"In one of the pictures, Øystein and Pelle are goofing around with fake blood, but Øystein has put too much into his mouth and starts drooling. Pelle notices and smiles just as the camera goes off. He always had some sick pun ready - assuming if you were alone with him. If you were with someone he didn't know, he preferred not to speak at all." - Necrobutcher, "Blood, Fire, Death" book 🦇
He loves to rage bait you, he’ll ask you your fav artists/genres and will never fail to have something negative to say. Even if he did listen to the same music as you in secret, he’ll find something to say. The Cure? Horseshit, too whiney. Metallica? They try too hard, and sound like shit. Megadeth, Judas Priest, Dio, or even Danzig? All posers.
Literally doesn’t care about public displays of affection, he’ll have you perched in his lap in a restaurant, or making out with you in the middle of shopping. His arm is constantly around your waist.
He’ll very often drag you along to band practice, and when Mayhem tours, he’ll have you right there in that tour bus with him.
Oystein loves doing stupid shit just to see your reaction. One night he proposed that you play five finger fillet together, of course you told him no! After pleading to no avail with the man, you watched on as he splayed his large palm on your wooden coffee table. He grabs his hunting knife, holstered on his calf at all times, and spreads his fingers out. He makes a show out of it, going quicker with each successful pass he made.
He is very clingy but doesn't really admit it? He's always got his hands on you, in public he has a guiding palm flat on your lower back. In private he has to have you perched in his lap or cuddled against him. He is kind of mean with his affection, pinching or biting you whenever he feels the urge bubble within him. It's like his cuteness aggression.
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Oystein had almost no sex drive before he met you, sexual filth would rarely plague his thoughts, he always too busy with running Helvete. Ever since he met you? He’ll go to sleep, and you would slowly seep into his brain. Near every night he has to jerk off to get rid of some frustration, and sometimes waking up with a boner in the morning (of course he’ll take care of that too)
And he is unashamed with practically everything. You walk in on him touching himself? He’d make you watch for disturbing him.
I swear this man is into the most depraved shit, and he is such a sadist. He has a hunter's knife strapped to the inside of his legs, and if you get too bratty with him he'll pull it out and slide behind you, the knife being jutted against the thin skin of your throat. "You wanna keep talkin' like that? One quick slice and you won't be able to talk anymore... what if I cut that pretty tongue out of that head of yours? Do you think you could still tease me like that without it?"
He's a certified brat tamer :3
Filthiest tongue ever. He will say stuff you’ve never thought of. An example, when he had his cock stuffed fully down your throat he’d give a couple of loving taps on your cheek. “Say thank you, baby.” He would mock, knowing you couldn’t even utter a sentence around his thick girth. “What’s that? Ohh baby you’ve gotta speak up, I can’t hear you when you’re mumbling!”
Has a primal kink, loves to hunt you in the woods with his knife drawn as he calls out to you, his voice bouncing off of the twisted bare trees of the forest. If he catches you, he will force you against the forest floor and take his rightfully earned prize.
Absolutely needs to mark his territory. After every love-making session you are littered with bites, hickeys, scratch marks and even faint bruises.
I think he is amazing at aftercare, sitting you up to smoke a cig (if you do smoke) carefully wiping you down or drawing you a hot bath. He’ll be sweet, but he’ll tease you the whole way. “Aww sweetheart, your legs are shaking. I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”