you saw the relieve in his eyes. He took the ring and you bite your lip as he slowly pushed it over your finger. You grabbed his shoulder and pulled yourself into his lap. ‘I will.’ You repeated again before he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, grinding your body deeper into him as he kissed you passionate, with all the love he had been saving there. He pushed you away, with your back again in the furs while his lips started kissing your skin. Your hand tangled in his hair, arching your body to his touch as he expressed all the relive and love in the way of kissing you. The ring felt light around your finger and yet it was the heaviest more amazing thing that could happen today.

Other Christmas Drabbles: Hvitserk // Marco // Ubbe

[charming-merlin]

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[artemiseamoon]

Desire

Modern! King Harald x Tempest L’amour (black ofc) 

ft Modern Halfdan 

About: Halfdan has a special present for Haralds birthday.

Words: 2, 176

GIF credits: Peter & Jasper - mine | corset - giphy | s’mores - here 

Warnings: pining, described sexual acts, nsfw , smut I guess? a brief sex scene w/ protection 

Spellbound.

It was the only word to describe the way Harald felt. The first time he saw Tempest L’amour perform at the Velvet Room, she put her hooks in him, leaving him mesmerized ever since.

Harald bought a place in the city three weeks ago to be closer to his shop. Though he crafted the fine pieces of wood furniture three hours away, the commute to his shop from the warehouse was growing tiresome. Plus, staying at his brother's place was not ideal unless he was up for an all-nighter.

Harald never spent much time in the city until he had his place. Being able to rest his head at night 5 minutes from the shop gave him more time to explore the city and the nightlife.

In contrast to Harald putting down roots, Halfdan already had them, as he preferred the city and moved here years ago. He even opened his motorcycle shop here and was doing pretty well.

Harald knew his brother Halfdan frequented the Velvet Lounge, even slept with most of the dancers. Halfdan tried to get him to go a few times. Harald wasn’t opposed to the idea. But, running the shop, making furniture, and tending to the Orchard meant he barely had enough time to sleep, let alone enjoy himself. Still, Halfdan remained persistent, wanting his brother to have a good time and loosen up a little as he used to.

“You have to see the women there brother,” Halfdan tells him enthusiastically, a hand on his shoulder. “Trust me.”

…

Flashback to that night

The red lights flash as the first notes of the song play.

“Introducing our main feature, the one, and only Tempest L’amour!” Applause and whistles fill the room. The energy builds higher than before.

Halfdan, grinning, puts his drink down and drives an elbow into Harald's arm. “Wait until you see this one!”

Harald turns to him with an amused look on his face, “another one of yours?”

Halfdan only chuckles and looks forward, leaving him without an answer. Harald laughs and looks ahead. This was another bonus of being closer, more time with his brother.

Burlesque song

The sultry music plays as she glides across the stage, slow and sensual. The room goes quiet. Her heavy sanguine spell cast on the crowd.

Halfan came here so often, the table in the front row with the best view was his. He was treated like a King here. The closeness to the stage made it so Harald couldn’t hide his reactions.

Halfdan says something, but Harald doesn't hear it. He leans forward, his fingers falling away from the glass of whiskey on the table.

Her hips move in a smooth figure 8 as she faces the crowd, a flirtatious smile on her full red lips. Tempest continues to move as she wiggles her left glove off her hand.

“I think you’ve fallen in love brother.” Halfdan jokes, glancing at him briefly before focusing on the stage. “That is a hell of a woman.”

Harald nods. He's seduced by Tempest and the pure passion of the song. He feels overheated, antsy. He slips out of his leather jacket. When her eyes meet his, Harald freezes.

Harald shifts in his chair as Tempest shakes her hips and moves toward him. Slipping out of her skirt, she steps off the stage and stands in front of him. Halfdan claps and cheers as she throws him a quick wink and returns her focus to Harald.

Tempest smells like roses with a hint of spice. The red and black corset highlights her figure perfectly, the colors vibrant against her rich brown skin. Her heavily lined cat eyes peer into his soul. 

Tempest wraps the dress around his neck like a scarf and gently tugs. His pulse races, he can faintly hear the guys at the table behind him beg, over here!

Tempest reaches into her hair, pulling out the rose. Taking the stem between her teeth, she leans forward, palms on Harald’s thighs. Her breasts nearly spill from the corset, Harald's eyes grow wide.

Oh, how he wishes he could bury his face in them, those glorious large brown breasts! He feels like a kid in a candy shop and tries his best to hide the hardening of his cock as she dances against him, teasing him to take the rose from her.

“Take it!” Halfdan yells.

Harald chuckles and leans forward, keeping his eyes locked on hers, he opens his mouth and bites, taking the stem.  His cheek brushing against hers.

“Good boy.” Tempest purrs. 

She stands and runs her hand over his hair. Winking at Halfdan once more, she turns and returns to the stage.

Harald watches the rest of her performance in a daze. It ends too soon.

When she leaves the stage, the host returns to say goodnight. Seconds later, Haldan stands and finishes the rest of his drink.

“You wanna go backstage?” He raises his eyebrows. “You know when you can stand again.”

Harald flips him off with a smirk, “No. Go. Enjoy yourself. I have to be up at 5.”

“Pshh,” Halfdan makes a face, “live a little. Brother! Remember the adventures we had?”

“Fondly.” Harald pulls out his wallet and leaves a tip on the table on top of Halfdans. “I’m an old man now with only enough hours to sleep. Go, have fun, for both of us.”

Hafldan makes a sound and rolls his eyes. “You’ll miss Tempest. I think she likes you, and she’s picky.”

Harald smiles at the thought and slips back into his jacket. He looks around, then discreetly adjusts his cock in his pants before standing.

“If you opened your shop before noon, you’d understand.” He replies.

“Naw, I’ll do 2 tomorrow.” Halfdan shrugs, they both laugh.

Harald pats him on the back. “Goodnight Halfdan.”

Halfdan nods and watches Harald walk off. As he nears the door, one of the dancers, Kitty De Lux, wraps her arms around Halfdan. 

…

Two weeks later

As night fell on the Orchard and the drinks flowed, Harald's belly hurt from all the laughter. 

Halfdan surprised him and put together a big birthday party; their mutual biker friends were even on their best behavior. They knew better than to bust anything up, this was Harald property.

As a small group of them gather around the pit to have s’mores, which someone suggested in a drunken cheer, Halfdan pulls Harald away mid-bite.

Halfdan rests his arm across Harald's shoulders. “I hope you’re ready for my real gift.”

“You have more?” 

“Of course! Come!” Halfdan pulls him along and yells back at the group, “everyone, come!”

They walk back behind the house south of the property, a small stage is set up with some chairs. When did Halfdan have time to do this? 

Impressed, Harald shakes his head in approval. He notices the outdoor sound system as well.

“What have you done brother?” Harald shakes him.

“Wait and see, showtime in 5!”

….

Three hours later

Halfdan paid a bunch of the dancers from the Velvet Room to perform, it was glorious. The highlight of the show for Harald was Tempest, just as Halfdan knew it would be.

Harald saw her live three more times after Halfdan took him, each time leaving right after the show ended. It wasn't a lack of confidence that stopped him from talking to her.

Harald felt nervous, like he was a schoolboy all over again. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one he had not felt since he was young. That nervousness calmed as the night went on, and boldness was starting to rise up in him.

Across the way, Halfdan and their good friend Floki lounge with the dancers. By this time, most of the guests have left except for the small inner circle. Harald sees Tempest talking with another dancer before she glances back at him.

Running his hand through his hair, Harald decides to go for it. Coming to standing, he puts the empty drink down and makes his way over to her. Tempest grins, resting a hand on her hip as she waits.

As Harald comes closer, Tempest licks her lips and tilts her head to the side, “Here I was thinking I had to drag the birthday boy over here.”

“Ah, well, I’m here now.” Harald smiles and reaches for her hand, she gives it to him. 

Keeping his eyes on her, Harald bends over and kisses the back of her hand. Her skin is silky and soft against his lips.

“Halfdan told me you have a little crush on me,” She pauses, waiting until Harald is at eye level again. “But, your little visits to Velvet told me that.”

“What can I say,” still holding her hand, Harald places his other over his chest, “you are a striking woman.”

“You are pretty damn handsome yourself,” Tempest steps closer, making no attempts to take her hand away, “and if you run your hand through your hair like that one more time, I may need to take you to a dark corner and make out with you.”

Harald feels his body react to her bold words. Grinning, he runs his fingers through his hair.

…

2 hours later

Harald licks the length of her neck as his big strong hands grab at her ass. The way she moans and purrs as he thrust his hips makes him dizzy. She felt like heaven.

Gripping the back of her head, Harald pulls Tempest into a kiss, his lips covering hers, his tongue demanding her own as they breathe each other in.

The pain of her nails running down his back, the way she moves her hips over his sends him into overdrive. Harald holds her tighter, thrusting harder and deeper as she rides him.

Harald barely makes it, holding on until Tempest comes first. Only then does he allow himself to release.  Harald comes hard and fast as pleasure shoots through his body.

“Tempest - you goddess,” Harald moans against her neck as he covers it with breathy kisses, filling the condom with his seed as her warmth surrounds him. Tempest melts into his arms, drawing soothing circles on his back.

After they both catch their breath, Tempest carefully climbs off of him as he pulls out of her. She lays on her back with a loud exhale.

Smiling, Harald sits up and takes the condom off. He carefully disposing of it in the garbage can, before leaning over to kiss her shoulder.

“I’ll be right back.” He whispers.

Mmmhmm, Tempest moans in reply. She closes her eyes and lets the last waves of orgasm wash over her.

When Harald returns, he lays on his side next to her, placing a small tray between them.

“Hmm, I’m gonna have to keep you.” She sings, matching his body language.  “There was a lot of drinking tonight and not enough food. After two rounds, I could eat a little something.”

Harald plants a kiss on her her neck, her jawline, her lips. Resting a hand on the side of her face, he caresses her cheek.

“When can I see you again?” His eyes searching hers.

“Anytime you want.”

His eyes light up, “ I like that answer.”

Tempest picks up a small cupcake and holds it to his lips. Harald bites into it with a bliss-filled moan.

“Oh, eyes rolled back, damn!”

“These are heavenly. I have to get the name of this shop!” He licks his lips and opens his mouth. She pushes the rest in with a giggle.

“Well, you don’t have to look far. The chef is right here.”

His eyes grow wide, swallowing the cupcake he chews quickly so he can speak.“Wait, you made these? I hid them so no one else could eat them.”

Tempest runs her finger through the cream of one and picks up the cherry, dandling it before her lips. “Umm, so naughty! And yes, I made them. I’m not just a performer, I’m a baker too. That shop on the main street has some of my stuff.”

Tempest sucks the cherry into her mouth, eyes on Harald as he watches closely. Grinning, she pulls it out and drops it on the plate.

“Keep looking at me like that handsome and I’ll have to climb back on.”

A sexy growl leaves his lips. Harald moves the plate to the side table. He covers her body with his own, “Keep talking to me like that and round 3 will be the least of your worries. I’ll never let you leave.”

“Ohhh.” Tempest purrs, brushing her lips against his, “Is that a promise you can keep?”

Harald sucks her lower lip into his mouth and bites before letting it go. Holding himself up with one hand, the other moves over her breasts.

“I guess I’ll just have to show you how serious I am.”

The way Tempest looks at him nearly makes him hard again. Moving down her body, he leaves a trail of kisses before his head disappears between her legs...

Okay that’s all for now bb’s! I fell in love with these two and I’m 100% sure I will do a part 2 when I have time. Thanks for reading!

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