Later, when Eirikr went after the Seiðmaðr and Magnus told him to watch the Finn while he had some things to think about, Berwald stepped out of the bushes and appeared next to the shocked Tino.
“Oh, hi. I’m afraid I don’t quite get your, um, culture.”
Berwald thought long and hard about how to put in words that he knew—that he was well aware that the Finn knew of Magnus’ plans (but of course he knew, he was so intelligent, and perceptive, and smart!), that he had just been playing with Leiknir and Eirikr as well (that’s why he’d been laughing—oh, how adorable he was, how playful!) and that he’d just told them through hints (he ran out of flattering terms related to his thoughts, so he trailed off to and he’s very, very hot). He thought, and thought, and, unsurprisingly, what finally managed to come out of his mouth was a non-committal sounding “Hm.”
They looked at nothing in particular in silence, until Tino said, “Say, Berwald—can I finish bathing?”
Berwald happily tagged along, not even trying not to look at the Finn’s naked butt.
***
Back to their tents, Leiknir put his clothes on, but he still felt naked—and he liked it. He even contemplated masturbating, something he had pretty much never thought about before. Oh, wow. He felt great.
His brother came to him and asked him what was up, and he barely suppressed a supremely cheesy “my dick is up, that’s what”. Ah, that was something Magnus would say.
Oooh, Magnus. Leiknir bit his lip. Where was he? His eyes could use some of that rippled chest and strong legs—what was this sudden urge to howl? It didn’t matter; when he saw the man, he was going to eat that meat—he was going to be the Freyja to his Óðr (or viceversa, and gods did that thought set his loins on fire), and he was going to care very little about being argr or whatever and—
“Brother? Are you well? N-not that I was spying or anything, I just, um, casually saw that you ran away from Titi—I mean, the Finn, and, uh, what is it?”
“Where’s Magnus?” Leiknir coughed. His cheeks were turning red, and he licked his lips. “I need to speak to him”, he added, however not continuing the sentence aloud with about having him bang me against a tree like Ragnarök is tomorrow.
“Um. I don’t know. Shall I go looking for him? Do you want to rest? I… I know you didn’t want to do this, Leiknir, it was hard for me, too—“
“Yes. Yes, look for him. And bring him here” so I can seduce him like Loki seduced Svaðilfari. Well, maybe with less bestialism, but to fuck all the same. Again, he did not finish the sentence.
Eirikr nodded and, after putting on his clothes again, ran off.
Magnus sat in the water and brooded. In a puddle nearby, Berwald and the Finn splashed each other like three-year-olds, but he felt no desire to join them at all. He was gloomily contemplating his reflection in the water, for once feeling not all that good. He didn’t even want to be naked, which was quite the rare occurrence, but he didn’t want to go back to the camp and bother Leiknir.
A hint of shame crossed his brow. He had forced Leiknir to do this, to unman and shame himself . He could not face him now—he wouldn’t until this entire affair was settled.
And it appeared as though he would have to settle it himself. He needed those powers—they would give him and his family (as he thought of them) the necessary strength to prove themselves in front of all other tribes; that would allow Berwald to gather a squad and gain territory, and it would allow Eirikr to prove himself a grown man, and it would allow Leiknir to practice Seiðr without being wrongly judged, as were their wishes.
He thought briefly about what he would do. Well, seduce the Finn, of course, that was the most sensible and logical approach—but how? They had shown him a beautiful girl and he hadn’t reacted, which meant that he didn’t like women, so hiring one was out of the question. And Leiknir was the hottest guy he could think of to seduce someoneand his efforts had been fruitless, as well.
He briefly considered if there was a physical possibility not to be attracted to anyone, but quickly dismissed that as nonsense. No sex? How would that even work?!
The only thing that occurred to him was that maybe Leiknir hadn’t been the… right kind of male. He was roughly the same size as the Finn—hardly a thumb taller—with fair, smooth skin and long, silky hair, thin-limbed and handsome in a somewhat delicate-looking way. Magnus liked all kinds of hot guys, but maybe the Finn, who looked rather small and frail himself, preferred them bigger and wider.
Stroking his braided beard, he tried to come up with a solution to the problem. After a while, he realized that the only way to finally seduce his little secret weapon would be to send…
Himself. Obviously. If you wanted something well done, then you had to take matters into your own hand—the same applied to slaughter, haircuts, and handjobs, after all!
Magnus, somewhat more motivated, rose from the waters with a fierce grin.
End of Chapter 2 (friggin’ finally)
Notes:
The Finns totally took advantage of the magical-powers-thing: they sold magic items to foreigners. Also, the Finnish creation myth is crazy as hell: as Fin said, there was this virgin who didn't want to be a virgin anymore so she got down and dirty with the wind and the ocean, both at the same time (yes, this is specified in the Kalevala) and became pregnant with Väinämöinen (familiar? Himaruya probably took the name from there :D), who then proceeded to stay in her vagi--I mean, uhm, womb for SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS because there still was no earth to be born on until a duck put 7 eggs on his mom's knee, which then fell off creating stuff. So when Väinämöinen popped out, he was a 700 year old wise man with a beard. I swear I'm not making this up.
Now for the viking genitalia jokes! (I have been waiting to say this sentence all my life). The midgard- or wolrd-snake was a giant snake that could envelop the world itself. (Yeah, that was a lazy one. Don't judge me.)
Mjölnir is Thor's hammer... which got bigger if he took it in his hand, and he could enhance its powers by rubbing it.
"Axe wound" is a common slang term for the coochie--uh, pardon, the vagina. "Toothless-dwarf-mouth" is supposed to mean the same--i. e.,fish taco (STOP ME)--because dwarves have beards, and classy ladies have pubic 'fros.
Freyja & Óðr: Freyja was the goddess of a bunch of stuff, including sex. Óðr was her bedmate.
Ragnarök: apocalypse.
Loki & Svaðilfari: (Don’t picture Tom Hiddleston during this. Just. Just don't.) Loki turned into a giant mare to, um, distract an architect’s stallion so he couldn't build. Spoiler: sex. And Loki bore an 8-legged horse. Which Thor, in an act of massive douchebaggery, claimed for himself (because it's totally okay to use your buddy's son as a mount, right?)
Yeah, I think that's it. Sorry for all that DenNor--I don't know where the heck that came from. I'm somehow totally in the mood for it. I hope you’re still reading!
From my phone. Also from the ER. My life is so exciting. Please forgive the lateness and the lack of my usual enthusiasm, I am very tired. Will comment on the illustrations later, when I'm at an actual computer.
As always, I love this <3 I love how awkward Norway is here, and don't worry about the DenNor, I enjoyed it, too. I have a feeling Norway's not gonna be too happy about Denmark attempting seduction next~
And how Sweden is the only one who can tell that Finny is totally faking this all. And how Ice is still crushing on him. And all the mythology references (I actually knew the thing about Loki, but hadn't pictured Tom Hiddleston in those particular circumstances until you told me not to. Thanks xD).
Ending on brooding!Denmark was a nice touch. I can see him being like that occasionally, when unobserved by others. (But of course it's still Denmark... Slaughter haircuts and handjobs, pfft xD)
Oh god, OP, what did you do to end up in the ER? ANd don't comment on the illustrations. I got, er, experimental with the sketch-cross and the faces turned out kinda weird--for the next chapter I'll go back to my old style, sorry xD
I'm glad you liked it! I somehow took to brooding myself (I wasn't in such a cracky, humorous mood, which is probably why the chapter suffered what seems to be a sudden change in genre), but I'll get away from that (thinking is bad) for next chapter.
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Of Finnish Trolls and Seductive Vikings: Chapter 2b [5/6]
(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)“Bu… but what… I…” he stammered.
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Berwald hesitantly touched his shoulder.
Tino blinked at him.
“Oh, hi. I’m afraid I don’t quite get your, um, culture.”
Berwald thought long and hard about how to put in words that he knew—that he was well aware that the Finn knew of Magnus’ plans (but of course he knew, he was so intelligent, and perceptive, and smart!), that he had just been playing with Leiknir and Eirikr as well (that’s why he’d been laughing—oh, how adorable he was, how playful!) and that he’d just told them through hints (he ran out of flattering terms related to his thoughts, so he trailed off to and he’s very, very hot). He thought, and thought, and, unsurprisingly, what finally managed to come out of his mouth was a non-committal sounding “Hm.”
They looked at nothing in particular in silence, until Tino said, “Say, Berwald—can I finish bathing?”
Berwald happily tagged along, not even trying not to look at the Finn’s naked butt.
***
Back to their tents, Leiknir put his clothes on, but he still felt naked—and he liked it. He even contemplated masturbating, something he had pretty much never thought about before. Oh, wow. He felt great.
His brother came to him and asked him what was up, and he barely suppressed a supremely cheesy “my dick is up, that’s what”. Ah, that was something Magnus would say.
Oooh, Magnus. Leiknir bit his lip. Where was he? His eyes could use some of that rippled chest and strong legs—what was this sudden urge to howl? It didn’t matter; when he saw the man, he was going to eat that meat—he was going to be the Freyja to his Óðr (or viceversa, and gods did that thought set his loins on fire), and he was going to care very little about being argr or whatever and—
“Brother? Are you well? N-not that I was spying or anything, I just, um, casually saw that you ran away from Titi—I mean, the Finn, and, uh, what is it?”
“Where’s Magnus?” Leiknir coughed. His cheeks were turning red, and he licked his lips. “I need to speak to him”, he added, however not continuing the sentence aloud with about having him bang me against a tree like Ragnarök is tomorrow.
“Um. I don’t know. Shall I go looking for him? Do you want to rest? I… I know you didn’t want to do this, Leiknir, it was hard for me, too—“
“Yes. Yes, look for him. And bring him here” so I can seduce him like Loki seduced Svaðilfari. Well, maybe with less bestialism, but to fuck all the same. Again, he did not finish the sentence.
Eirikr nodded and, after putting on his clothes again, ran off.
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***
Magnus sat in the water and brooded. In a puddle nearby, Berwald and the Finn splashed each other like three-year-olds, but he felt no desire to join them at all. He was gloomily contemplating his reflection in the water, for once feeling not all that good. He didn’t even want to be naked, which was quite the rare occurrence, but he didn’t want to go back to the camp and bother Leiknir.
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Of Finnish Trolls and Seductive Vikings: Chapter 2b [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)And it appeared as though he would have to settle it himself. He needed those powers—they would give him and his family (as he thought of them) the necessary strength to prove themselves in front of all other tribes; that would allow Berwald to gather a squad and gain territory, and it would allow Eirikr to prove himself a grown man, and it would allow Leiknir to practice Seiðr without being wrongly judged, as were their wishes.
He thought briefly about what he would do. Well, seduce the Finn, of course, that was the most sensible and logical approach—but how? They had shown him a beautiful girl and he hadn’t reacted, which meant that he didn’t like women, so hiring one was out of the question. And Leiknir was the hottest guy he could think of to seduce someoneand his efforts had been fruitless, as well.
He briefly considered if there was a physical possibility not to be attracted to anyone, but quickly dismissed that as nonsense. No sex? How would that even work?!
The only thing that occurred to him was that maybe Leiknir hadn’t been the… right kind of male. He was roughly the same size as the Finn—hardly a thumb taller—with fair, smooth skin and long, silky hair, thin-limbed and handsome in a somewhat delicate-looking way. Magnus liked all kinds of hot guys, but maybe the Finn, who looked rather small and frail himself, preferred them bigger and wider.
Stroking his braided beard, he tried to come up with a solution to the problem. After a while, he realized that the only way to finally seduce his little secret weapon would be to send…
Himself. Obviously. If you wanted something well done, then you had to take matters into your own hand—the same applied to slaughter, haircuts, and handjobs, after all!
Magnus, somewhat more motivated, rose from the waters with a fierce grin.
End of Chapter 2 (friggin’ finally)
Notes:
The Finns totally took advantage of the magical-powers-thing: they sold magic items to foreigners. Also, the Finnish creation myth is crazy as hell: as Fin said, there was this virgin who didn't want to be a virgin anymore so she got down and dirty with the wind and the ocean, both at the same time (yes, this is specified in the Kalevala) and became pregnant with Väinämöinen (familiar? Himaruya probably took the name from there :D), who then proceeded to stay in her vagi--I mean, uhm, womb for SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS because there still was no earth to be born on until a duck put 7 eggs on his mom's knee, which then fell off creating stuff. So when Väinämöinen popped out, he was a 700 year old wise man with a beard. I swear I'm not making this up.
Now for the viking genitalia jokes! (I have been waiting to say this sentence all my life). The midgard- or wolrd-snake was a giant snake that could envelop the world itself. (Yeah, that was a lazy one. Don't judge me.)
Mjölnir is Thor's hammer... which got bigger if he took it in his hand, and he could enhance its powers by rubbing it.
"Axe wound" is a common slang term for the coochie--uh, pardon, the vagina. "Toothless-dwarf-mouth" is supposed to mean the same--i. e.,fish taco (STOP ME)--because dwarves have beards, and classy ladies have pubic 'fros.
Freyja & Óðr: Freyja was the goddess of a bunch of stuff, including sex. Óðr was her bedmate.
Ragnarök: apocalypse.
Loki & Svaðilfari: (Don’t picture Tom Hiddleston during this. Just. Just don't.) Loki turned into a giant mare to, um, distract an architect’s stallion so he couldn't build. Spoiler: sex. And Loki bore an 8-legged horse. Which Thor, in an act of massive douchebaggery, claimed for himself (because it's totally okay to use your buddy's son as a mount, right?)
Yeah, I think that's it. Sorry for all that DenNor--I don't know where the heck that came from. I'm somehow totally in the mood for it. I hope you’re still reading!
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(Anonymous) 2013-04-25 03:13 am (UTC)(link)As always, I love this <3 I love how awkward Norway is here, and don't worry about the DenNor, I enjoyed it, too. I have a feeling Norway's not gonna be too happy about Denmark attempting seduction next~
And how Sweden is the only one who can tell that Finny is totally faking this all. And how Ice is still crushing on him. And all the mythology references (I actually knew the thing about Loki, but hadn't pictured Tom Hiddleston in those particular circumstances until you told me not to. Thanks xD).
Ending on brooding!Denmark was a nice touch. I can see him being like that occasionally, when unobserved by others. (But of course it's still Denmark... Slaughter haircuts and handjobs, pfft xD)
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-06 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)I'm glad you liked it! I somehow took to brooding myself (I wasn't in such a cracky, humorous mood, which is probably why the chapter suffered what seems to be a sudden change in genre), but I'll get away from that (thinking is bad) for next chapter.