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a-d-nox · 29 days

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can you please make more synastry observations and asteroid ones too pleaseee? i miss you they were soo entertaining to read

working well together in synastry and composite

i'm going to work off of what i already have posted (no asteroids discussed after this post will be included or added after the fact). finally, i would like to state that NO TWO CHARTS ARE THE SAME. what i am about to list out does not mean you will for sure need these exact things (or all of these things) to be shy, nervous, and/or anxious around one another. if you don't understand my thought process, feel free to dm me with questions!

libra (7°, 19°) or aquarius (11°, 23°) venus/mars and/or 7h libra (7°, 19°) or aquarius (11°, 23°)

these two can be partners in crime and great colleagues; very little gets in the way of them accomplishing a task. they have a sort of dance they do when working together - they don't need to communicate to get the work done.

7h venus

this is great if you guys work together long term - it is like having a co-ownership at a business or partnership at the same firm. venus person loves 7h person and 7h person looks at venus person as if they are their true equal.

11h libra (7°, 19°) or aquarius (11°, 23°)

this is just very easy alliance and partnership. these two cooperate well with one another.

11h venus

these are allies - it is a ride-or-die connection that these two have it is very rare that either person will turn against each other. venus person will treat 11h person as their only friend, while 11h person will be extremely loyal and wishes to help the venus person to be the best version of themselves possible.

11h neptune

this is one of those unlikely alliances that just end up working well together. neptune person sees 11h person's vision and wants to help them come true, while 11h person sees the beauty in idealist and optimistic neptune person.

11h uranus

these people are unstoppable; they will do whatever it takes to make it happen. 11h person see eye to eye with innovative uranus person. uranus person likes that 11h person is great at having the connections it takes to move their projects forward.

armstrong (asteroid 6469) positively aspecting aldrin (asteroid 6470)

these two can go where no one has before - they are willing to do what people have never attempted before. armstrong person relies on aldrin person to be the brains of the operation, while aldrin person relies on the armstrong person to do the heavily lifting. together they are comfortable trying new and improbable things.

donar (2176) / thora (299) positively aspecting loke (4862)

these two will attempt to fool the world around them. donor/thora person is often talked into something silly/foolish by loke person. loke person is the mastermind of the project, while donor/thora person is the muscle power to make it happen.

prometheus (1809) positively aspecting athene (881) / pallas (2)

together these two can create something amazing. prometheus person creates the bare bones of their project, while athene/pallas person breaths life into it and gives it character.

vergilius (asteroid 2798) positively aspecting dante (asteroid 2999)

vergilius person will protect dante person at all costs. vergilius person is a sort of guide, confidant, and sage for dante person. dante person looks up to and greatly appreciates vergilius person. together they can traverse even the most difficult terrains.

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underragingwaves · 1 year

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Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Word count: 2.1k Warnings: none, though if you dislike modern AUs (or flower shop AUs) this is not the best fic for you Written for: day six of the @vikingsevents Vernal Equinox event, which featured the picture prompt that I used in the above banner. A bit later than I'd hoped, but couldn't force the muse into trying this new pairing (Ubbe/Thora) before it felt right!

She’s quite aware that she’s staring. Or, well, pausing her fingers between the congratulations and get well soon cards as the man ducks his head and enters the space behind the counter. Thora thinks it might constitute as staring, what she’s doing, eyeing this man up and down like that, but she’s never been good at hiding her interest.

“Can I help you?”

She shifts from foot to foot. “Depends,” she hedges, trying to stare at the balloons on the congratulations card rather than at his long braid that swings back and forth while he walks. She’s acutely aware that she’s failing this attempt to not stare at the man in front of her rather spectacularly. Draws a deep breath and squares her shoulders. “I really want a cactus or something. Some big ugly fuck-off pointy thing, you know?”

To his credit, his eyebrows barely lift in surprise at that description. “Right,” he hums. The corners of his too-blue eyes crinkle just a little while his voice deepens on the next question. “You want a card to go with that?”

“Sure”– she picks the most juvenile balloon-having one and tosses it onto the counter –“I’ll take this one.”

“Might be tricky to attach that to a cactus,” he admits, not quite touching the card but definitely registering its perky congratulatory presence by the way his mouth quirks up into half a smile. “Especially one of those, what was it, big and ugly fuck-off pointy ones?”

“Do you have any alternatives that go with the message congratulations on being the most insufferable and miserable bastard I have ever met?”

“You don’t want a cactus for that.”

“I don’t?” One of her brows arches at the immediacy of his response. It’s as if this request is something commonplace to him, judging from the way he smiles and the assured manner of his motions. “I thought it’d be appropr–”

“Some people love cacti. Or succulents, for that matter. Message like that, you’re going to want a bouquet. Something with tricky flowers. Something that looks pretty enough.”

“I don’t want pretty,” argues Thora.

“Oh, you do”– he chuckles, moving out from behind the counter and picking his way through the crowded space that’s filled with plants of all kinds –“if you want the message to sink in. Coming?”

“How am I,” she groans, tiptoeing after him and trying not to focus on the relaxed line of his very broad shoulders, “going to let that sink in? I want this asshole to be miserable about it, not put that bouquet in his scummily large apartment or that asinine white space of a corporate office and forget about the message...”

“Been to both, have you?”

“Not by choice,” she hisses.

“Ah. You know, Ivar is one of those people who like cacti.”

That makes her stop dead.

“Excuse me?”

“My baby brother. The one you’re mad at.”

She actually, damn her pride, takes a step or two back at that. Can see the family resemblance now if she squints at those bright blue eyes a little too long, though the eyes of the man before her now look infinitely softer and kinder than Ivar Lothbrok’s eyes ever did. Thora huffs out a breath. Hugs herself as the man almost seems to make himself look smaller in the space they share.

“How’d you know?” she whispers.

The man shrugs. “Town like this? Either they’re mad at Ivar, or they’re mad at Finehair.” A pause. Deliberate. Weighing. “And Finehair doesn’t keep white office spaces.”

“And you… are still…”

“Going to help you pick those flowers?” he asks, already reaching for flowers she doesn’t know the name of and deftly plucking ferns out of hitherto unseen places. “I think he deserves to be congratulated, don’t you? These flowers will be fine.” His grin, fleeting, is almost shark-like. “Some might be prickly. Skin irritants, even”– he chuckles, undeterred by such things thanks to the dark gloves he wears –“and they start to reek after a few days. He’s got a business trip coming up. When he gets back…”

“… his whole space will smell like garbage?”

Ivar’s older brother’s got the audacity to wink at her. “Are you on board?”

She finds herself grinning back. “Oh yeah.”

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Next time she’s in Aslaug’s Florals, she actually knows enough about him to be able to greet him by name.

Ubbe looks up at the sound of her greeting long enough to nod at her before he turns back to the book in front of him. Neat rows of black, written text and numbers seem to pop off the white of the pages while his pen hovers over the next line. A small frown creases his brow as he carefully crosses a number out, then writes another close to the margin.

“Bookkeeping?”

“Fucking tax season,” he grunts.

“Filed mine last week,” she says, shivering at the memory. “Don’t trust a bookie to be able to make heads or tails of the ink orders, so I spend a weekend just pouring over the numbers myself. Hassle.”

“Yeah. You an artist?”

“Tattoos,” she explains, letting her sleeves roll back a little to reveal the intricate braided designs on her wrists. “Got my own shop down on Hedeby Road. Hole in the wall, really, but it’s good like that. Not a family business like yours, though.”

He leans back in his seat. “You’ve been asking around, huh.”

“Imagine my surprise”– she hums –“when nothing blew back on me. When all I got in the mail was an unsigned card addressed to the anonymous benefactor that said Ivar hasn’t slept in his own place for at least a week.” Thora puts both her hands on the counter. Leans over it long enough to catch the smell of ink and herbs. “It could make a girl wonder what happened between an older and a younger brother, as I’m sure you’d agree…”

His gaze shutters. “Learn anything interesting?”

“Loads.” She shrugs. “Not my business, though. I’m here for another bouquet.”

“I’m technically closed for business.”

“I know,” she says, nodding at the sign on the window and at the unlocked door that allowed her entry anyway, “but this is a slight emergency. Not every day your best friend finally leaves her asshole of a husband and shacks up with a woman instead.” She grins. “I was thinking an it’s a girl!-card for her?”

“Gunnhild likes snapdragons.”

“And orchids, but those won’t hold in a vase.”

“Björn hates cornflowers,” he hums thoughtfully, setting his pen down on the counter. “I might just send him those with a condolences card attached.”

Thora sniggers as his smile becomes almost conspiratorial. “You’re not so bad, Ubbe Lothbrok,” she decides, flushing slightly as his gaze fixates on her. “Wanna help me pick some flowers?”

He nods. “Might as well, tattoo girl.”

“It’s Thora,” she informs him as he rises to his feet. “You should probably call me that, given that we know all the same people.” She tries not to chew on her lip while he keeps staring at her. Fails miserably, if the warmth in her cheeks and slight sting of her lip is anything to go by. “Do you think Ingrid will like the flowers, too?”

“If she doesn’t, it’s no skin off my back. Doing this for Gunny. She’s good folk.”

“Yeah,” agrees Thora quietly, “yeah, she is.”

She decides she definitely likes Ubbe when he quietly goes to work on Gunnhild’s flowers. He is not one of the bragging types that have filled her life so far, though the plants and flowers he keeps are rumoured to be among the best in all of Norway. There’s something of a gentle touch to his fingers as he snips away a branch there, plucks a flowering stem out of its water, arranges the bouquet in such a way that even the few included roses do not cause any harm to one’s fingers.

On occasion, he will murmur something about a plant or herb as he works on it. Will greet it, even, with a soft touch that belies the spider’s web of tattoos and scars that litters his lower arms. Thora finds herself following the lines – the stuttering, halting, unclean lines as much as the fresher-looking sharp edges – and colors in a warm flush when she suddenly finds him looking back at her.

She’s certain he almost says something. Almost calls her out on the fact that her gaze was creeping down to that little patch of skin right above his waistband that seemed shaded in a blue color.

Thora doesn’t know if it’s a good thing that he keeps silent instead.

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She’s gone back to his shop twice. Once for a get well soon-bouquet for Amma, who’d been nursing her pride and a broken cheekbone after making Hvitserk teach her boxing, which had made Ubbe laugh out loud for the first time she’d met him because that girl can’t keep anything alive. He’d made her a bouquet anyway, all sprigs of rosemary and thyme, and told her to spend her money on better things next time. She’d smacked his arm and told him Amma is better things, flower-killer or not, and he had smiled like she’d just entrusted him with a secret.

The next time, as it turned out, had been her just needing an art reference because someone had come in demanding a patchwork of flowers on their arm. It had been the time she’d been in Ubbe’s shop the longest, chugging down coffee after coffee while sketching out numerous flowers and leaves, listening in on his easy but brief conversations with customers and finally hiding out in the cramped room behind the counter while Ivar had stomped around the shop long enough to be a nuisance.

It’s always been her going to see him. It has never been him coming to see her.

Until now.

“Flowers?” she asks, holding the bouquet aloft as she squints against the sun, mesmerized by the way the yellow of the flowers interplays with the blues of the sky. There’s a tattoo in that, if she tries to make it work, but she doubts these are meant for such a purpose. “To what do I owe this… dubious pleasure?”

“You cannot call it dubious,” he points out, “just because you buy people flowers for weird occasions.”

“They weren’t that weird.”

Ubbe’s hum is so carefully noncommittal that she almost screams to hear it. He’s good at this – keeping his voice level, keeping his face a careful and most inscrutable neutral – to the point where she can hardly tell what he’s thinking about any of it at all. Thora supposes one would need to be, with a baby brother like Ivar who chips away at every visible flaw and a brother like Hvitserk who is all raw feeling on the inside.

It doesn’t make conversations with Ubbe easier to navigate.

“What’s the occasion?”

“There’s a card,” he says.

Thora lowers the bouquet. Squints at the thinking of you!-message perched atop a sunflower. “Thinking of me?” she repeats, flicking it open to see if its inside makes more sense than its outside. “Why would you think of me, I’m right here and… Oh. Oh!”

Coffee for two? is the carefully scrawled message, followed by the same x with which Amma always signs off her texts to her many flirts. Amma had once claimed she’d learned that from the best – a man she hadn’t dated, by her own admission, but one she respected – and Thora…

“You’re asking me out?” she hedges, torn between hope and disbelief. “As… as friends? O-or..?”

“I’m hoping more,” he says, ducking his head as a new sort of smile flickers at the corner of his mouth. Something softer, more private, more real than anything she’s seen from him before. “If you want to.”

Thora looks at her bouquet. Studies him over the tops of yellow and white flowers she’s yet to learn the names of. She can’t help the grin that is answer enough already, though she nods for emphasis as well.

“Coffee,” she says, “and then… a kiss?”

“Proper order of things.”

She whistles, low and daring, as her gaze unwillingly flickers down to his lips. “Right.”

“If I kiss you now,” he murmurs, voice softening to a near-purr, “we’ll never get that coffee…”

Thora’s head tilts. “We could… get that coffee some other time?”

His hand is warm against her cheek. There are specks of light in his eyes that dim as soon as his nose brushes against hers. “Some other time,” he agrees, and kisses her.

#vikings #vernalvikings #ubbe #thora #ubbe x thora #urwfic #idk we're trying new horizons here kiddos #they're very cute!

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