Iβm scared to get { c l o s e } and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The Κ Ιͺ Ι’ Κ α΄ Κ I get, the Κ α΄ α΄‘ α΄ Κ Iβll sink. I canβt drown my demons, they know how to swim.
πΆ βHere come bad news, talking this and that / (Yeah) Well, give me all you got, and don't hold it back / (Yeah) Well, I should probably warn you I'll be just fine / (Yeah) No offense to you, don't waste your timeβ ( Happy - Pharrell )
πΆΒ βHey, Iβm gonna make a smile out of that frown, / We could turn it upside down, / We could turn it upside down, / So sing it loudβ ( Upside Down - Set It Off )
π¬ iβm sorry i used you as an armrest [read 9:57pm]
βββ LUKE HEMMINGS ? No, thatβs LARS ALEXANDER BJORGMAN ! They are the 20 year old child of ANNA & KRISTOFF, and hail from UK OF CALISOTA (Arendelle) . They can be described as PROTECTIVE, ADVENTUROUS, & LOYAL but can also be IMPULSIVE, DEFIANT, & ALOOF. They use HE/HIM pronouns and are BISEXUAL. Luckily, they were blessed with HEALING, which will aid them in the war between the worlds. Will they join the rebel uprising or watch the universe go up in flames?
Lars is the nineteen (19) year old son of Anna and Kristoff.
Cousin to Erik Eirwen!!
Heβs kind of an asshole.
But itβs because of childhood trauma.
Lars used to be the sweetest fuckin kid, optomistic, kind, whatever.
[death tw] A week before Larsβs 11th birthday, his best friend died. Itβs not really set in stone how they died, but he loved them. It was like,,, some Bridge to Terabithia shit.
That shit fucked Lars up.
He put up emotional walls/barriers so people couldnβt get close.
He believes βpeople always leaveβ so whatβs the point in getting emotionally attached.
Once you get underneath that, he cares a lot about the people that have broken down his walls and gotten in, and heβs protective as hell.
If youβre not in his circle, heβs gonna be a dick to keep you away.
Just like my smol bean Iris, this tol bean is bisexual!!
Hasnβt really had any noteworthy relationships but hooks up a whole heckin lot.
honestly heβs kinda a ho.
heβs trash but i love him.
Undeclared Major at this time.
Lars moved out of the family home/castle and now shares an apartment with his cousin Erik!
This mofo smokes a lot, drinks as well but not in places where it could get back to his parents. He also doesnβt smoke around Erik bc of the older boyβs asthma.
Gavin wasnβt one to defend others. He didnβt have close friends, nor did he care to make them. But there was always going to be an unspoken bond between the villain kids. And if one of them needed help, well, heβd suck it up and help. However, this situation was a bit different. His fellow villain kids wanted to fuck with the royals. They wanted to do something to hurt them, to mess with them. And while Gavin was indifferent about the whole situation, it wasnβt until he heard Lars mentioned that he actually gave a shit.Β
Lars is Erikβs cousin. Gavin is trying to get off of Erikβs shit list. So maybe if he handled things with Lars before the others got to him, maybe- just maybe heβd look like the knight in shining armor. Gavin could talk to him. Heβd go easy on him, a lot easier than the others.Β It was worth a shot, right?Β
Gavin happened to find Lars out side of one of the shops in town, looking like a real scum bag smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke out in patterns. What a pretentious asshole. No.. Weβre here to be civil, relax. So he sucked it up and took a deep breath, making his way over to him. It was now or never right? Just go up to him, stay calm, and be respectable. Explain the situation, tell him he needs to apologize, and they can move on with their lives. For now at least.Β
βHey, Bjorgman,β Gavin called out to him, hands in his pockets as he approached him. He wasnβt wearing his gloves, which was probably not the best idea considering things could go south real quick, but he figured heβd be fine.Β βYou got a problem with Storm?β
After a rather interesting day, Lars needed to just relax, and his preferred way to unwind was typically with a cigarette. He couldnβt smoke near Erik, though, and his pack was empty, so he settled on smoking from a brand new pack, right outside the store heβd bought them from.Β
Lars blew smoke rings in the opposite direction before turning his attention to Gavin and pushing off the wall. He didnβt particularly care for the redhead, especially after how hurt Erik had been when heβd left. Considering the day theyβd had earlier, though, he figured he at least owed the boy the courtesy of listening.
βWestergaard.β He nodded.Β βDidnβt realize I suddenly knew a member of the X-Men...No, I donβt have any problem with the kid. I was just joking around with Loki -- didnβt expect him to escalate it. Believe it or not, I wasnβt trying to be an asshole. If he wants an apology, Iβm more than happy to give it to him.β
Happy felt chills when Lars touched them. That always happened. Happy was one hundred percent hypnotized by Lars. So, as Lars healed them, Happy just stared up at him in awe. The healing itself hurt a little, but Happy was still so grateful for Lars.Β βLars, you are the most wonderful person who ever existed. You deserve so much and I will give you whatever you want in compensation.β Happy was still being dramatic, but it was true. They were willing to give Lars anything and everything.
Lars chuckled at Happyβs reaction, removing his hands from the otherβs throat now that he was done healing them. He appreciated their praise, though whether or not he deserved it was still up in the air in his mind.βYou donβt have to give me anything, Hap, but I wouldnβt object to some company for ice cream...if youβre feeling up for it, that is. Itβs pretty hot outside.β
Erik had decided to bake cookies for Larsβs birthday, and luckily, Lars had to go out and run some errands. At least, thatβs what he told Erik. The blonde just assumed that was code for meeting up with Happy. So, Erik wasnβt really expecting Lars back for a few hours, which means his plan would go perfectly.Β Quickly, getting out the things he needed, Erik put together and batch of his cousinβs favorite cookies, snickerdoodles. The recipe was so simple, Erik had memorized it ages ago, making the baking process much easier.Β
Once they were in the oven, Erik made his way into his room to tune his guitar. He hadnβt touched it in a while, in fact, he hadnβt really been playing much anymore, but he knew Lars loved it when they played together. Ding!Β The oven chimed just as Erikβs guitar was perfectly in tune. He set his guitar back on itβs stand and walked over to the kitchen to get the cookies out of the oven. He gently put them on a cooling rack, placing them in the microwave, hoping Lars wouldnβt see them until Erik pulled them out when he got home.Β
Checking his phone, Erik noticed that he still had about another twenty minutes or so before Lars said he would be home, so he decided to take hop in the shower. Just as he was getting out, he heard Lars come through the door, calling out his name.Β βJust a sec, Lars Bars. Iβll be right there.β Erik quickly got dressed and met his cousin out in the kitchen.Β
Upon seeing all the ingredients for cupcakes, Erik burst into a fit of giggles.Β βYou got β and I β cupcakes and cookies.β The blonde tried to say while laughing, but he realized Lars probably didnβt know what was so funny. Making his way over to the microwave, Erik pulled out the tray of cookies.Β βHappy Birthday Lars Bars.βΒ
Lars was...well, he certainly wasnβt expecting this. He was caught so off guard that the only reaction he could think of, in his shocked state, was to just lie down on the kitchen floor. Erik had made cookies while he was out, and here he was, ready to make cupcakes. Wait. Erik made cookies. That got him back up and on his feet in no time flat.
βThank you. Erik, youβre the best cousin ever. What did I do to deserve you?β He asked, reaching over and grabbing a snickerdoodle off the tray. Sweet Jesus, they were soft too?! The blond was so happy he could almost cry, not that he ever would. At least, not publicly. He hadnβt let anyone see him cry - happy or sad tears in almost ten years now.
βI -- do you still wanna make cupcakes? I didnβt know where the cupcake tray was, so I just grabbed the mixer because I figured we could start and then get the tray. Or we can save the cupcakes for another day. Up to you.β
Slumped over the chairs, Happy couldnβt believe how terrible the feeling was. Their throat was sore and stinging from their mistake. Happy was always going hundreds of miles a minute so the fact that they burned their throat wasnβt really surprising. However, Lars was their best friend. If it was up to Happy, they would be around Lars 24/7. They could be watching TV and Happy would think it was the most enjoyable thing theyβve ever done.Β βLars Bar!β Happy groaned dramatically.Β βI donβt think Iβm gonna make it. Help me.βΒ
βDonβt be so dramatic.β Lars teased, rolling his eyes and moving closer.Β βIβm here now, so no thereβll be more pain for you. This is probably gonna feel a little weird -- almost like Iβm choking you, which I promise I wonβt -- are you ready?β He didnβt want Happy to feel uncomfortable in any way, on top of the pain they were already feeling from burning their throat. His grip wouldnβt have to be too tight on Happyβs throat to heal it, but still, it wasnβt the most comfortable either.
Lars had gone grocery shopping earlier in the day to pick up everything heβd need for cupcakes, including icing, sprinkles, and those little baking cups. He personally didnβt understand the appeal behind baking, but it was something Erik liked, so heβd decided to give it another try. Maybe heβd enjoy it more with Erik by his side.Β
He knew his cousin was in the apartment, so he could just yell, though he didnβt really like to. βErik!β He called out.Β βCome to the kitchen -- I have something I need your help with!β While he waited for the older boy, he started setting out the ingredients. He wasnβt sure exactly where the cupcake tray was, but he knew they had one. At least, he was pretty sure they had one. No, they definitely did. He was looking around the drawers by the oven when he heard footsteps getting closer, so he settled on grabbing the mixer first. Heβd let Erik grab the cupcake tray or tell him where to find it.
βSurprise!β He half-shouted as he jumped back up to his full height.Β βI thought we could make some cupcakes together!β @hysterikalsnow
MACI smiled when she heard her best friend call out to tell her that he was coming to the door. the blonde stood there and waited patiently for lars to answer and when he did, she gave him a smile before laughing as he had to stop the door from hitting the wall.Β β nice one β she teased with a laugh. when she heard his nickname for her, maci couldnβt help but roll her eyes.Β β are you ever not going to make fun of me for my height? β
Lars pretended to think about it, before shaking his head.Β βNo, probably not. Itβs too fun. Consider yourself lucky I havenβt tried to use you as an armrest yet.β He teased.Β βAnyways, cβmon in, you know where everything is. Do you want anything to drink?β
To say that Happy was rarely embarrassed was an understatement. They didnβt care about how they appeared to anyone. So much so, that even in the most embarrassing situation, Happy just moved on from it like it was no big deal. This was no exception. Happy let out a screech of pain after drinking the tea they had ordered. It scalded their throat and they were almost sure that the tea had burned their vocal cords right off. Immediately, they pulled out their phone and called Lars. He was the only person who could make this right.Β βLars. Help me. I think I burned my vocal cords right off and this is the worse thing imaginable. Iβm in my kitchen alone. Well, not my kitchen, the castle kitchen to be exact and I think Iβm going die. This is terrible!β
Lars had to bite back a laugh -- this was serious. Sure, Happy was probably over-exaggerating just a bit, but nonetheless, they were hurt. βDonβt go anywhere, Iβll be right there.β Outside of his family, Happy was the number one person Lars would drop everything for. Fortunately, the blond wasnβt really up to much of anything to begin with, so he was out the door in seconds. His outfit wasnβt the most suitable for running -- never run in jeans -- but it was best if he was quick, and the walk/run to the castle wasnβt exactly short. Once heβd arrived at the castle, Lars had to confirm his identity with the guards, which took a few minutes, but then he was running through the hallways until he found himself in the kitchen.Β βCβmere, Happy Meal.β
