#>RED/BLUE. || Childhood Crushes and Unspoken Desires.

[silentchamp]

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[losing-my-will]

Unspoken

Words: 3.786

Explicit/Mature

Warning: Menstruation talk.

A/N: I’ve created this monstrosity back in June whilst I was in the middle of one of my worst cramps. I don’t know why but it simply came to my mind. This drabble/one-shot heavily mentions menstruation; so! If you’re not comfortable with this topic I advise you to back off.  No smut, I’m not ready to write that stuff (even if I consumed it like crack) *I also want to believe that woman’s bleedings was treated as a taboo back in Berk*.

I want to apologize every mistake (grammatically) that you might find in this… thing. And keep in mind that English is not my mother tongue *laughs nervously*

Takes place in Rtte.  

Summary: She felt as her womb punches itself and her insides ripple apart, she senses the sick nausea, and the spinning surroundings. And through the suffering, she mutters her prays: “Thor finish this Hel!”

Indeed, he sends help.

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A bad odor wakes him up; raw fish flesh with a mix of chicken floods his nasals. Confusion crawl on his mind when, once again, the warm breath hit his face, sending the reek of animal’s guts. Though not the worst of the smells, if is compared with the inners of a yak, is not anybody likely first choice for a good-morning-slash-welcome-to-your-nose. True is the repugnance stirred him, and so he completely sat up on the wooden mattress.

The boy’s eyelids slide open and soon his whole vision field came occupied by a blue, scaly head, “Stormfly?” He greeted happy and confused at the same time, “What brought you here, girl? Everything okay?” he petted her snout looking for answers on those pair of anxious, yellows eyes.  

The dragon squeaked, and the boy soon recognizes; it wasn’t a good replied. His current visit started trotting around his room, like she was impatient.

“Is it Toothless?” Eyeing up his fellow friend to make sure he was there, he was; asleep on his rock, not affected by the tumultuousness. Confusion strikes again.

“No…?” the boy continue without understand the eagerness in Stormfly’s behavior.  There was only one answer left, but he doesn’t want to ponder in worry too much.

“Is it… is it Astrid?” He asks carefully. There’s no other reason her dragon would be in his hut. Astrid could have sent Stormfly to search him, like he did countless time with Toothless. Maybe she was stuck in a little trouble. He asks to the dragon, but the creature squeaked again with the same tone. “Stormy… does Astrid has a problem?” He insists.  

She cranes her neck to one side to another whilst stretching her wings, appearing done with his questions. This causes a sleepy Toothless growl in his sleep.

“Okay, okay. I got it. Take me to her.” As soon the words leave him, the dragon wrapped his slim arms with her talons. She takes a leapt and in no minute both were in the entrance of Astrid’s hut. Hiccup is still proud for this subconscious decision. Yes, he had his feelings for her well accepted and well evolved, but when he came to organized Dragon’s Edge, a tingling, distant voice on the back of his mind told him to put Astrid as close to him he could. And he obeyed, leaving it as a normal thing, she was after all his most trusty friend (alongside Toothless) she came as his natural second choice for an advice or simply company. Astrid was and will always be his second-in-command.    

So when the seriousness of this situation finally hit on him, his heart swells and in his stomach placed a sentiment of unease.

He hurried to the open door and hastily runs inside; all other thoughts disappeared except for the one and only coherent one yelling at him for a blonde with sapphire eyes.

“Astrid!” no replied… but whines, “Astrid?” he tries again.

In the heavy silence of the cold hut he distinguish vaguely, if his thoughts could shut up, feminine breathy moans. Hiccup blushes in an instant, “Ahh, Stormfly… why-why did you… brought me here?” The Nadder pushes him to keep going, but the boy was reluctant, “N-no. Girl, A-Astrid has no problem…. I think”

The dragon ignored him once again a proceeded on her insistence. Hiccup could only hold his breath.

‘Fine’

Hiccup conjured all kinds of Vikings songs to block the enticing noises coming from the illuminated loft, concentrate in their words and rhythm so he could hums them to himself while climbing the ladder.

The way up felt like an eternity, but he finally makes it. The sounds didn’t stopped though, so when Hiccup finished with the last steps and planted his metal food on the floor the auburn haired man covered his eyes in a swift move.

“Hiccup!” the maiden-shield shrieked.

“A-Astrid! I’m so sorry, so sorry, forgive me please. Don’t cut any part of my being! I already lost a foot. Stormfly practically kidnapped me and brought me here. I swear to all the gods I didn’t want to interrupt you!” the poor boy stammered like never before, flustered and ashamed and honestly scared to shit, it was just yesterday when he gladly sharpened Astrid’s axe.

It was long moment before any of the young adults said something, not even the crickets were heard. Then a rare bravery came to Hiccup, a boldness that for sure would sign the future of his maleness.

… Or so he thought.

He carefully unwrapped his palms away from his face, but before taken a few steps back just to be sure.  

The sight was… unbelievable.

Astrid Hofferson, best warrior of Berk, ideal shield-maiden with an aim flawless like any adult. Childhood crush and his second-hand. Stood in the middle of her loft on wobbly legs, with a shame imprinted across her beautiful face and her puffy, red eyes. Her hands cupped her crotch with a fierce grasp and… and her bare thighs were smeared in blood.  Thick, crimson blood; all way down to her glued knees. She wasn’t wearing her leggings nor her skirt. The clothes were thrown at the bottom of her bed aside with her metal shoulder pads that leave her only with her blue vest and nothing more, none wrist-covers to make her feel less naked.

“Hiccup” she whispers, a sob manages to escape mingled with her pleads. “Get out” she commands, but no authority stands with it. Another sob build up on her throat and the boy was motionless as a rock, “Hiccup, I said get the fuck off”

“Astrid-”

The girl seems like she find her strength within the mess her mind was at the moment, “What the fuck you’re doing here?”

“Storm-”

“Yes, I know! I heard you the first time”

“Please-” but he was interrupted again.

“Why are you still here?” she barks the question, expecting a quick answer so she could reach her axe and chop his head off. Tears sprinted out and furiously streamed down her flushed cheeks.

“You need help” was his last statement.

“I don’t need the help of anybody” she retorts with an angriness capable to make Stoick the Vast shiver.

With great courage, the Viking boy took two steps close to the young girl, “I heard you”

“Yeah? So your nosy being decided to come up as an intruder?! I’ve been dealing with this since I was twelve. Get out!”

Hiccup ignored all what she was saying, “No”

“Hicc-” she meant to scream at the annoying, stubborn handsome man who; with all good intentions wanted to help her- that she was fine and he could fuck himself. However, her body saw appropriated to contradict her words and make her bend over her belly, “Shit!” she screeches.

“Astrid!” he caught her before the shield maiden could land on her face, “See!” it was his turn to yell at her, “You’re not okay! Quit that attitude of toughness! And accept me!” thank to all the Gods above none of the two have the chance to see the double meaning his words could signify.  

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s never this bad-” another rush of pain cut off her apolitically sentence, the agonic yelp tore his heart.  

“This’s not the first time?” Hiccup asks with widen eyes. ‘How many times?’

Astrid shakes her head, “Mmf! N-no!” she struggles to say. Hiccup doesn’t need her to talk if she’s apparently suffering this much.

“It’s okay! It’s okay. Don’t speak, you shouldn’t-”

Nonetheless, the Viking girl was thick in the head just like every proud Viking, “Bath! I need a bath! Please Hiccup” The boy nods. In hope she’s not going to gash his limbs later, he picks her up with one arm holding her back and the other hooked under her knees.

“Astrid, cling your arms around my neck” he softly suggested.

“No” at the mention of such –very scandalous- idea, the shield-maiden spin her head towards him, horror clear as water in the blue of her eyes.

Hiccup tries with a reassuring smile whilst he explains, “Astrid, is for the better”

“How?”

“You’re uncomfortable in this position, you’ll not if you do what I tell you” Is not like he desires to see there like a lecherous creep, though probably that’s exactly what Astrid’s thinking.

“You know nothing” she claims.

“My lady, do you trust me?” Emerald locks with sapphire, sincerity pours over the two Vikings. Of course she trusts him, as much as he does on her. They rely in each other. They’d knowledge for a long time ago that, in the future- they’ll be connected in a level of intimacy above the current. But not yet. And Astrid was afraid of showing that vulnerability, or in general.

“Astrid…” the girl knew she had to do a decision, he was here to offer a hand, and she was more than aware that Hiccup wouldn’t harm her, nor physically or in the emotional ambit. Hiccup wouldn’t take an advantage not even if he were drunk. This bareness and taking-care matter was just for this one night. Just for tonight.

“Okay” she mutters.  

She slowly raises the only hand that protects her intimacy, revealing the source of the red patches now dried on the smooth skin. Her fingertips were too stained with the curious smelly blood.

“My Lady, don’t cry” Hiccup swept away the lonely tear running down with his thumb. Continuing as he wraps a blond lock and twirls it with his pinky; at the corny action Astrid can only giggle.

The first months on the Edge, the group and their dragons found a refreshing spring within the forest of the island, surrounded with big rocks and thick bush to give a better privacy to whoever ever comes there and takes a bath. It was like that for maybe the first six months, with the idea that winter didn’t hit strong in that zone; inside baths weren’t planned. And then the seven month came, they were surprised when a blizzard arrived full force; a unique in their kind.  

Hiccup instantly started the additional construction in all the huts. The first he made was for Astrid (for birthday occasion) a secret gift well hidden under the circumstances. “Hiccup, down the hall, left” Astrid guides. He knows where it is.

They stride down the ladder, with restless thoughts if this was a fantasy, if the Gods were just playing with them out of boredom. Stormfly was behind them, prepared for any duty she’ll be ordered to do. “Sit me on stool” Astrid says sweetly, “the buckets are under that table, they’re already filled with water” The boy smiles, she was responsible as ever. Every rider has to fill their buckets every night, so they’d have water equipped in any case during midnight. Astrid, Fishlegs and he were, as expected, the only ones who remembered.  

In the next minutes, Hiccup rolled up sleeves and started his task in prepare the bath following Astrid’s instructions. The Viking boy gush two water buckets onto the tiny wooden tub, and asked nicely to the blue dragon to light up a small flame underneath. Astrid sighs once she sees steam coming out.

“I think is ready” Hiccup proclaims when he takes out the middle finger he sank previously, confirming the water was heated enough not to burn her skin.  

“Good” she grins excited, desperate to disappear in the warmth of the object-of-her-relieves, though faltered when she felt a spurt. Astrid chewed her bottom lip to calm herself when anew tears treated to dart.

He notice her stiffness; “Astrid, It’s okay” He simpered.

“Hiccup- you know nothing” the shield-maiden gives up. For some reason Hiccup flinches at the disappointed tone in her voice.

“Not if you don’t explain me”

But Astrid clamped shut her lips, not wanting to slip any information. She resolute her inner angst and with a tired sigh rose from the chair, her hands were back to her loins.

“Wanna help?”

She shook her head ‘I can do this alone’. But four steps tell otherwise. Hiccup hastens towards the petite figure who shudders violently on the floor. “No” she pushes him away, trying for a second time.  

“Astrid, please” Both young adults wrestle for a moment.

Why it is so difficult to her? Hiccup questions himself while he seeks for that face contorted in a grimace of discomfort.  

Why he insist so much?  Astrid wants to guess.

“Wait right here” And leaves Astrid alone; kneeling over her own puddle and with an incredible soreness.  Without his presence by her side the shield-maiden surprisingly sees herself much smaller, unprotected… no, she has watched her back since her first axe was giving to her in her fourth birthday.  But this boy here… maybe she has to thank all the gods for this amazing human being by her side; who obviously tries to make the situation less rigid and less awkward, he’s here for her as a good friend, isn’t he?

That same realization makes Astrid talk, “Hurry up”

“Yeah, just�� looking… where do you put them? … Oh!”

“What are you doing?” Through the painful flex of her lower muscles she actually laughs. Hiccup’s good vibes sometimes can be very contagious.

“Cloths”

“Oh”  

“Yeah, uh. It’s just, that- well… a lot is coming out of you-”

“Shut up and help me”

“Yes, my lady” With a tenderness he only uses when training dragons- lays a hand on her shoulder blade and the right embraced around her narrow ribcage, both Vikings walked unceremoniously till the awaited bath.

“Don’t look” she snaps. Hiccup turns around; a crack in the opposite wall suddenly becomes more interesting. “Um…” lazy rustles are listens behind him, “I want to- fuck!”

He blushes, “Everything okay there?” How many times she had cursed this night? Well, Clan Hofferson is mostly known for their courage, loyalty, their fearlessness, have generation after generation where the majority born boys –a great (and half unpleasant) surprise in Astrid’s birth- had gave to Berk excellent warriors, and own quite the filthy mouth.

“Y-yes…just- just minor inconveniences”

“If you say so”

More movements combined with low whines and soft groans, more water shiftiness next to pleasure sighs, “Pass me those cloths you collected, please” When turning on his heel, Hiccup gape at the marvelous scene; Astrid in bindings, she had discharged her vest at some point. He shakily handles her the ragged pieces, trying his best not to graze not even his nail with her hot skin. Thankfully the ambiance has fogged a bit, blocking southern view of the tub.

The blonde caught his stare though, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “What?” he exhales.

“You don’t look like you’re okay” He shrugs as a reply, “Hiccup-!”

“Astrid you’re naked! Wait! Before you kill me” he quickly amends, rising palms like he is surrendering, probably at her mighty rage, “It’s hard to bear, uh… it’ll best if I go”  

“No!” she answers fast.

He halts, furrowing browns and taking further steps towards her, “You want me here?”

“First I want to thank you. Even if this situation is the weirdest, per say bizarre we’ve been together, I can’t ask for a better companion. I’m sure by now you’re conscious of the differences in my treatment with each one of you, and though I care for you all, I-” she sighs, “I trust blindly on you, Hiccup. You show me a possibility to change this world back then when I was only fifthteen. I kept your greatest secret and you confident me the craziest plan I’ve heard, even knowing I could you beat you up for putting your life in the line. I was one of the first and few to see your amputee leg and cure your charred skin … and look over your stump. So thank you, due I’m not allowed to ask the Gods for a better friend because it’s already here, I earned it and …” She beckoned him closer with a gesture of her wrist, “… It’s you”

He kneels besides the tub, fiddling inside the water to hold her hands, “You’re not dying, are you?”

She simpered, “No, Hiccup, I’m not dying” but she scowls, “I thought you knew about this thing. You are amongst us the most highly educated, ya’ know, being future chief and all that…” she waves it of letting her point settle, “… your education was far superior”  

“Exactly, I was educated to be a chief; oratory to refine speeches and geography to carry out the invasions those speeches spoke of”

“But your father never told-”

“Grandfather” he clarifies, “and his father, and his grand-grandfather; all who came before. I was instructed with old books”

“Still, he taught you to read and write at the age of four”

“Yes-”

“Meanwhile, my younger self had have to wait at her seven years old”

He chuckles, “I couldn’t do anything back then”

“Maybe advice your father” she growls and punches him hard.

“I wasn’t even aware” he continues laughing.

“Anyways, I did thought you knew about the blood moons”

“Well” he scratches behind his neck, “when my father gave me the talk of swords and sheds, he mentioned of a time in which men cannot touch woman”

Astrid nods.

“But you’re not going to bleed to death, are you?” His concern anchor a spring in her heart. He is so sweet to her. And Astrid hates when the throbbing grows with such a potent vigor.

“No. You can leave it, seriously. I’m good” and she smiles, “Gothi calls it Blood Moons, they last three to five days, and every woman has it”

“Is there a cure?” Before answering, Astrid burst in an uncontrollable attack of cackles- much to Hiccup bemuse.

“Once you reach the forties, for some reason” she shrugs, “Its stops”

“But you’re hurt”

“Not… quite. Symptoms are unstoppable bleeds, extremely hurtful cramps, swings moods, and more and more bullshit. It also stops when a woman gets pregnant, but comes back when the stage is over” while she briefly explains a sudden urgent to hide her body overwhelms her; Astrid conveys deeper in the water, her breast bindings dampening, “It’s just one of the many obstacles of being a woman. I’ve carried it since I’m twelve. I know what to do when this Hel whips in” she gives him the widen of her smirks, “I comfort myself with the knowledge that this’s just for a short moment”

“You said this time was worse” Hiccup scowls.

“Yes. Gothi once informed me that if I pressure myself too much in training sessions, exists a possibility that my cramps might be worst later”

“And as the stubborn Viking you are, didn’t listen to her”

“You think I’m gonna let this stupidity stalls me?” she spats.

“That’s certainly not you”

“Exactly!”

Both Vikings chuckles, Hiccup’s glad to see Astrid more relaxed, though still baffle that she let him in and care for her, “Thanks for trust so much in me. Even if you’re not entirely naked, I-”

“Confused? Because I’m not ripping you apart?”

He nods.

She shrugs, “I’m just happy. Now I can really say that I have someone who tolerates”

He was about to ask what about Ruff, but he doesn’t want a picture of the female twin bleeding on his brain now, “Perhaps you are wishing for your mother to be here”

“True, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll chose you out the equation”

Hiccup raised his head and thick brows at her. Have he heard well?

“I have to finish scrub. Could you do me favor?”

“Anything”

“Bring clean clothes. There’s a trunk in my room where I keep my stuff. You’ll find a green tunic in plain sight”

“Something else?”

“White bands” He gulps. She is practically asking for undergarments. Hiccup rushed stairs up, concentrating in what he was told; at least this solitude gifts a wee freedom for his thoughts. This whole night has been a perpetual incident after incident. Trust reaffirmed but unspoken words continue hanging between both dragon riders. Soon, he hopes.

“Here it is! Tunic and und- bands” He says whilst holding each in each hand. Water brackets around her toned legs as she shifts within the tub receiving her possessions with an appreciative glint in her eyes

“Thank you. Turn around, please”

“Yep”

A few minutes passes before Astrid finalize, “I’m done”

Hiccup confronts her again. A smile spreads over his freckled face. She looks so cute; soft and cute really, the tunic barely reaches her creamy thighs, and she had released her long, wavy golden hair from her usually eccentric braid. “You’re good, my lady?”

“I feel so tired, but I’m hungry too” explains resting her palms over her tummy.

“I got apples from our last visit to the Northern Market”

She beams, “You do?”

“In my hut”

“Oh, nah, I don’t wanna wait. I have better” She cocked her hip one side; her usual arrogance was coming slowly, but secured.

“What can possibly win apples?”

“Honey”

The pair smirks.

“You proclaimed it, my lady”

“Shut up, dork”

The young adults sat on the table situated close the hearth, which Stormfly has had lighted a while ago, thankfully.

“Listen, I’m gonna be blunt” she sighs, “I don’t think this is going to happen again, but believe me when I say: I’m so, so grateful to have you here. I owe Stormfly a lot”

“No, I’m not going to take you for granted when this night’s over if you think that. A friend’s duty is care for its friends; even if they’re annoying, or spits facts like no end or if they’re stubborn…” he trails it off and Astrid snorts, “I do wish you’ve told me this… particular problem before”

“Well, partially. Not yet”

“Of course, I didn’t intently push you, did I?”

Her bloody-pumping organ broadens once more, “May I hug you?”

He barely nods before he realizes having a shuddering blonde-headed figure within his lanky arms.

“Thank you so much, Hiccup” she whispers against his muscled chest. She thanked not only because she went lack of speak, but because this moments; briefs occasions- were so difficult to her. Her mother understood to a point, but Ingrid Hofferson taught her daughter to be stronger than that, and his father was unbeknownst as any other Viking male. Therefore, her silly mind thought the auburn-haired boy would ran as soon he saw her weakness. But she smacked herself for even let that cross her head; of all the things Astrid Hofferson had learned is that Hiccup Haddock was no traditional man. With that affirmation settling, she snuggled tightly to him.

That night at the Edge, two wild hearts fluttered together at a same tempo.

[jonogueira]

Áine.

Here’s the AO3 and the link to Moon Hair e Fire Eyes. I was listening to this while writing.

Chapter 28

Unspoken promises.

They lay there afraid to move, to go. This mission was full of memories for both. A demon, a powerful demon was causing havoc in a village.

Magical walls forming an unescapable cage, the whispers in the back of the mind, insinuations, seductive propositions. The only sanity came from the screams in the other room.

A tall tower, surrounded by blue outside and full in its interior. Walls blending with the grey clouds heavy with rage. The bright hot red contrasting with the pale cold faces resting on the floor. Opinions, thoughts and ideas magic on fingertips couldn’t bring back.

With a final deep inhale the body obeyed what the mind had commanded minutes before, contracting the muscles necessary to sit on the edge of the bed. Body letting armor wait.

The childhood dream of the holy order became nightmare. Long cold fingers around wrists, yellowish eyes with slit pupils.

The boring normalcy broken by insane hunger. The curse that kept them inside, was also the cause which was tearing the foundations down.

Observant eyes studying dust particles in the morning rays of sunlight. The ear listening to the music of nature outside. The vast outside, that first was scary, but now is an everyday blessing for those condemned to live inside suffocating walls.

Rough white fingers curling around bed sheet, making sure this was real. They were real. Turning head to let eyes watch the movement of chest under the blanket.

Looking down to allow their gaze to meet under crushing feelings of fear and will. The idea of not seeing golden hair or not hearing that chuckle again was overwhelming enough to blur the vision and have a sudden pressure on chest.

Hands grabbing edge of mattress and chin touching chest. The desire to feel the burning sensation of the damned blue liquid, granting strength to protect what the Maker had mercifully given and that was cherished at every possible moment.

Silent prayer on lips, begging for mercy and wisdom to stop the loved one from being harmed. Using skills, the Maker decided to grant for those who could shape the Fade to their will.

Burning sensation creeping up scarred abdomen, stopped when olive arms held naked torso, and hot hands were planted on cold chest.

Lips planting small kisses on top of sun-like hair.

Shaky calloused hand, bringing small fingers to kiss soft skin. No words could describe the feeling of having delicate, small and yet, combat tested body leaning against battle marked back. Nose pressed on nape, and breath sending shivers of desire down the spine, getting goosebumps and leading to an unrestrained moan.

Fingernails slowly traveling down chest, leaving rosy markings on skin. Partially open lips on the neck, reaching earlobe and closing there with teeth pressure. Cold magic on fingertips trailing open-mouth lips, chin and down to the neck.

Strong hand reaching back to mint scented curls, diving fingers in softness. Tilting head sideways, to give hot lips better access to skin. A primal sound coming from the chest when teeth are sunk into flesh. Raw desire throbbing on laced trousers.

Flushed skin on hot body. Changing position to be able to lock eyes on eyes, and lips on lips. Strong legs between feminine ones. Knees anchored on mattress. Palms on straight back. Skin taste on tongue.

Hands under warm thighs, pulling body closer. Hand on nape pulling for a deep kiss. Tongues circling each other. Unspoken promises being renewed through unspoken words.

Skilled fingers in search of stubborn laces, going down rigid abdomen. Shivers under determined will. Honey colored eyes open wide in surprise. Questioning mouth being shushed by lustful kiss.

A wave of pleasure washing tensed body when laces are finally undone, and hot magical hand circles the now free and fully rigid desire.

Inexperience clumsy working under tensed mind. Big hand grabbing small hand and teaching it how to use its full potential. Throaty moans among deep kisses.

Gentle hips rolling under lip bites. Fingers pulling blue hair back, to free space for tip of tongue. Pleasant bite on curve of neck when a wave of pleasure hits entire body. Strong hands going inside shorts to hold firm thighs. Fingers leaving shivers on their way to unexplored flesh.

A sudden halt of breath followed by a loud moan when finger finds wet clit. Eyes shut close to enjoy the moment.

Warrior’s eyes study the way the spy’s body writhe under playful finger. Templar body trembles under mage’s touch.

They lose themselves in the moment. They let their primal desire come to surface. Their only goal is to watch the other melt under their touch. The teeth bite the lip, one tongue chases the other, small hand works more vigorously, finger works faster and with more pressure.

Blue curls fly when head is jerked back. Fingernails are driven into shoulder skin. The eyes shut, and the mouth bites the lip but welcomes the other mouth. The body enjoys the newly found pleasure.

The erection is wrapped on confidant fingers. Hand works back and forth. The nape feels hot hand pressed on it. Fingers move to grab the sides of rolling hips. The kiss is broken when the body feels the wave of pleasure coming. Masculine hands squeeze waist, and delicate fingers run through yellow curls. Muscles tight before the final throb and a loud moan is heard in the room. The whole body trembles and they rest in each other’s arms.

A gasp escapes feminine mouth when the body is lifted from the lap; arms encircle neck to give balance to the couple.

They smile in each other’s mouth but laugh when fall to bed. They lay there in silence for a few moments, listening to each other’s breathing.

Mage fights heavy eyelashes while templar cleans the mess. Their foreheads are pressed together while fingers caress cheeks.

Commander pulls soldier from bed receiving an angry puff in response, followed by the gentlest kiss. A kiss that seals the promises they made each other months back. Promises of care, devotion, and protection.

The boy from Honnleath holds the girl from Kinloch. 

“Cullen…”

“Shhh!” – He hugged her and felt the blue curls wrap around his fingers. – “We’ll be alright.”

She nodded on his chest, and they started getting ready for the mission.

 Thank you for reading. 

I tried to do something a little different from what I’m used too, I hope it makes sense haha.

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EVAK CHILDHOOD FRIENDS/FRIENDS TO LOVERS!AU FANFICTION RECS MASTERPOST

Halla guys! 

So, after countless asks, I’ve decided to make a long-awaited masterpost dedicated to these two beloved au’s about our boys and kind of merge them into one. Unlike my usual masterposts, this one will be updated over time, so make sure to add it to your bookmarks if you don’t want to miss out on anything.

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics. My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”. Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

All the fanfics can be found under the cut. Have fun!

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ONESHOTS:

True or False by iriswests ★ Summary: Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively. 

Holy by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: It was a Wednesday when he first saw him. Isak thought he looked like one of his mama’s angels.

i don't mind, we have such a good time, my best friend by hippopotamus ★ Summary: “Isak, I need you to kiss me.” Isak would be lying if he said the words didn’t make his heart thump loudly in his chest for a moment. At least, they do before he remembers who it is that he’s talking to. 

In another life, my dear, by HeartbeatsAreMySymphony Summary: soulmates!au; They fell into the same rhythm as before, though this time, it was more boisterous: passionate. It was a secret they kept to themselves, and a part of Isak reveled in that: to have a world that belonged to only Even and himself. And, maybe, he was selfish— taking Even for himself when they both belonged to others. But it felt oh so right, that the guilt never lasted more than the length of his eyes flickering down to his wrist, then back to Even.

ten & twelve by fleurbleue Summary: 10-year old Isak doesn't like 12-year old Even being so tall (maybe he does, but Even and his ego didn't need to know that).

eleven & thirteen by fleurbleue Summary: Even has a fever, Isak plays doctor. 

i can feel the weather in my bones by EvenbechNeiheim Summary: Okay, and if those Penetrator hoodies were something—the Even sweater is the next big thing.The thing is, there’s a box of Penetrator hoodies. There’s only one Even and only one Even sweater. - Or, Isak and Even are childhood friends. There’s a boyfriend sweater and Isak is just desperate to wear it. 

To Burn With Desire by photographer_of_thoughts ★ Summary: “Um, Even?” “Yeah?” “Do friends kiss other friends?” Isak asked. Even looked amused again. “Sometimes." * Or, the AU in which Isak and Even are neighbours and Isak's father has a secret job that unintentionally helps Isak realize he's in love with his best friend.

the one with the prom video by thekardemomme ★ Summary: Even has been in love with Isak since they were younger, but he never intended for Isak to find out this way. 

you make my face red and my heart beat by empty_venom Summary: Alternatively: 4 Times Isak Asks Even About Hickeys (+1 Time They Get Their Shit Together).

seasons may change (but i love you) by kittpurrson ★ Summary: Three times Even and Isak share a bed platonically, and one time as more. 

you make my face red and my heart beat by empty_venom Summary: childhood friends!au; Alternatively: 4 Times Isak Asks Even About Hickeys (+1 Time They Get Their Shit Together).  

Nourishing Courage by colazitron Summary: Isak somehow finds himself part of the revue and Even helps him practice. 

you and me got a whole lot of history by everythingislove (narrylife) Summary: "You're going to be my best friend, Even." Isak decides, showing off his baby teeth with a beaming grin. Even opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it. The words have so much finality to them, and frankly, he doesn't feel like getting in trouble for making him cry. So he nods. "Best friends for life." He agrees.

CHAPTERED:

I’m Not A Baby by cuteandtwisted ★ ✓ Summary: “This is Even, my bro. The part about him being my personal servant is kind of true though.” “Your bro? Your bro?! What the fuck, Isak? We need to get rid of this whole masculinity thing they teach you at Nissen.” aka, Isak and Even are childhood friends.

Get Rid of Her by cuteandtwisted ✓ Summary: "Even was angry and Emma was tugging at Isak’s sleeve demanding attention. Even had never been angry at him before, not even when he spoke recklessly of his mother’s mental health, or when he threw up on the older boy’s bed that one night he got too drunk and couldn’t make it home.“… Or: Even still transfers to Nissen in his third year, but Isak and Even get introduced through their parents. FriendsToLovers AU in which Isak calls Even ‘bro’ a couple of times and is forced to watch old-ish movies with him in hipster movie theaters.

making new clichés by strangetowns ★ ✓ Summary: They are young teenage boys who don’t have jobs, and thus don’t have money except for when they beg their parents for allowances. The stunning lack of creativity that goes into their activities just goes without saying. What doesn’t go without saying is this - Even doesn’t care that they don’t do anything exciting. They could be lying on their backs for hours watching the ceiling and he’d still rather be there than anywhere else in the world. As long as Isak is there, he will have a good time. This is a thing he knows to be true. - In this universe, Isak and Even are best friends. Some things are different; some things stay exactly the same.

The Boy Next Door by AifaSkam Summary: Isak and Even are a match made in heaven. They always find and save each other in every universe despite all obsatcles that may jeopardize their love story. In this Universe, Isak has known Even since he was 7 years old, and it has taken them years to make their relationship progress to something Isak didn’t even imagine it was possible. In this A.U, Isak and Even are neighbors.

TOUCH. by kosektivet Summary: "Standing in the eye of the storm, my eyes start to roam to the curl of your lips.” AU - Isak and Even have been best friends for years. Spent the early hours of the morning giggling and sharing thoughts in the security of a dark bedroom. They trust each other.

i guess that’s destiny doing it right by allyasavedtheday ★ ✓ Summary: The alternate universe where Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas when they started first year but moved away after his episode at the start of second year only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling around Spain and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.

it’s exciting running through the night by traumatic ★ Summary: It’s always been Isak and Even against the world. They grow up and they grow apart, but they will always come back to each other. Or where, in a story told throughout the years, Isak and Even realize the only thing in this universe they know for certain is each other. 

WILD by sparrowsmateforlife Summary: Blue Neighbourhood trilogy!au; Isak thinks that secretly, Even likes him best. Isak definitely, and not-so-secretly, likes Even best, and whenever he feels a little bad that he replaced his lifelong best friends for a boy he’s only know for a couple of weeks, Even smiles at him with those crinkles next to his eyes and Isak has to tackle him to the ground to channel the happiness bubbling up inside him. 

think i know where you belong by CarolineMiller Summary: Feeling exhausted, Even took the page out of the sketch book, tearing it and folding it carefully before placing it in the bottom drawer of his desk, along with all the others he had never dared to show Isak. With all the others he desperately wanted to show to Isak. "Another day ..." he murmured to himself, closing his window with resignation. Or, a childhood AU/friends to love in which Isak and Even spent their lives exchanging messages written on sketchbooks through their windows (and keeping many other messages, full of unspoken stuff, in the bottom of their drawers).

it's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right by mmxii ★ ✓ Summary: Even suddenly stops and just looks at him for a few seconds. Then he says it. “You’re my best friend, you know. Always have been, always will be.”

Stars Shine Bright Above Me by bashfulisak ✓ Summary: For once in his life, Isak Valtersen knew what it was like to have a best friend. Many, actually. But Even was special to him in a way he didn't quite understand. So many mixed feelings and emotions at once, but Isak being the young boy he was ignored them. When Even has to move a few days before they start middle school together, Isak is crushed and has not the slightest clue how he's going to make it without him by his side. All alone, by himself, the only thing reminding him that Even is out there somewhere is the stars that shine bright above his head and he knows deep down Even is staring at the same sky, but day and night don't matter.

a piece of infinity by princevaltersen Summary: In the spring, Isak met Even. In the summer, Isak fell for Even. In the autumn, Isak found himself. In the winter, Isak fell in love. 

Prince and the Pauper by sockhead Summary: But Isak did not view himself in the same light, often groaning at Even’s compliments with his cheeks becoming crimson. Often reminding him that they’ll never be equal. No matter how hard Even had tried to convince, with his thumbs pressing against the crimson cheekbones with pleads. As long as Isak had been clothed in ragged clothing, having to work with his father while suffering, and often stealing food from the local markets – they’ll never be equal. Or, the one where Even is the prince of Norway and Isak is the servant boy who has stolen Even’s heart. And his sanity. 

relax, i’ve got you by thekalk ★ Summary: “Isak’s too proud to admit it out loud but his ankle is actually in pain ‒ it’s nothing too bad but it definitely is hurting. Fortunately, Even plays along and pretends that he didn’t see Isak’s pained expression for Isak’s ‒ or more likely his pride’s ‒ sake and instead he leans down and presses a light kiss on the exposed skin on his ankle. Isak freezes at the touch of Even’s lips on his skin. This is definitely something new in their friendship.” Or: a childhood best friends AU where Isak is oblivious and Even has a catchphrase.

Blanket Fort Gospel by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: Isak Valtersen met the love of his life when he was eleven years old. It was a truth he had long tried to deny, but it was the truth nevertheless. 

in the morning you'll dance with all the headache by bluesterek ✓ Summary: “Why do you hate me? Is it still about that kiss in first grade?” “You kissed my crush in front of me, Even.” “Yeah well, sorry about that, but that was like a century ago. Besides, you don’t even like girls.” “Excuse me, what?” * Or, Isak hates Even. Even hates Isak. But fortunately, Sana is going to make everything work.

the truth about my disguise by mikaeloboukhal Summary: Since the day Isak was seven and stepped into Even's room, they had always been best friends. Isak doesn't think that'll ever change. Or, the AU where Isak and Even are childhood best friends and that's the only thing Isak is completely sure of in his life.

Nobody Loves Me Like You by cuteandtwisted ✓ Summary: “I’m Isak's best friend,” said Even, almost glaring at Jakob. “Well, like best bud. Like we’ve known each other our whole lives,” Isak added nervously. But then Even downed his sixth or seventh drink and leaned across the table. “We might have known each other our whole lives, but I’d fuck you if you asked.” Or Isak and Even are childhood friends who enjoy ruining each other's chances with exactly everyone else, rewatching the same movies, taking care of each other, and pretending they're not in love.

(Posted: 17/4/2017 | Last updated: 2/10/2017)