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fandomscompilation · 2 months

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The first time (Fjor Jutul x Pregnant!Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x wife pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, hormones(?), chaotic plot

About: The first pregnancy is always confusing. How will Fjor handle his wife's changing moods?

Requested: Yes, by anonim

A/N: Hi everyone! I took to cleaning my inbox. When I'm done with requests that's been sitting there for too long I'm back to my two series! Please enjoy this little piece and remember my requests are open!

The day was going slow for Y/N. Since early morning she was feeling nauseous and it brought her mood down. The house was empty making her even more depressed without anyone to talk to. But she understood that no matter her state the family had to work and go on with their lives. Especially now that she was carrying the first descendant of the Jutul family.

Y/N was looking through cabinets when the doors opened and the first person came back. She smiled at Saxa but didn't utter a word to greet her.

"How are you feeling?" Her sister-in-law asked putting her bag down.

"I'm fine." Her words weren't too convincing but the older girl let it slide knowing hormones were already acting up.

"Fjor will be home soon, he went to grab some things from the market." She said softly sending a smile to Y/N and left upstairs.

The room fell silent while the pregnant girl munched on some old cookies. She knew the habit of eating unhealthy had to go soon, but she still managed to sneak some snacks when her husband wasn't around to scold her. Ever since the pregnancy started Fjor was overprotective, annoyingly so. The baby was growing and so did the protective side of the giant. It was cute in a way, but when she was tired, with sore muscle and more problems came up in the daily activities, it started to feel a little suffocating. Not that she said anything to him outright.

"Honey, I'm home!" Y/N turned her head to see Fjor with bags almost spilling over with the food he bought.

"Hi." She smiled before giving him a welcome kiss, a routine they developed in the first year of their relationship.

"What did you do today? I hope you didn't tire yourself out." He asked with a warning tone making her huff in frustration.

"I spend the whole day on the couch." To prove her point she sat down in her old spot throwing the blanket over her legs. Fjor smiled walking up with couple of her favorite fruits.

"What did you eat?" He asked throwing his arm over her shoulder. Involuntary she relaxed into his side.

"Some toast and the soup you left me." Y/N mumbled starting to munch on her healthy snack.

"That's good, you want to have a bath?" He was already on the way to stand up when she pulled his arm back.

"No. I want to sit here." Her voice was weak and she hated the fact that even when she was frustrated at him she seeks his warmth and closeness.

"Alright. We can stay for a bit, but later on we're running a bath, yeah?" She nodded sighting and focused her gaze on the TV. Fjor was looking through his phone simply offering his arms to her. They spend a bit of time like this until Saxa came down again.

"Hey, I'm going to prepare dinner. Any special orders?" Her smile was soft but Y/N felt like a little baby that was fussy over her food. So simply shaking her head she went back to watching the TV, not wanting to start unnecessary fights.

"What about some steamed vegetables and chicken, huh?" Fjor asked leaving her side to help his sister. Y/N huffed standing up too.

"I'm going to take a bath." She said not waiting for their response.

She prepared herself a bath and soaked her body into bubbles. The soft scent of candles and the warmth from the water helped to calm her nerves and sore body. Y/N put her hands on the growing belly and did few breathing exercises to fully embrace the calmness. It was a tiring time for her, the pregnancy, the way everyone jumped around her and didn't let her be herself. Some days she felt like the family forgot her body was stronger than a regular human and that she knew what was best for her and the baby.

She was laying in the bath with her eyes closed when the doors cracked open.

"Hey the dinner is ready." Her husband's voice carried around the bathroom and soon she heard his steps. "Were you in the bath all this time? The water is starting to turn cold, come on." He said checking the water and extending his hand to help her out. She didn't fight but still wasn't to happy to leave.

"You know I can take care of myself right?" She huffed while he wrapped her in a towel.

"Of course, but I'm here to do it for you." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, but he still noticed the eye roll she gave him. "What?"

"You act like I don't know how to care of myself and the baby." Y/N could feel a slight sting of incoming tears in her eyes and it angered her even more, the fact that she wasn't in control of her emotions anymore. "You can leave me alone for the whole day, but the moment someone's home you all act like I can't decide what's best for us. I can cook and run myself a bath." She waved her hand at the bathtub to make him realize that she was fine on her own. "All of you act like I'm some fragile porcelain doll, and I'm not!"

"Baby please come down." Fjor said putting his hands on her arms but she shook him off and stomped away to put some clothes on. He followed into the room and sighted closing the doors. "Y/N, please."

"I tell you what pisses me off and you start with 'calm down'? I have every right to feel this way, Fjor." She snapped and he visibly flinched, since she never used his first name.

"I'm sorry. But you never said anything and we didn't think this bothers you." He frowned and embraced her in a hug to prevent her pushing him away again. "I spend my days in the office and once I'm back I want to take care of you. I didn't realize this could be a problem, love. But if it makes you mad then I can.. back off a bit?" She took a deep breath in and placed her head on his shoulder. She let herself stand there for a second.

"No more telling me what I should eat, or when I should take a bath, okay?" She looked up at him with her best puppy eyes and Fjor chuckled nodding.

"I promise." He said and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "But now we should really get downstairs and eat, because Saxa prepared dinner and didn't even let me touch a thing!" He huffed trying to lighten up the mood and he was happy to see Y/N smile.

"I think it's more because of your cooking skills, darling." She smirked leaving him behind gaping in shock.

"I'm a good chef!" Fjor protested following his wife while she laughed carelessly.

Maybe they were new to the situation and maybe Y/N still had trouble with communicating her problems, but he was ready to listen and provide as much care and love as she asked for. Because Fjor knew that this woman was the only one for him and he couldn't wait to have a smaller version running around. Even when it'll be pure chaos if the child will inherit their mother's personality.

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colossalcriminal · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request a Fjor x f!reader (already in a relationship) in which she discovers his real identity and at first she is scared of him and he doesn't want her to be, but in the end she accepts him and there is like angst then comforting fluff? I thank you a lot💙💙

Ancient History - f.j

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is forced to comprehend the truth about her boyfriend.

Content Warnings: Near break up, not proofread and it's short.

"I don't want to know what you are."

It was quite comical, how long it'd taken for her to realize her boyfriend's immortality. Hints were everywhere, from the pictures of his family throughout history, to the old artifact's in Vidar's office. "Y/N, please." He reached out, heart dropping when she stepped away.

In truth, she was afraid. In all the time they'd been together, Fjor had never once held any ill intent towards the girl, showering her with the purest love and the most thoughtful gifts, what'd changed?

"Please don't come near me."

His body went rigid at the quiver in her voice. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Please."

Plea falling on deaf ears, her tense frame did not ease. "How do I know that?"

"Because I love you, Y/N."

"We could never work."

Eyebrows furrowed, Fjor cocked his head at her statement. "Yes, we could. We can make this work." He practically begged.

Tears threatened to spill, burning sensation engulfing her waterline. "How? I am going to grow old, and you're going to stay like this. Young, and beautiful!"

He knew there was no reasoning with this, after all, she was right. He took one step closer, relieved when she didn't recoil. "Stay with me anyways."

"That's not fair."

"But I will protect you, forever. I'll do anything you want me to do."

He took her hands in his, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs across her hands. Y/N cracked a minuscule smile. "You'll make me look like a cougar."

The boy laughed at the jest. "Really? I'm over 700 years old."

"I didn't know I had a thing for older men."

Their giggles died down as she finally gave into his embrace. "I'm going to take care of you." She nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too, Fjor."

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rosequartzloves · 3 years

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kjære Fjor Jutul x Reader Fan Fiction

Fjor Jutul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,163

Contains: lots of fluff! <3 some kissing, brief mentions of self image issues

You stare at the dark oak ceiling of your bedroom of the small cabin in Edda that you shared with your only but bestest friend. You never needed that much company in your life, you and Mania had been friends since you were young, shy teenagers who hated pretty much everyone and everything. She had always understood you and you had always understood her. Surprisingly, you shared most of the same interests. Yet there was one certain difference between you two. You have always been a hopeless romantic with high expectations of a relationship like the ones you read about in books - but Mania was the kind of girl who went for men old enough to be her father - literally - as she was currently spending her spare time sleeping with Edda’s biggest business man. You, however, found his son more endearing really. Fjor Jutul was in some of your classes and let’s just say you had taken a liking to him. “Y/n!” Mania’s voice hit you like a slap in the face back into cold, harsh reality. You slowly haul yourself out of bed and slip on some fuzzy socks before heading downstairs. ‘Hi my love! I brought back some pomegranate for y-” she stopped as her eyebrows raised and her eyes instantly turned sympathetic. She noticed your sad expression as soon as she looked at you. You had both always had that trick with each other, you could never hide your emotions from each other. “Whats wrong, my darling?!” Her voice was thick with worry. You close your eyes for a few seconds before exhaling heavily. “I-I just… I feel so ugly, Mania…” you confess as she interrupts you, “but you’re so beautiful! You spend too much time in your room these days. It’s getting to your head. Why don’t you head out on the mountains with Boo? Edda is beautiful at this time of year!” You pause, perhaps Mania had a point. “Maybe… let’s have some coffee first.” You reply softly.

Boo’s hooves left marks in the snow. He was your favourite horse. You had always had a strong connection with him and sometimes it felt like he could honestly sense your emotions. The cold nipped at your nose and cheeks, giving you a blushed look to your face. You smiled to yourself as you caressed Boo’s silky fur. You looked around at the scenery. The snow, the dark green trees, the beautiful mountains. It was incredibly infatuating. It burdened you that the Jutuls were killing such a beautiful place, you had moved here to escape the industrialism and thick polluted air of your home city, just to find that the place you had finally felt like was a good home to you was being ruined by an entitled business man. It was more bitter than sweet to think about Edda now, and you felt ashamed of yourself as you liked Fjor Jutul, the ringleader of this mess’ son. No matter how much denial you were in, or how much you lied to yourself, you could not deny the feelings you had for him, and recently they were getting harder and harder to ignore. “Y/n?” you could recognise that voice anywhere. Speak. Of. The. Damn. Devil. You roll your eyes before you turn your head. “Fjor?” you say, your confusion apparent by your tone of voice and the expression on your face. He did his classic smirk as he looked down for a brief second before pacing towards you and Boo. “Horses in these mountains?” his smirk slowly spread into a smile, “aren’t you worried it will get hurt?” you stuttered as you were confused as to why all of a sudden Fjor Jutul wants to start a conversation with you in the middle of the mountains. “He.” you correct him “Not it. And I am perfectly capable of looking after Boo, although I appreciate your concern” you reply monotonously, although your refusal to look him in the eye was perhaps giving away your slight flusteredness. Luckily, the cold mountain air had already blushed your face, otherwise that may have given it away too. Fjor simply laughed, almost mockingly, “Boo? Of all names that you could give to such an elegant horse you choose Boo? Are you some sort of disney princess, y/n?” He teases. “Since when are you anybody to judge what I name my Boo? And he is elegant isn’t he?” you smile at Boo and caress him gently again, still refraining from making any eye contact with Fjor. “Anyway… can I help you with something?” Fjor stared at you while thinking for a few moments before shrugging. “I don’t know… can I not try to get to know you without having to answer a series of questions?” he asks in a sarcastic questioning tone. You roll your eyes before finally locking eyes with his. “I don’t know, Fjor. How come you have never gotten to know me before now? I’ve been living here for nearly two years.” You reply, slightly bitter, the built up tension from feeling down all day was slowly coming out a little as you climb down from Boo. He walks towards you, inching closer to your face now. “I don’t know” he almost whispers deeply, “I guess I’m an idiot for that, huh?” he stares deeply into your eyes, for a second it feels like he can see your soul and you turn your head away, uncomfortable with the amount of closeness between the two of you. It felt like your heart was going to go into overdrive and your face was burning, despite the low temperatures of Edda. “Don’t look away from me, y/n. You’re too beautiful for that.” He says, not so mockingly anymore as he brings his hand up to your face and gently turns your head to face him again, before bringing you into a slow, passionate kiss. He keeps one hand on your face, gently stroking your cheek while kissing you and pulls you closer to him with his other hand, wrapping his arm around your waist. You shakily wrap your arms around him and sink into the moment. You feel your stomach practically burst with butterflies, and all your worries and doubts seemed to be sucked out of you. He toys with a strand of your hair, still kissing you. You pull away quickly, “w-wait!” you exclaim. “What’s wrong, kjære?” He says softly, his arms still wrapped around you. “I-I don’t know if I’m ready to-” you express in worry. “Silly girl, what do you think I am? A monster? I’m not like Oscar or the others, no need to worry, kjærlighet.” you smile in relief, sinking into his arms as he pulls you into a hug. “Now, lets go take Boo home” he laughs after saying Boo, “and get some coffee, hm?” He smiles at you and you nod happily as he kisses your forehead.

authors note: this is my first real fan fic so it’s probably bad and i’m sorry in advance >.< hope u enjoyed reading this nontheless! <33

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ozai-the-bonsai · 4 years

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Would you guys be interested in reading a Fjor Jutul x OC fanfiction? I have been researching and working on my characters for the past few days, now I’ll be moving on to the plot and I just wanted to know if there are any eager Ragnarök fans here wanting to read. If so, tell me!

EDIT: I’ve starting posting it, check my page out!

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beyondthescenes37 · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ragnarok (TV 2020) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fjor Jutul/Saxa Jutul Characters: Fjor Jutul, Saxa Jutul Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Pseudo-Incest, Sibling Incest Summary:

He is hers again, and she is his. As it should be. (post-Season 2)

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m-adp-each · 3 years

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in the process of writing one of the fanfiction. really, what could be brighter than black?😂😂😂

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poppy-in-the-woods · 4 years

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So, I'm writing a Ragnarok fanfic. As some of you may know, I am Spanish, so I usually write in Spanish and then translate it to English. Do you want me to post the original first and then the translation or both at the same time?

#ragnarok netflix #ragnarok #netflix ragnarok #ragnarok 2020 #fanfiction #laurits seier #magne seier #fjor jutul #saxa jutul #ran jutul #vidar jutul #turid seier

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sublimegiverunknown · 4 years

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Can we post fanfiction on here? If so I have a Fjor and Gry Fanfic I want to share on here with the Ragnarok fans.

#Ragnarok #fanfiction #fjor jutul #GryIsungset #romance #netflix

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marsconer · 8 months

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#oc fanfiction #ragnarok netflix #magne seier #laurits seier #fjor jutul #saxa jutul #marisol alvarez

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fandomscompilation · 2 years

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Safe heaven (Fjor Jutul x Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Reader

Requested: YES, by anonim (prompt 25)

Warnings: Reader being a little shit, teasing, blood and murder mentioned

About: Reader tries to have as much fun as possible with the new information of Fjor's real nature.

A/N: Welcome everyone! This request made me smile and writing this was even better. I hope you'll enjoy this little fic as much as I do. Enjoy! And don't forget to request!

Giants and Gods were only a myth for you. You believed in them as a child, but with age you saw them as fairytales just like any other person. They were the past.

But now, as a girlfriend of one, you believed in them. You believed in every story you heard as a child. It seemed that everything could be possible now that you knew the truth.

When Fjor showed you who he really is you didn't feel scared. Shocked? Yes. But you could never fear him. You saw him at his worst and he never made you doubt his promise of keeping you safe, so you had no reason to change your point of view.

It came as a surprise to Fjor. He was prepared for the worst option, that you'd leave him and won't look back. But the moment you touched his cheek with your tender touch he felt exhilarated.

You kept on asking questions about his life, about all the myths and legends. You wanted to know everything from his perspective, someone who lived through all of it. And Fjor couldn't be more grateful to have someone who truly loved him, no matter his form.

Soon, you went back to your life as it was. You easily accepted the fact of being with a Jotunn and went back to just enjoying free time with your boyfriend.

"Can you come here?" Fjor asked with his voice muffled by the pillow. He was exhausted and went straight to your bed after work. You let him rest, while doing some work of your own.

"So you could kill me?" You raised your gaze from the papers and kept a natural face to play a bit with him. He looked to you squinting.

"I want to bloody cuddle." Fjor almost growled, already irritated that you weren't by his side. You chuckled walking to the bed.

"No blood involved, please." Your smirk made him roll his eyes. He finally caught up to your teasing. You crawled next to him and immediately he had you wrapped in his arms. "You're going to suffocate me."

"Shhh.." He mumbled closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. You always had this effect on him, just holding you close and feeling your warmth allowed him to relax.

"Are you going to stay the night?" You asked after few seconds. He hummed tiredly, sleep already clouding his senses. "I should text Laurits then, so at least someone will know who they have to look for."

"What are you on about?" Fjor mumbled looking down at you.

"You know, when you slit my throat at night." You tried hiding your smirk, but he still noticed the change.

"You little shit" He hissed before moving his hands over your ribs. You chuckled trying to get away, but he held you close and began tickling your sensitive spots.

"Stop!" You breathlessly shouted through the laughs.

"It's a good way to go don't you think?" Fjor teased going at you again. Your laugh filled the room.

Those moments were the ones you cherished the most, because it allowed Fjor to be just a boy. He could relax and be goofy with you. You hoped to be his safe heaven as long as time would allow.

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colossalcriminal · 3 years

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Understood!💚 then my request would be: Fjor and Reader are in love with eachother, but they don't know the other feels the same.

At some point a dude flirts with Reader and Fjor gets jealous and protective, he makes the guy go away and then confesses to Reader? And then possibly a kiss.

Thank you💚💚

Green with Envy - f.j

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Fem!Reader

Summary: It takes a lot of courage to admit you're in love, but a lot more to admit you're jealous.

Content Warnings: Jealousy, slight possessiveness

Fjor had never experienced the odd feeling bubbling in his chest, his eyes locked on the sight of his best friend, giggling and smiling with some classmate of hers.

The movement of her hand brushing over Erik's bicep wasn't pleasant, if anything, it made the already huffing teenager nearly turn green with envy. Despite his internal rage, he patiently waited for Y/N to finish, his finger tapping away at the restaurant table. He was hungry, and jealous, and dying to get her to sit down and order already.

His annoyance got the best of him when he found that the gleeful interaction wasn't going to end anytime soon. With heavy feet and a clenched jaw, he made his way towards the pair, startling Y/N when he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Hello, Erik." Fjor greeted, a sardonic smile on his lips.

Erik's mood had seemed to glum. "I think it's time to wrap this up, no? I'm sure Y/N is starving, aren't you, Y/N?" He looked at her expectedly.

She pursed her lips, nodding slowly. "I guess so. Erik and I were just talking about-"

"Yes, sounds wonderful, he best be on his way now. Bye, Erik."

With no choice, Erik slowly backed out of the restaurant, daring to send Y/N a sweet smile when she waved at him sympathetically. "What was that about?" She deadpanned, watching Fjor plant himself back onto his chair.

"I'm hungry."

"You scared him off because you're hungry?" She quirked a brow, arms crossed.

The boy shrugged. "You were taking too long."

With a scoff, Y/N refused to sit down. "We were literally talking for two minutes." Her eyes lit up in realization. "Were you... Jealous?"

His reaction was all the confirmation she needed. "What? Of course not, why would I be jealous? That's ridiculous. Haha."

"You were totally jealous."

Fjor stood, their chests inches apart from one another. "I wasn't jealous." He nearly whined.

The girl smirked, knowing this side of him was only present with her, she readjusted his jacket. "It's okay to be jealous, but you really don't have to be."

Their eyes were so intensely gazing into the others, he searched her features for any sign of sarcasm or jest, he found none. "Really, and why not?"

She grinned, glad his confident persona had returned. "Do I really have to say it and risk expanding your ego even more?"

He feigned offense. "I don't have an ego." Y/N giggled, their quips slowly dying down as his smile faded into a thin upturned line. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you."

"And you're in love with me."

Rolling her eyes, she hit his chest. "Way to ruin a moment."

Fjor chuckled, catching her wrist, slowly interlocking their fingers. "Fine, fine. I love you, happy?"

"Very." She responded, looking up at him with half lidded eyes as his head tilted down, soft pillowy lips meeting her own.

The kiss had been surreal. There were no butterflies in their bellies, none, they knew each other. They didn't need butterflies to solidify any feeling for the other, it was romantic enough without the thought of fireworks going on in their minds.

It was perfect.

"Are you going to order, or not?"

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starsandlittlebats · 4 years

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What’s The Colour Of Fury?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24325285

Words: 1708

Summary: When Magne turned up at the warehouse and told her and Fjor to run, she hadn't thought twice about dragging Fjor to his car and doing exactly that. But now what?

Notes/Warnings: Cursing, ALL the angst, post season one, Fjor x Gry

Gry was shaking. It had started in her hands and no matter how hard she gripped the steering wheel, she couldn’t conceal it. Although Gry wasn’t sure it mattered if she had successfully managed to hide it or not - by how limp Fjor was in the back seat of the car, Gry would be shocked if he even noticed.

Her mind was still whirling at a thousand miles an hour, trying to make sense of what had happened, but she kept coming back to Fjor’s burning orange eyes. Had she hit her head? Had she hallucinated? Fjor wouldn’t really try to kill her, right?

Gry shook her head violently and slammed down hard on the accelerator, gritting her teeth. There was only one place she needed to get to right now - once she was there, she could sort through this.

“Fjor, I’m taking you to a hospital, okay?”

There was a sudden movement behind her, a hiss of pain and then Fjor’s hand was on her arm. The glance she risked towards him revealed his eyes were pleading.

“No,” he groaned, “no hospital. Please - that’s the first place they’ll look.”

“What do you mean? Who’s going to be looking for you?”

“My - ah - my family.”

“What?”

But Fjor had already collapsed back into the seat, eyes glazed over as if even holding himself upright for a few seconds was excruciating.

“Just - there’s a cabin up the mountain - ten minutes drive from here - no one knows about it. We’ll be safe there. Please. ”

Gry swallowed and yanked the steering wheel hard to the left, the sharp u-turn slamming her against the door. What the hell was she doing - Fjor clearly needed the hospital. But the look in his eyes was so desperate and his panic so infectious that Gry herself felt the anxiety setting in. When she’d dragged Fjor over to the car after Vidar had shown up at the warehouse, she didn’t exactly have a game plan - but this seemed as good as any.

She was so lost in thought that she almost missed the person wandering up the path ahead and Gry’s eyes widened as she recognised Laurits’ signature smirk. There was no time to question why he was now blond or rocking a dress as Gry slammed on the breaks, realising too late that she’d forgotten to strap Fjor in. She winced at his bark of pain, but was out of the car and beside Laurits before the car had even finished moving.

“Gry? What-”

“Laurits! Oh my god, you need to get to the warehouse on Adelers Drive - Magne’s there, I think he’s going to get hurt -”

At the mention of his brother, Laurits’ eyes sharpened. He gripped her arm.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down. What’s going on with Magne?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! He’s there with Vidar - I don’t think Vidar knows what he’s doing - they’re killing each other Laurits!” Gry knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t help herself, “I got Fjor out but he’s in a really bad way. I just - I don’t know what to do!”

Laurits’ eyes flickered over to Fjor who was still limp in the back seat and the last of the smirk drained from his face.

“Shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, “shit. Okay, I-”

BOOM!

With a sound like the very air itself was being cleaved in two, a silver fork of lighting speared out of the thunderclouds that had been amassing overhead. Gry traced its path with her eyes, watching as it slammed down in the lower end of town. Near - oh god - near the warehouse.

And Laurits bolted; running as fast as he could in that dress and those shoes as if his life depended on it. Gry stared after him, taking one shaky breath and then another before climbing back into the car. Something was going on in this town and she didn’t stick around to find out what.

“Okay Fjor, where’s your cabin?”

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It had taken Gry half an hour to reach the cabin. The road to it was filled with potholes and cracks, and even though Gry had driven it at a snail’s pace, it hadn’t stopped Fjor wincing in pain at every bump. At least he’d become more lucid on the drive up and if she was really honest with herself, Gry had never been more relieved in her life.

And at least she had been so focused on the tense drive there that she hadn't been able to linger on the events of the day. But now they were sitting in the living room, Fjor propped up on the sofa and Gry rigidly perched on the edge of the coffee table, it was all she could do to stop a full on anxiety attack. She gave a shuddering breath and placed her head in her hands. Fjor shifted forward until he could grab her fingers.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

“No, it’s not Fjor! I don’t know how you’re so calm; you - you almost died!”

He gave a grim smile, “But I’m fine aren’t I? Look, my shoulder isn’t even bleeding.”

Gry abruptly stood, wringing her hands as she paced the room. “And that’s exactly the thing! It should be bleeding! You got hit by a fucking hammer Fjor! And thrown by Magne of all people. But you’re fine - you’ve practically healed in half an hour.” Gry could tell she was spiraling but didn’t care. “What was that in the warehouse? Please - just tell me what’s going on.”

Fjor swallowed. Hard. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth Fjor. Please.” Gry glanced away as her voice broke on the last word before forcing a laugh, “It can’t be crazier than the day I’ve had.”

And this time it was Fjor who glanced away. There was a long period of quiet that dragged on for so long that Gry was half-convinced he hadn’t heard her before Fjor replied in a near-silent whisper:

“My family was going to kill you.”

“What?” Gry blinked, wondering if she’d heard correctly. Fjor just rubbed his face, still avoiding eye contact.

“I - they said it was either I could do it or Saxa would.” His eyes darkened. “And believe me, Saxa wouldn’t be quick about it.” Gry paused in her pacing - this had to be a messed up joke right? She let out a laugh but Fjor stayed silent, finally, finally meeting her eyes with a solid stare.

Slamming her hand over her mouth, Gry flinched backwards in horror, wincing as she slammed against the wall.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you were going to kill me?” Panic tore down her spine as she spoke those dreaded words aloud. Get out, get out, get out. Gry was shaking her head violently now, feeling behind her for a door handle. Fjor sharply stood, still clutching his shoulder -

“Gry, wait!”

“No, no, get away from me!” Damnit where was the door?!

Taking another step forward, Fjor reached out a hand. “Please, let me explain. Please Gry. I’m not going to hurt you - I’d never do that. Please. ”

And, damning her stupid, useless heart to hell, Gry paused at the pure desperation in his voice.

“Why would your family want to hurt me?” She whispered. The bolt of blinding panic had subsided somewhat, leaving exhaustion in its wake. Fjor just shook his head, collapsing back down.

“Because love makes me weak. Makes me human.”

“You - love me?” Shut up Gry, that’s not what you need to be focusing on right now. “Wait. It makes you… human? What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I’m a-” He hesitated for a second, before continuing in a rush, “A giant.”

“A Giant.” “You know, those evil Jötunn in the Norse myths - although I guess you can’t really call them myths.”

And despite herself, Gry relaxed, crossing the room to sit next to him. That… actually explained a lot.

“Fjor, did you hit your head when Magne punched you? Are you feeling okay? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“What? No, I know how insane it sounds - just, watch my eyes.”

Gry obliged, watching as Fjor winced and then blinked. The eyes that opened were a harsh, fiery orange and even the breath in her lungs stilled as Gry froze, some primal level of her recognizing that the stare was pure, cold predator.

“Shit,” she gasped, flinching back on instinct as Fjor blinked again and the colour vanished, leaving Gry mute.

“Please say something,” Fjor said after the silence had stretched on so long it had become uncomfortable.

“What do you want me to say Fjor? I just - I don’t know - this is too much. You - you were going to kill me. How do I know you won’t try to do it again?”

“Gry, I swear on my life, I’ll never do that again.”

And despite her best efforts, some part of Gry believed him. Fjor reached out as if to touch her arm, but his fingers hesitated just over the skin and he pulled back, head hanging low.

“And what if Saxa comes back? Would you attack her?” Gry’s voice was laced with sarcasm, bur Fjor answerd seriously anyway, eyes shadowing further.

“Yes.”

And Gry had nothing to say to that - this time she was the one avoiding eye contact. Her phone buzzed and Gry grabbed it, grateful for the distraction. A string of texts from none other than Laurits glared back up at her.

magnes gonna be okay

and vidar as well i think

wtf happened in the warehouse????

are u ok

is fjor ok

gry pls respond this is so fucked up

gry?????

“Vidar’s okay,” she muttered. Fjor’s face just tightened slightly as she set the phone back down. No, she could deal with Laurits later. “What are we gonna do Fjor?”

“I don’t know.” His voice was so hopeless it almost made Gry’s heart ache. Almost.

She bit the inside of her cheek and stared at him.”We’ll… we’ll figure this out together Fjor. It’ll take a while but… we’ll figure it out.”

Fjor opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, before closing it and choosing to gingerly grasp her hand instead.

And Gry let him.

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ozai-the-bonsai · 4 years

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Seiðr, Ragnarøk - Fjor Jutul

[7/7/2020 Edit: The full fanfic is being posted on Wattpad. Currently I have updated it with Chapter 24]

Foreword:

•We only get a little glimpse of Fjor in this chapter since this is the first one. He’ll be more active in the second one.

•I’ll keep the story on Wattpad, I’ll post the first few chapters here therefore I attached the story link (I am posting the chapter first on Tumblr so do not get confused if you just see the cast on Wattpad).

•The main characters Rosalinde and Sven are German, hence there are/will be some dialogues in German in each chapter with a given translation of course.

Enjoy :3

(Wordcount: 3134)

*1* Home Sweet Home, I Guess?

/2nd of March, Sunday/

"Wach auf, meine Liebe, wir sind fast gekommen." (Wake up, my love, we are almost there.)

Rosalinde Griebel opened her eyes slowly upon hearing her mom calling her from the driver's seat. She had been sleeping on the back seat since their last stop –it had always been easy for her to sleep while travelling with the car, especially when she felt annoyed and grumpy. After rubbing her eyes, she straightened and sat the middle seat with a yawn.

"All those language shifts from German to Norwegian still confuse me," Rosalinde muttered as she leaned forwards to turn the volume of the radio up. Then she sat back "I'm still having mixed dreams."

Her mother, Astrid, nodded as she casted a look at her daughter from the rear-view mirror "I know, sweetheart, it is the same for me, too. But when it's just the two of us, speaking German is like an instinct, you know?"

"Of course, we are German, after all. It is only our fourth year in this country." Rosalinde responded while reading a sign they passed by. Edda Municipality. She rolled her eyes in annoyance "In which we had to move for the second time because of you, Mutter." (-e Mutter = mother)

Her mother took a deep breath; it was as if she was sick of Rosalinde bringing up this very topic all the time "Do you really want to do this in the car? Argue with me for the fifth time today?" she asked, her voice was tired.

"Whatever, I'm still mad at you." Rosalinde spoke angrily as she crossed her arms on her chest and moved to the left seat, leaning the door. In fact, this time it was not her mother's fault –the hospital in Oslo, in which her mother worked as an anaesthesiologist, wanted her to be transferred to the one in Edda due to the doctor shortages. Still, Rosalinde was carrying a grudge against her mother because of forcing her to move to Norway when she was 14 and turning Rosalinde's life upside down. Therefore she was using this second moving as an excuse to remind her mother of that thing she would never forgive her for.

Not once she asked about my opinion, whether I wanted to leave my life in Germany behind. It was always about her, about her life. I never understood how she acted that selfish against her own daughter.

If it were up to me, I would have never moved to Norway –not that I do not like it here, Norway is an amazing country but I deeply loved my life in Germany. I loved every bit of Aachen, I loved my friends and I loved my dreams. And then one morning, the woman whom I call "meine Mutter" shattered all those dreams to pieces.

Rosalinde pushed her ginger hair away from her sight as her icy blue eyes focused on a large factory complex. The buildings were emitting too many gases, upon realising that she grimaced "Are they even allowed to emit all those gases? They seem pretty poisonous to me."

Her mother, who had ginger hair just like her daughter, frowned "I am not quite sure." she responded "But I rather not think about that."

Rosalinde shrugged "Have it your way." she murmured while she took her phone from her pocket. As she made the airplane mode off, a notification from WhatsApp appeared on her home screen.

Sven: Hey, sleepy head, are you up yet?

Rosalinde raised an eyebrow as her gaze drifted to the woman driving the car "Mom, how does Sven know that I have been sleeping?" she asked in a suspicious way.

Her mother chuckled while she took a left. They were starting to get close to the city centre "He called me to check up on you when you were sleeping –seems like your phone was off."

"You know I put it on the airplane mode when I sleep." Rosalinde said and turned back to her phone. Her nails with black nail polish were shining as she wrote the reply.

Rosalinde: Yeah, got my beauty sleep.

Sven: How do you find our new home so far?

Rosalinde: Idk, we shall see.

After five minutes, the car stopped in front of a small, blue coloured, triplex house. It also had a small garden, which was separated by the gardens next door with high bushes. Rosalinde and her mother got off the car and started carrying the boxes to their new house, during which another car stopped right after theirs. The first one to leave the car was a blonde, teenage boy. Rosalinde smiled as she saw Sven on her way back to the car to take the last box along with her luggage.

Sven approached her with a smile similar to Rosalinde's "Hey baby boy, you have arrived right on time." Rosalinde called Sven as she took the last box.

Sven rolled his eyes "What do you want this time, Lin?" he asked. It felt like he was coming across with similar scenarios a lot.

Rosalinde sent him a big, fake smile "It is your turn to carry my luggage."

After dropping the things at Rosalinde's house, the duo went outside to the garden. It was near 5pm and the weather was getting colder "It does not seem so bad, does it?" Sven asked, causing Rosalinde to look at him. His blue eyes were on her.

Rosalinde nodded "Well, for now, yes. The view is beautiful actually." she said, then smiled warmly at him "At least I have you with me here –I do not know what I would do if I had to leave my best friend behind once again."

Sven hugged her tight "I am glad you're with me as well. I would not want it any other way. We are lucky that both our mothers were transferred to the hospital in Edda." he said as he caressed Rosalinde's chest-length, straight, ginger hair. Sven's mother was an orthopaedic surgeon "Plus we left all those toxic people back in Oslo."

Rosalinde took a step back, leaving his arms "Toxic people are everywhere, dummy."

Sven rolled his eyes "Just for once, be a little more optimistic." he murmured "You do not have to be as black as the clothes you wear."

Rosalinde stuck her tongue out at him "I am being realistic; you can go live in your little utopia if you want."

Before Sven could snap back at her, the duo heard Sven's mother calling him "Sven, darling, come help us with unpacking!"

Sven smirked at Rosalinde "See you soon, neighbour." he said as he turned back to leave. The wind was messing his blonde hair.

Rosalinde rolled her eyes while she shouted behind him "Saved by your mother as always!"

"Go help yours already, Lin!"

***

It was past 7pm when Rosalinde and her mother were finally finished with unpacking. Rosalinde was lying on the grey couch in the living room, which was together with kitchen, as she scrolled in Instagram while her mother was searching for something in the kitchen. A few minutes later she called Rosalinde.

"Lin, do you want to hear the bad news?" asked the short, ginger haired woman.

Rosalinde didn't even lift her blue eyes from her phone "We have no food in the house and you want me to go get something, right?"

She heard her mother chuckle "Sometimes you make me think that you can actually read my mind." she said "Can you go to Spar and buy us some pasta?"

Rosalinde locked her phone as she slowly stood up "Nope, it does not work on you and you know that pretty well, Mutter." she said while walking towards the stairs "Any wishes as for the pasta?"

Her mother thought for a second "Penne could be nice. Oh, and buy a bottle of red wine as well."

Rosalinde nodded as she climbed the stairs "Can you take out my bike and unfold it? I'll change into something more appropriate –I can't go shopping with my pyjamas."

Arriving at the second floor, Rosalinde went for the second room in the row. There were four rooms on the second floor: the first one was her mothers, right next to it came Rosalinde's. At the right end of the floor was the so-called "hobby room", which was mainly used by Rosalinde when she practiced with her guitars –she had one acoustic and one electric guitar. On the parallel of Rosalinde's room was the bathroom and right next to it were the stairs leading up to the attic.

Opening the white, wooden door she entered her room. The walls were beige for now, she was going to paint them lilac later that week. In her room the first thing to see was her desk, which was at the corner, leaning the parallel wall. It was white, just like the door. On it were her laptop, a grey table lamp, some notebooks, a pen holder and a little cactus in a blue pot. On the wall, which was on the left side of her desk, three wall-mounted, white shelves could be seen. She had placed the snow globes she collected on the highest shelf, then came her candles on the middle one. The last shelf mostly contained random things that she couldn't find a better place to put.

Right next to the desk, a white bookcase with five shelves stood to its left. Only the upper two shelves were full, for that moment. Between the bookshelf and the bedside table was a window. Then to the right of the window she had her bedside table along with her bed, which was leaning the right wall of her room. The bedside table was light blue and had three drawers. In the first drawer she had her jewellery boxes and her hair pins, in the second one came her underwear and socks. The third one contained her pyjamas. On the bedside table she had a picture of her 14-year-old self, graduating from primary school in Germany. There was one other picture which was taken in Oslo the previous year, in which she was with Sven. Other than that she a clear jar that had an amethyst, a pinch of unused ground coffee and a handful of pine needles inside –which kept the negative energies away.

The quilt cover set of her bed was in a darker shade of purple, in addition she had hanged a dream catcher right above her bed. To the right of her bed was another window. Lastly her wardrobe was right next to the door, to its right. Yawning loudly, Rosalinde headed towards the grey wardrobe and took off her pyjamas, throwing them onto her bed. Then she wore a thick, maroon coloured sweatshirt and black, skinny, ripped jeans. As she took a look at herself at the mirror which was mounted on the outside of the wardrobe's right door, an unpleasant realisation hit her.

Argh, I have school tomorrow. And I am going to be the new girl. Again.

Putting her ID and some money in a small purse, Rosalinde took her phone and went downstairs. Her mother was waiting for Rosalinde at the door as she passed her daughter a black leather jacket. Placing the phone and the purse in the pocket of her jacket, Rosalinde wore her black Harley Davidson boots "Well, I'll be back soon." she told her mother.

"Sei vorsichtig, Liebling, wir sind noch ziemlich fremd in dieser Stadt!" her mother shouted behind Rosalinde as she mounted her bicycle. (Be careful, darling, we are still quite foreign to this town.)

Rosalinde did not bother looking back at her "Ich weiß, Mama!" (I know, mom.)

The ride to the supermarket was quite calming in fact. It took her approximately fifteen minutes and the weather was rather cold but she had always liked cold weather, it always made her feel alive and cleared the traffic of thoughts from her head. The streets were mostly empty, she had seen some cars here and there but it wasn't much. As she arrived at Spar, Rosalinde dismounted her bicycle and locked it to a nearby street lamp.

The supermarket was almost empty as well; the red-head quickly took a package of penne and a bottle of Chianti and headed to the cash desk. The cashier was an old woman with curly, grey hair and sharp blue eyes, which made Rosalinde feel uneasy in an unusual way. Upon seeing the blue eyed red-head, the old woman smiled as if she had known Rosalinde in person.

Not bothering to hide her frown, Rosalinde placed the things on the desk as she took out her purse from her pocket. The woman didn't ask for an ID while Rosalinde placed the pasta and the wine in a plastic bag "That's 237 krones." said the old woman. While Rosalinde was handing her 250 krones, their hands touched each other for a moment. The red-head gasped as the familiar feeling of being drawn into a vision surrounded her.

"You are a good kid." said the old woman to a tall, blonde boy wearing round glasses. As she smiled in an odd way, she raised her right hand –on her little finger she had two golden rings –to caress the boy's forehead. The boy gasped for air, his pupils widened for a moment, then returned to their regular shape. At the same time whispers in a different language could be heard.

"You are the chosen one, boy."

"Tor, God of thunder!"

"Innocent blood shall spill!"

"What was prophesised by the Völva thousands of years ago has come to occur –Ragnarøk!"

As the vision slowly let Rosalinde go, the red-head abruptly pulled her hand back. The old woman was eying her in a mischievous way. Quickly shaking herself, Rosalinde took the plastic bag and put her purse back in her pocket "You can keep the change."

Not daring to take another look at the old woman, the red-head left the supermarket at a trot. When she was outside, she took a deep breath in order to steady her mind and her heart, which was beating like crazy.

What the hell was that? And what is wrong with that woman? Argh, this town is beginning to annoy me already!

Should I tell mom about the vision I had?

No, not yet. First I have to see if I can interpret what I saw.

What brought Rosalinde back to reality was the sound of a whistle. After placing the plastic bag in the basket, which was attached to her bicycle, she turned back to look at the source. There were three boys leaning a black, 4x4 Volvo a few meters behind her. The one standing on the right had fair skin with brown hair and from what Rosalinde could make out, he had an attractive face. Next to him stood a blonde boy with his hair reaching his shoulders, he was slightly shorter than the brown haired one. The third one had dark brown dreadlocks at a level with his chin, he had dark skin.

Rosalinde raised an eyebrow in their direction.

The one with the dreadlocks called at Rosalinde "Hey, darling, are you from around here? 'Cus I ain't seen you before."

The red-head rolled her eyes at them as she showed the boys her middle finger and mounted her bike. She could hear one of them saying "Well, Oscar, seems like you've found a tough one here." while she drove away.

***

It was past 11pm when Rosalinde's mother came to her daughter's room, who was chatting with Sven "Meine Lieben, es wird spät und ihr geht zur Schule morgen. Ihr müsst schlafen." she said. (My dears, it's getting late and you have school tomorrow –you must sleep.)

Rosalinde was sitting on her bed crossed legged whereas Sven was sitting on the purple rug, leaning the bed "Mama, wir sind nicht fünf." the red-head spoke in an annoyed way. Sven chuckled. (Mom, we are not five.)

"Meine Mutter erwartet mich in einer halbe Stunde, Astrid, mach dir keine Sorgen." Sven responded with an understanding voice. The woman with ginger, shoulder-length hair smiled warmly at the teens and closed the door. (My mother expects me in half an hour, Astrid, don't worry.)

Rosalinde fell backwards onto her bed "I don't want to go to school!" she grumbled "The new girl process bores me."

Sven pushed a strand of blonde hair away from his face "I am not fond of it either but since we have no choice, just try to enjoy annoying everyone around you, Lin." the boy spoke "Except me, of course."

Rosalinde chuckled as she straightened, once more sitting on her bed "You know me way too well, Sven." she said while she messed his soft, blonde hair.

Sven pushed away Rosalinde's hand "Hey, hands off my hair." he muttered as they heard a scratching sound coming from behind the door. Sven laughed "Well, this was your call, cat mom.”

Rosalinde stood up reluctantly and headed towards the door. As she opened the white door, a grey Scottish Fold entered the room "You just could not stay downstairs, could you?" Rosalinde said and took her cat into her arms, heading to her bed once again.

"Is Valkyrie happy about moving to Edda?" Sven asked while he patted the cat. Valkyrie started to purr.

Rosalinde shrugged "I have no idea, she had been sleeping the whole day –including the car trip." the red-head responded as she raised the cat into the air to level its face with hers. Then she left a kiss on Valkyrie's nose, which in response jumped from Rosalinde's hold and fell on its four feet onto the floor.

Sven smiled "Somebody does not want to be loved tonight." he said while standing up. He moved to Rosalinde's desk and took his coat from her chair.

"Ah, it's just Valkyrie being grumpy like her owner." Rosalinde murmured, then raised an eyebrow at Sven "Leaving already?"

"I am tired, Lin –I wasn't the one who slept straight for two hours in the car." Sven said after wearing his coat "Meet you at eight?"

Rosalinde nodded as she watched him leave "Gute Nacht, kleines Mäuschen!" she shouted behind Sven. (Good night, little mouse!)

"Ich bin kein Mäuschen, Lin, hör schon auf!" Sven shouted back in response from downstairs. Rosalinde laughed, she had been calling him little mouse since they were sixteen to annoy him whenever she got the chance. The biggest reason behind it was the fact that Sven was afraid of mice. (I am no little mouse, Lin, give up already!)

I am so lucky to have a best friend like him.

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colossalcriminal · 2 years

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𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

here you'll fine the list of characters and fics i've written relating to ragnarok.

Stuck - Fem!Reader Fjor isn't happy when Y/N begins pushing him away, and intends on getting to the bottom of why.

Green With Envy - Fem!Reader It takes a lot of courage to admit you're in love, but a lot more to admit you're jealous.

Ancient History - Fem!Reader Y/N is forced to comprehend the truth about her boyfriend.

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colossalcriminal · 3 years

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Stuck - f.j

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fjor isn't happy when Y/N begins pushing him away, and intends on getting to the bottom of why.

Content warnings: Insecurities. allusions to smut which I can't write at all I just suck and it's super short.

Requested by @huazeleis

After being together for so long, one would think that Y/N would be used to the occasional few days in her and Fjor’s relationship in which they‘d drift apart. Somehow, the cycle continued and all efforts of communication had gone out the window, her spirit following soon after.

Stood at the bathroom sink, a toothbrush balancing between his teeth, she pursed her lips at his reflection in the slightly fogged mirror as she brushed out damp hair.

He was gorgeous in anyone‘s eyes and Y/N’s were not an exception, her gaze trailing up and down his bare torso, over toned arms and prominent collar bones. The thought of his beauty had made her physically sick, compelling her to lean over the toilet within seconds, heaving.

Fjor placed a concerned hand on the small of her back, tense eyebrow loosening when she sat back, no evidence of vomit present. “Don‘t tell me you’re pregnant.” He joked, hoping to alleviate the pressure of the quite atmosphere, his half baked plan failing when all he received was a nod. “Are you okay?”

”I’m fine.” Y/N got up, setting down the forgotten hairbrush on the countertop. “I won't be in tomorrow. I promised Laurits I’d help him.” She spoke, leaving the restricting bathroom, inhaling the seemingly fresh air of the bedroom.

With an arched brow, he followed her out. “Laurits? Help with what?”

”A project.“ She looked up, wincing at the familiar sight. “Please put a shirt on.”

Fjor narrowed his eyes at the new, and unlikely, request. “Why does it matter? We’re going to bed now, I’ve never slept with a shirt on.”

Huffing, she crawled under the duvet. “Because I can’t look at you right now.“ She stated, swiftly switching off her bedside lamp.

With a strong intent, he turned it back on. "Why?"

Y/N ignored her boyfriend, turning it back off and pulling the duvet over her shoulders. She watched his figure retreat with a frown, jumping slightly when she felt the bed dip and a slight tug on the covers. His hand found her waist, no matter how much she shifted under his touch, he hovered over her, back to chest.

She was ever so grateful for the darkness that enveloped them, her glassy eyes almost invisible. "Tell me what's wrong."

"No."

"I didn't ask, sweetheart."

Fjor leaned down, peppering light kisses on her shoulders, gliding up her neck and down to her collar bone, a devilish smirk emerged from his lips when she turned onto her back, allowing him access.

It would be a few hours later when Y/N found herself mulling over her previous thoughts, despite being in the arms of her lover. "Fjor?" She whispered, tapping his chest, earning a hum in response. "Do you love me?"

He popped an eye open, an almost judgemental glare piercing her. "Why are you asking?"

"You didn't answer the question."

"Of course, I love you!"

"Then tell me why!"

He tilted his head in confusion, tone softening. "Why what?"

Shaking her head, Y/N threw on the nearest shirt, rushing to collect her belongings before absentmindedly pointing her shoe at him as she spoke. "Why do you love me? Out of all the girls in Edda, you chose me."

"That's insane! And please, put the shoe down and sit."

She ignored his plea, only putting on the shoe. "For a while I thought, there must be a reason why he's with me. Sometimes we barely talk! And then it hit me, you're only with me because you want to feel human!"

Fjor groaned, covering himself as he placed his hands on her arms, planting her to the one spot. "I'm begging you to let me talk." All the anger that resided on her facial features had dissipated at the sincerity of his voice. "I love you because you're you."

She rolled her eyes, sighing at the ridiculous excuse. "Okay, that wasn't wording it right. Just, listen. Everyday I look at you and I think about how grateful I am to have you, and how you deserve so much better. I will always love you for you, for your beauty, your character, everything. I will always be grateful that you put up with me, that you make me feel loved and care for me."

A small smile bloomed on Y/N's face as she cradled his cheek in her hand. "You're quite good at that, Jutul."

He grinned at her newfound satisfaction. "Good, because it all came from the heart."

She feigned a gasp, pushing his chest away in a teasing manner. "Really?"

Chuckling, he shook his head. "Okay, okay. Come back to bed before I change my mind." The girl bit her lip, looking up at him with a infatuated study, kicking off her shoes as she pulled him down for a kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you, more."

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