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Here he is: Thor for the Tattoo AU, finally.

Not shown here are Thor’s tattoo of Yggdrasil, Huginn and Muginn, and the Nine Realms tattooed on his back.

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I wear my fur pelts (MikeyxTakemichi)

Tags: Vikings, Tattoos, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, pining

Summary: Mikey is soon to be crowned King. His friend gives him is royal tattoos.

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Mikey laid sideways. Body cushioned by pelts of fur, yet his head laid softly on thighs while he was soothe by the pokes of his tattoo on his head.

The smell of lavender soaks the room. Fire keeps them warm. The season is slowly turning into winter.

The home of his second in command stands strong. Three rooms. He was currently being tattooed in the nursery. For the artist wanted to be close to his child.

The artist.

The artist, Takemichi.

The mate to his second in command, Draken.

His cheek lies on the bare flesh of Takemichi's thigh. Not covered by the newly sewn pants, he watched the omega make that were made from the skin of the boar they recently brought home.

Draken was outside checking on the villagers. Being the honorable man he knows he is while Mikey is in his home feeling dishonorable. He hasn't touched the flesh he now lays upon, but the temptation crawls under his skin. The lavender making him feel cozy, the fresh milk he smells under the fur top the omega wears, makes him parched. The shavened skin he wants to glide his war worn fingers across.

The tattoos are usually done by Takemichi's family, but his mother is in another village visiting family, while his Father is healing from their last raid.

The raid that proved that Mikey was worthy of being king. The tattoos soon to be a symbol of his status.

His eyes face the Omega's stomach. Soon he will have to flip onto his back to face the omega for his facial tattoos.

Poke

"Mikey?" The omega pauses.

"Yes." Mikey takes the moment to adjust his arm. Shoulder feeling numb. He wishes he could lay on his stomach and wrap an arm around the Omega's hips. He has been lying on his side, to control himself. Fingers laced. To not touch the temptation.

"Are you alright?" Takemichi runs his fingers in Mikey's hair. His fingers missing the tattoo, but catches some of the freshly shaved side.

"Um." He blinks. Was he? "Yeah." He decides to say.

"Hmm." He doesn't know if Takemichi believes him.

The baby starts to coo. Takemichi pauses his fingers. "Let me check on him.'' Mikey said. Pushing himself up. Stretching his arm behind himself as he walks to the bassinet.

His Godson, Core. Six months and lovely. The child smiles at Mikey. He knows him well.

His hand touches the bassinet. To rock it a bit. He dares not pick up the child because Takemichi will never finish the tattoo. Core loves to be held and any other time, he'd gladly do it.

He gently rocks it back and forth. Watching Core fall back into slumber. The basinet creeks under his movements, a sign he may need to build a new one for the boy. He'll be tall like Draken.

"You soothe him better than Draken." Said Takemichi. Pulling Mikey from his thoughts. With one more look at the child, he walks back over to the omega.

"Aye. I am with him enough. Soon my time with him will decrease after the ceremony tomorrow." He leans down to resume his position on the omegas lap, but stops.

Takemichi's hand lays on his bicep. "I am happy that war will be less now, but I.." He pauses.

"What?"

The omega opens and closes his mouth. Looking like some forbidden words lay on the tip of his tongue. He grimaces, and removes his hand to turn away to rearrange the inks. Grabbing the blue, the color of the King.

"Nevermind. My king."

He has no right to pressure his friend to speak, so he does not.

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