#rikmannen

[icecoldredfever]

      “Nej. I suppose ya probably can’t, Sigurd.” The red eyes staring at the Norwegian seemed to flicker for a moment as a smirk was pulled onto his face. They were flashing in the light coming in front the windows, oddly enough. He straightened his spine and moved to lean his head to one side for a moment, looking him over once again. Though he tried not to have a predatory stare, his eyes did not make things any easier.

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[koffiehuis-love]

rikmannen heeft gereageerd op je bericht: "I doubt there's anything we can say to make you...

“Let’s hope so, big guy.” And his bum receives a confident pat.

“What... are you doing?”

[sverige-san]

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“I mean it though. Take your shirt off.”

        “..why th’ sudden interest in this..?” Berwald rose a brow as he defensively crosses his arms for a moment. Like Sigurd was somehow going to see through his shirt or try to remove it himself.

[lordalbion]

@rikmannen

He approached the Norwegian, enveloped him in his arms and held him close as he murmured a sweet, “Happy Birthday my dearest darling,” into his ear. In one hand Arthur held a handsome bouquet of flowers, self-arranged in the Norwegian’s national colours, and in the other a moderate sized gift-bag. “I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s these sodding election campaigns, they’re eating up all my time.”

[americanexceptionalism]

rikmannen replied to your post: ��

“If you come closer, I can show you how to hit like one as well.”

Literally just bursts out laughing.

“Oh my God. Am I supposed to be scared of that?” 

[shoveanavocadoupmyass]

🗻 On The Road 🌋

@rikmannen

It was obvious that Allan wasn’t happy to be there. His expression, though non-specific, was distinctly detached. Uninterested in the goings on around him. The fire crackling in the stone hearth didn’t matter, nor the rug they stood upon in the captain of the guards room. Throughout the initial meeting with the captain and the elven man he was supposed to be protecting (Sigurd, he had heard), the way the captain was speaking made it clear to Allan that he was merely an accessory to this trip. And that if something happened and he didn’t make it out alive, it wouldn’t matter. So long as the man he was supposed to be protecting arrived safe and sound.

For a knight, giving your life for another would be par for the course. But Allan was not a knight. Everyone knew that. Likely even Sigurd, the man he was to protect, did. There was no doubt that the half-elf (mutt.) would be able to handle both himself and the other man however, so the emphasis that the captain put on Allan’s non-existent knighthood was confusing at best since it made little to no difference regarding his defence. He looked strong. Grounded. Muscular. Not the physique of a ranger knight (for reasons that Allan hoped would never become apparent), but very capable. Perhaps it was an issue of morals. But did morals even matter when blackmail was ones motive to protect? 

Drawn out of his thoughtful fog by the captains voice addressing him, Allan focused. “Sorry?” He asked, just in time to hear the large man clear his throat and glance towards Sigurd. “Of course. Excuse me.”

He dropped onto his knees, taking Sigurds hand in his and pressing a kiss to the others knuckles. A kiss that was supposed to represent a bond that was built on nothing but fiction. 

“It’s an honour to serve, sir.”

[iolondinium]

rikmannen || ♚ ||

"Am I meant to hate you, in your opinion?"

“Your persistent determination to appear the better person is repulsive. Either that, or you are simply an unfeeling imbecile.”

[koffiehuis-love]

rikmannen heeft gereageerd op je bericht: [Text:] You have very green fingers, right?

[Text:] Want to come visit? I have food and booze. And an unkept garden.

[Text] Ah. So you entice me with treats

[text] And want my help

[text] Alright. Get in line.