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kmomof4 · 4 years ago

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For the fic-writer meme: all of them! 😁 and if you wanna pick five to ask Hollye, I’ll ask the other five lol 😂😘

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Our secret is out!!! Yes, @hollyethecurious you were right! We conspired to get you to answer all 10 of the questions!!! There is more than one way to de-fur a feline, dontcha know! 😁

Anywho... Hollye also asked for #6, and @snowbellewells asked for 5, 7, 8, and 10.

I’m sorry it took me so long to get to these. It’s been a busy week and I really had to think about some of these! But without further ado, here we go! Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

1. What’s your personal favorite thing you wrote this year?

My personal favorite fic I wrote this year is a tie between Of Darkness, Vampires, and Soulmates, The Moon... Tells the Sea, and State of Emergency: Code White. The first two both written for last summers CSSNS. I don’t have to tell you, Kayla, how much I loved your artwork that inspired TMTtS, but that fic was just so EASY to write. Your artwork just told the whole story and all I had to do was write it down. I want to say that it only took me a couple of weeks to write, once I really sat down and started writing, in the midst of lockdown and the school year coming to a close. And then had to wait like 6wks or something to post it!!!! That was REALLY tough!!! ODVS is a favorite because I loved the premise so much and how hard it was to actually write it. I started working on it in earnest in November of last year, but didn’t finish it until April. I came dangerously close to giving up on it several times but @hollyethecurious and @profdanglaisstuff were the ones who made sure I didn’t. So just by sheer fact of what it took me to finish it makes it a favorite. And finally SoE: CW was a favorite because I wanted to write it for a year before I finally sat down to do it. And while it was hard in that it was entirely out of my own head, I was so happy with how it turned out.

2. What’s your least favorite thing you wrote this year?

Least favorite fic was probably Chosen, Protected, & Saved, written for the CS Movie Marathon. I wasn’t finished with it when my posting date came around, and so I feel like the ending floundered a bit. I wasn’t overly thrilled with it.

3. Which of your fics was most different from what you usually write?

I will have to say Of Darkness, Vampires, and Soulmates, linked above. Just about everything I had written up to that point was inspired and/or heavily influenced by some other type of media, either book, movie, or show canon. This was really the first fic that came entirely out of my own head. I don’t really count Arise, My Love because it was basically PWP, just with vampires. This was the first fully fleshed out and plot driven fic out of my own head. There we go, that’s better. It was also the darkest thing I had, and still have, ever written.

4. Which of your fics this year was most successful?

By kudos on ao3, The Moon... Tells the Sea, linked above, sitting at 75. I��m not gonna try and determine the most successful on Tumblr...

5. Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?

I wish that Of Darkness, Vampires, and Soulmates, linked above, had been more successful. Of all the fics I’ve written, that one was the hardest and took the longest to write. So I wish that more people had read and enjoyed it. But I also know that supernatural and vampire fics aren’t on a lot of folks “must read” lists, so I try to keep a balance between that wish and that knowledge.

6. What’s your favorite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?

Off the top of my head, I’d have to say this scene from Ch2 of Chosen, Protected, & Saved, linked above. This scene in the movie, The Golden Child, is what inspired the entire fic.

Emma and Killian somehow made it through customs with the dagger after arriving back in the States. The only thing they could figure was that since the dagger itself was magical, it was magically shielded from anyone but magic wielders. As they exited the arrivals gate, he startled when he spied the man from his dream, the Dark One, coming toward him followed by several Boston police officers. He sauntered towards them, making a show of the gold tipped cane he carried. He was dressed differently than in his dream with a long greatcoat, in what looked like crocodile skin. Killian felt a chill run down his spine. The coat matches his smile, he thought.

“That’s the man. Killian Jones. If he doesn’t return my property, I want him arrested.”

Killian’s heart raced. He drew Emma’s attention to their adversary as his mind furiously tried to figure out how to get out of the coming confrontation. An idea came to him suddenly and he elbowed Emma, whispering to her to let him do the talking.

“Welcome home, Mr. Jones. You have something for me?” he asked, holding out his hand with a smug smile on his face.

Killian stared into the face that he had only seen in a dream. He looked at Emma, naked fear on her face, at the cops behind the Dark One, and then back at the man or demon before him. He couldn’t help the smirk that broke over his face as he anticipated playing the Dark One like a fiddle.

“I’m sorry, Rumple,” he loudly lamented, reaching for the lapels of the man before him. The Dark One stared at him, utterly taken aback. It only took a moment however, before his face grew red with extreme irritation as Killian released him and turned toward the crowded terminal. “Everyone,” he shouted, drawing the attention of all the people hurrying to catch their flights, “I should be punished. I have stolen from my brother, Rumple.” The Dark One’s jaw clenched with annoyance as Killian continued with his theatrics. Emma looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Officer,” he continued, pointing at the officers behind the Dark One, “It is your duty to take me in. Please,” he moved toward them holding his wrists out in front of himself, “I am ashamed of myself. I should be arrested.” He walked down the line of officers. “I should be flogged. I don’t deserve to walk among free men.”

Killian repeated his tirade until the Dark One grabbed his arm, motioning toward the officers in a placating manner. “Let me have a word with him, please.”

Killian felt himself being pulled away from the officers, so he turned his attention to Emma and raised his voice once again.

“Emma, I am a swine. You must know what kind of man I am, before we go any further in our dalliance. I am a wretch. I don’t deserve to live.” He winked at her and saw her fear and confusion morph into reluctant amusement. She shook her head as the corner of her mouth lifted in half a smile. He finally turned toward the furious Dark One before him.

“How long do you think you can keep up this miserable masquerade?” he hissed, his eyes blazing with his wrath.

“Well, until I get arrested.” He grinned cockily at him. “Or until you realize the rules of evidence in this country.” The Dark One raised his head slightly and Killian could just see a trace of unease in his eyes. He turned serious. “See, if I get arrested, they take me and put me in a jail cell. And then they take the knife, because it’s a stolen object, and they put that in a little room, and they put ‘Exhibit A,’ a little sticker that says ‘Exhibit A’ on it.” He mimed putting a sticker on something. “And the knife sits in a room and I sit in my room until the trial commences. And that can be anywhere from a month to a year. So if you get me arrested, there’s no telling when you will get your knife.” Killian broke into a wide grin at having the upper hand, thoroughly enjoying himself as he watched a vein pulse in the Dark One’s forehead. He could just imagine what the demon’s blood pressure was at this moment.

“You have no idea who I am, have you?” he sneered.

“Why, yes,” he exclaimed. “You’re my brother Rumple!” He let out an amused chuckle as the Dark One struggled to keep his rage under control. “Look, I know exactly who you are,” Killian’s eyes turned hard and his easy going smile disappeared, “Dark One.” The man before him nearly turned white in fury. Killian’s heart skipped a beat, but he plowed ahead, his own anger coming to the surface. “But, here’s the thing. I. Don’t. Care.” He punctuated each word with a poke to the demon’s chest. “I do care that you kidnapped Henry, though.”

“I could destroy you,” he snapped his fingers in the air, “just like that.”

Killian’s eyebrow raised in bored amusement. “Well, we’ll see about that.” He turned and looked back over at Emma and the officers still waiting off to the side. “Look, I am not going to be giving you this knife. And you do not want to get me arrested. And I will find Henry,” he sneered and snapped his fingers in the Dark One’s face, “just like that.” He patted the demon’s cheek. “See you soon.” He turned back toward the crowd, all smiles and held his arms out as if he wanted to embrace them all. “My brother has forgiven me! Emma, Brother Rumple has forgiven me!” He turned back to the seething Dark One and clapped him on the shoulder in an awkward embrace. “Dear Brother, thank you, thank you, thank you.” He then kissed him loudly on the cheek in a final taunt before releasing him and leading Emma into the crowd.

7. What’s your favorite piece of description or narration?

@searchingwardrobes betaed The Moon... Tells the Sea, linked above, and she told me that it was the most descriptive thing I’d ever written. That comment put me OVER THE MOON. And when I went back and read it the other day, I had to agree. I spent a lot of time describing the woods, Emma and Killian in their wolf forms, and just the general setting. It was so gratifying to hear that from a fellow author that I GREATLY admire and enjoy. I am also very proud of the Prologue of Chosen, Protected, & Saved, linked above, when I described Henry’s room before he is kidnapped.

8. Which fic this year was most fun to write?

I’d have to say that I had the most fun writing either The Moon... Tells the Sea, linked above, or the second chapter of Somewhere Out There. They were both relatively easy to write and I loved how they both turned out.

9. If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?

I would change the circumstances around posting Chosen, Protected, and Saved and I’d probably work on the final battle more. I just wasn’t that happy with it.

10. What, if anything, are you going to try to do differently in your writing in the new year?

I’m gonna try and make more time to write. Since writing Chosen, Protected, & Saved, linked above, I’ve hardly written anything. I love reading and flailing more than anything so writing is very easy to set aside when I’ve got a lot of reading on my agenda, but I’m also bad about putting it on a back burner when RL comes calling. I think just setting the boundary of “I’m gonna write for one hour today” would go a long way toward keeping my mood up and help me get the fics I’ve got notes on in my docs actually written and posted. So we’ll see how that goes.

Thank you all for the asks @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713, @hollyethecurious, and @snowbellewells! Love y'all!!! 😘

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lisinfleur · 5 years ago

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Author’s Notes | Don't ask me how come this became so big. Serious. Just don't ask. Anything about Mads is too intense for me! I hope you guys like this! Universe | Kriger Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Dark! Hvitserk, Biker! Hvitserk, Criminal AU, Modern Vikings AU, Crossover requested by @lyanna-the-giantsbane for 5CW5 Words | 7184 ⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST. Mentions of violence, death, grieving, blood, suicide, and torture. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

You couldn't really believe. After everything he did for that shitty colors, your sweet friend was there, lying cold in a wooden box, killed by the men he wanted to impress.

Guilt kicked in. You were the one who convinced Mads to get cold about CC's fast climbing on the gang, to learn from him so he could become better and maybe reach his goals. The fucking vest he never had, a symbol of something you wanted to burn to ashes now that Mads wasn't there to laugh with you and say you were a pyromaniac.

His favorite one.

You didn't dare to come closer. You knew how destroyed Joy was. She just had their baby - the baby Mads was boasting about, all happy about his soon to come child he wouldn't be there to see growing into a man - when everything happened. Her nurse was the one to find Mads' body at the door. The poor woman wasn't even bleeding anymore: the sudden and terrifying death of her husband caused her body to stop the recovering period from her labor and now she was there, stuck in between tears and a crying baby that would always remember her from what she lost. You couldn't imagine her pain, but you were sure the last person Joy would want to see was someone related to Mads' "work". So, you kept some distance, asking your best friend forgiveness for not giving him a proper goodbye. You would respect his beloved wife's pain and you knew, somewhere in the afterlife, Mads would understand your distance and lack of words for his simple funeral.

You were about to leave when a bunch of men came in motorcycles. For a second, you held the gun in your waist, ready to shot any bastard from the Wolves who had the audacity to show up for Mads' funeral, but then, something took your breath away: one of those men came out of his motorcycle, took out the helmet and came closer to Joy who looked at him and collapsed in his arms; heavy sobs shaking her body against the supportive embrace of a man you couldn't believe you were seeing.

Whoever that man was, he was Mads. With braided hair and a furious expression, but Mads, from the head to the toes! You heard Mads mentioning a twin brother once, but you never thought he was serious about this family he had traveling around the world. However, almost like an irony from destiny, his words were confirmed with those strange men coming down from their motorcycles, all in vests like the Wolves had. Colors of a motorcycle club you came closer trying to identify.

"Descendants from Odin," you mumbled, reading the jacket of one of them, a tall red-haired one with a single braid hanging from his head until the middle of his back, tied with strands of leather.

He came closer to the coffin, along with the others: A blonde one, with some kind of braided mullet hair and a goatee and a bald bearded one, taller like the red-haired - this last one punching the tree next to Mads' coffin with all his anger, while the others seemed to be more conformed with the cruel truth. There was a fifth one who remained leaning on the motorcycle, lighting a cigarette. There was something strange around his legs, like hard equipment, and a cane in his motorcycle - the reason why you thought he didn't come closer: to avoid walking. This one - black-haired with utterly blue eyes - was the one who noticed you were near; his eyes almost crossed your soul like cold daggers when he looked at you as if he was ready to beat you down with that can for daring to come into his imaginary territory.

"This is my brother's funeral, woman. Who are you?" he asked, angrily.

"I'm Y/N," you answered "I was Mads' friend... I didn't know he had more than one brother." you said, surprised.

But the blue-eyed man seemed to recognize your name.

"Y/N, from The Sirens. I know who you are. Mads' spoke about you..." he said, mentioning the club you were part of, despite the fact you weren’t wearing their colors for this moment.

"Y/N?" the honey-haired one spoke your name and you felt your heart sinking into your chest.

It was Mads' voice.

Your eyes filled with tears you didn't pour and you turned yourself to look at him.

Mads' clone had left Joy's side, coming near to speak to you. Looking from closer, he was different from Mads. There was a beard Mads didn't let grow and his hair was braided, imprinting a stronger impression. He also wasn't so smiley and his voice was kinda hoarser.

Or maybe it was just your heart trying desperately to find differences to tell your brain that man wasn't your Mads. Your poor sweet Mads.

"You must be Hvit… Hvits..." you rolled your tongue to speak his name and he softly smiled, probably remembering how Mads never understood why his mother called them such different names.

"Hvitserk. Yes. This is me. It's nice to meet you, well... It could be nicer." he sighed "Do you know what happened? Anyone knows who did this to my little brother?"

You grunted, annoyed.

"There are some bastards saying he was a rat, but I hardly doubt! Mads was crazy about that club and he would do anything for those colors, except abandoning Joy. That's why he left in the middle of a reunion Tom was making to find a supposed rat that was delivering the gang members to the police around. I don't know precisely what happened, for I'm not a part of those sons of bitches in vests, but the end of the story is that: They spit on his name as if he was the traitor and one of them shot him for this. I heard it was CC. Some say it was Tom himself."

Hvitserk's face was frowning more and more as you were speaking and so it was the blue-eyed man's face, gaining wrinkle over wrinkle as your story was going forward.

"And what do you believe, Y/N?" Hvitserk asked, looking at you with those eyes so similar to your friend's. "Mads used to say he didn't trust anyone else as he did to you. I'll follow my brother's instincts. Tell me what do you think about this."

You smiled, remembering how Mads used to tell you things he didn't say even to Joy.

Damn tears. You wiped your face, sighing.

"I hardly doubt CC pulled that trigger," you said, looking at Hvitserk "I didn't like the bastard, but Mads was too close to him and they were kinda helping each other all the time. He may have something with it, but I don't believe it was him. However, if someone knows who pulled the trigger against my friend's head, this person is CC. Joy's nurse saw him at the spot. We could try to speak to him. As long as I know he lives in a boat at the docks." you said, seeing the man in front of you nodding.

"Today we'll bury my brother. From tomorrow on, you shall help me to find the bastards who killed him and then, I'll bury them all with him."

He had a different tone. Mads was innocent, sweet and kind.

Hvitserk...

Hvitserk seemed to have the talent for that life. Even his hand felt heavier than Mads' on yours. And his smile was smaller and full of malice you never saw in your friend's lips.

"Ubbe!" Hvitserk called and the red-haired one came closer. "Take Joy with you. She'll need help with the baby and stuff. I'll take it from here, but this is something I wanna do by myself."

"You gonna get yourself in trouble. We already fucking lost a brother, Hvitserk!" Ubbe warned.

But in an action utterly different from Mads' passivity, Hvitserk frowned at the taller man, looking at him with anger sparkling in his eyes.

"They killed my little brother, Ubbe. That man into that coffin was the half of me and they fucking put a bullet through his head. I'll be sure Mads' face will haunt them until the last moment of their lives. I'll be sure to be there when it happens, Ubbe. I'll be sure to be the one pulling the damn trigger. I want them down. My brother will never see his son growing, but I'll be sure his murders will never see anything but his face. I owe him this and I'll do it. I can take care of myself."

You kept your eyes on that man. So similar, yet so different from your Mads. Hvitserk was darker, harder as if he was made to that angry life - quite the opposite you always thought about sweet Mads. In fact, you thought the birth of Mads' son would take him outta that life for good.

You never thought it would be that way.

"Fine. If you need us..." the older one accepted, resigned.

"I know what to do." Hvitserk said, patting Ubbe's shoulder and looking at you "I have no place to stay in this town and it is good for me to stay hidden for the moment because we don't want to fuck the surprise. Do you know where I can stay?" he asked you.

And you sighed.

"I have a trailer. You can stay with me. Mads used to sleep there when Joy and he had fights. I think you'll be fine there." You offered and he nodded, accepting your offer.

"It's good to see my brother had some good friend in this place," he said, causing your heart to clench.

Ubbe softly conducted Joy outta that place into the car she came from and followed her car with his motorcycle, leaving with her. Slowly, the other brothers started leaving as well and then, you allowed yourself to come closer to Mads' coffin, touching his cold hands and placing in between them a small and silly gift you had made for him. It was a sticker for his motorcycle, a circle that said: "Proud Dada", around his neck tattoo. The skull was holding a pacifier in its mouth. You never saw the laughs you thought that little joke would bring to his lips.

"Wherever you are, I hope they make good burgers, brother," you said, trying to hold your cry to the little gasp that scene took from your mouth and the tears that rolled down your face when the cemetery workers started preparing to take his body to the crematory.

Hvitserk came closer as well. He lowered himself and touched his forehead with Mads', ignoring the coverage to the bullet hole and speaking low, almost as a secret in between them both.

"I see you in Valhalla, brother."

You saw him caressing Mads' face and then closing the coffin causing you to turn your face away, feeling suffocated. The tears becoming thicker in your face, closing your throat.

"Shit," you cursed, swallowing dry.

"It hurts me too," Hvitserk said, sighing. "He told me a lot about you. I can see he was right about how deep you two were."

It was enough for you to lose control and break into tears again.

"Fuck... He was my little brother. I was supposed to be there for him. He should be happy, boasting around about making a boy with Joy... Shit!" you cursed.

And then, you felt his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace just like you saw him doing with Joy, moments earlier.

"That's ok... We gonna tell his son how freaking good his father was. We gonna tell him everything Mads wanted to teach him... Everything."

You wanted it all to be a terrible prank. You wanted that man to laugh like Mads and say there was no twin brother and the stuff in the box was a dummy he paid to make, just to laugh at your face in one of those stupid games Mads used to invent.

But that wasn't the fresh scent of your friend's arms. And into Hvitserk's embrace, you cried until your heart was empty once again.

"You can sleep here," you said, preparing the day-bed for him with some blankets Mads used to borrow from you in the nights he spent in your house.

Hvitserk was now in sweat pants and a shirt that was only making him look even more different from Mads in your eyes: Mads would like to dress his football shorts. And would probably be with his hair locked in that man bun so common for him.

"I know. I'm just like him..." Hvitserk said, sighing, noticing you were all the time staring at him.

"It’s the exact opposite," you answered, calling Hvitserk's attention. "You look like him. But you're not like him. You're pretty different."

Hvitserk leaned his head, smiling with that strange curve in his lips once again. Mads would be laughing.

"Yet, you can't avoid comparisons," he said and you nodded.

"Same face, not the same actions. Mads would be laid already," you kinda joked, and his smile became bigger.

"Well... Mads knew you already. He always said I would like to know you and..."

"That one day he would make me his sister in law. I know." you rolled your eyes and Hvitserk chuckled.

His giggle with a light tone of malice.

"My brother knew what I like."

Ok. That was a direct punch on your face.

Mads wasn't this direct.

"Do you have some beer?" He asked, not giving you the right time to really process the hit you just received. "I would like to share one... for him." he completed.

Kinda waking you from your small shock when you went to the refrigerator, picking up a pair of long necks and throwing one for him.

The two of you went to the stairs of your trailer, opening the bottles and toasting before pouring some of the beer to the ground.

"For Mads," he said, drinking from his bottle.

You did the same, taking large gulps, sitting at the stars by his side.

"A woman who knows how to drink, who used to hide my brother from his mad old lady and take care of him, who lives by herself on a trailer in a city with lots of criminals and sleeps tranquil... What more could I know about you, Y/N?" Hvitserk smiled, drinking from his bottle.

It seems Mads really talked to him about you.

You took a new sip from your bottle and sighed.

"There is not too much to be known, Hvit... Damn... Your name is so fucking hard to speak! Why the fuck did your mother fucked you this way?" you asked and he laughed, this time, a loose laugh that really caught you for a moment.

He was so... Strangely attractive...

"I don't know. I think she wasn't planning twins and well, it would be Mads only. But then we came and mother had to find some other Scandinavian Viking name and then I ended up with the curse," he joked, getting a giggle from you. "It's said H-v-i-t-s-e-r-k" he tried to pronounce it slowly, just making it stranger for you.

"Mads used to call you Hvits," you said, solving the problem with a smile on both of your faces. "Well, Hvits, I'm a normal girl. I just try to take care of myself a little bit better than the other girls. That's all." you said, sipping from your bottle.

"Mads told me you're a founder in this motorcycle club of yours," he kept the casual conversation and you told him about the usual things your club were into and how you weren't so deep into the schemes of that gang war at the city.

Hvitserk also told you how Mads decided to leave the Descendants from Odin - his family club, as you now knew - when he fell in love with Joy and decided to quit the travel to stay in Demark with her.

Bad idea, you thought.

The conversation extended and you saw yourself laughing from Mads' childhood histories, such as Hvitserk had his time to laugh with you from the jokes and stories of your friendship with his brother.

It was already dawn when the two of you found the last bottle of beer into your refrigerator.

"This is the last one," you said, opening the bottle and taking a large sip.

"And I guess is now yours, right?" Hvitserk hit back, almost insinuating you were selfish.

But you offered the bottle to him with a smile.

"I'm a good hostess," you said, "We share."

"Share seems a nice idea," he said, coming closer and taking the bottle from your hand, putting it on your mouth instead of his.

You were kinda high, but you knew exactly which way he was taking. Hvitserk spent the whole night hitting on you with those direct sentences, suggestive words and the subtle game that made him utterly different from Mads in your eyes.

And you were sure you would lose that bet from months ago...

"I bet he wouldn't take one night to kiss you, Y/N! Hvitserk is terrible! When he wants a girl, he gets her. And I'm sure he'll like you when you have the chance to meet each other..."

You took a sip from the bottle and Hvitserk leaned himself, stealing half of the bear from your lips in a firm and intense kiss that got your legs trembling.

You were right: he was utterly different from Mads' sweetness to Joy. There was some fire in that man that was attracting you like a moth to the light. You felt his thumb caressing your cheek and he nuzzled his nose on yours.

"When this all ends, then I want to meet better this girl my brother wanted so hard to introduce me" he mumbled, and you giggled.

Here was the reason why he was going so far, so soon. Mads told him to.

Somehow Mads prepared everything for what he wanted.

"What?" Hvitserk asked, looking at you, curious.

"I owe that bastard ten dollars now," you said, causing Hvitserk to smile. "I bet he would be laughing on me now, saying he knew I couldn't resist your charm."

"Well, I guess I owe him ten dollars as well," he said, catching your curiosity and smiling "He bet I wouldn't spend a night by your side without wanting to kiss you."

Everything made sense for you and you smiled sadly. Mads' plan worked, after all. Pity he wasn't there to see how intelligent it was.

"He trapped us," Hvitserk smiled. "And found a way to earn twenty, the bastard. I'll miss him."

"Me too, but I don't wanna cry again," you said, sighing deeply to control the clenching on your throat, "Let us just imagine how hard he must be laughing at our faces now and get some sleep. We cannot lose the whole day. CC may leave and then, we're fucked."

Hvitserk agreed, getting into the trailer with you.

Things would be harsh from that moment on. It would be good for the two of you to have some rest.

The boat was locked at the docks, as you thought it would be. It looked empty.

"Fuck”, you cursed, thinking CC could have left after what happened to Mads.

It wouldn't be the first one to go away after that. The Wolves were dying, being caught or disappearing after Mads' murder with the police all over their spots and hunting Tom like the rat he was. If Mads wasn't dead, you would tell him not to be near those bastards.

You sighed, trying to shove the thoughts away.

"He's not here," you said to the hooded figure by your side: Hvitserk was covering his face and head to keep the disguise, but instead of being away from the place, he jumped into the boat.

"Then I think he won't care if we take a little look around right?"

Shit.

It could get you in troubles.

But how many times did you get yourself in trouble breaking into houses to save some of the girls your motorcycle club sisters had taken to shelters and stuff? How many times did you break houses and places like CC's boat for food when you were living on the streets?

It was for Mads. You could do this.

Hvitserk forced the door, confirming it was locked and prepared to kick it when you stopped him.

"Gimme a second," you said, taking a pair of clips from your hair, moving them into the lock from a side to another until hearing a click.

You then swirled the clips and the door opened under your fingers, causing Hvitserk to smile with that sexy curve in his lips once again.

"Good drinker, gorgeous, good conversation, and knows how to open a lock? Mads was right. You're my kind of girl, smukke" he said, causing you to softly giggle.

"Come on. We must finish before he comes back.”

The two of you got into the boat, starting to search for any information that could reveal you where CC was hiding now. You found some bottles, some packs of cigarettes, clothes, books. Everything a man would have in his house beside condoms and girl's lingerie - things you thought Hvitserk had discovered when you first heard his voice cursing.

"Fuck!"

But the curse was followed by something being messed up with relative anger and you thought you should warn him to not to break anything. However, as soon as you turned to speak to him, CC showed up at the door: a gun pointed to Hvitserk who took his hands out of the vault he was messing into, keeping his head lowered, covered by the hood.

"Hands where I can see," CC said as you slowly walked towards Hvitserk. "What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N? And who's this guy with you?"

You noticed Hvitserk's jaw was clenched into the hoodie and his hands were lightly trembling. What the fuck did he discover after all?

"I thought you weren't around after what happened. I came for information. Since your boat looked like an abandoned place, I thought you wouldn't be pissed if I took a look around..." you answered. "Put this shit down, CC."

However, he kept the gun pointed on you guys.

"Who's the guy?" he asked and Hvitserk giggled in a sinister way, causing you to feel shivers down your spine.

"He won't pull down the gun, Y/N. Because he knows what we discovered here, don't you, CC?"

His voiced caused CC to twist his face - and you to twist yours because you had no idea of what the hell he had found in that vault.

Whatever it was, got Hvitserk pissed enough for him to raise his head, pulling the hood, exposing his face to look at CC who almost jumped back as if he had seen a ghost.

"Mads..."

You had no time to tell him he was wrong. Hvitserk advanced against him taking the shock as a chance to hit the gun away from CC's hand, punching his face and advancing over him with punches and kicks in a fight that was completely unfair...

For CC.

You, who so many times cared for Mads' wounds from the fighting club of the Wolves, saw shocked the way Hvitserk was hitting CC multiple times, giving him almost no time to react with more than attempts to defend himself.

"Hvitserk wait!" you tried, shaking your head to recover from the shock and intending to advance to stop Mads' brother's fury.

However, his words caused your stomach to turn.

"It was this bastard's fault!" he yelled, kicking CC who was already on the ground, protecting himself, unable to get up. "This fucking bastard is the damn rat they were searching for! It was you! All the fucking time it was you, you damn shitty cop!"

Cop?

You froze once again and your eyes went to the vault Hvitserk had opened. On the lid, lots of pictures of Mads, you, other men from the gang. Down into the vault, there were some papers Hvitserk had spread. You picked up some of them seeing messages exchanged between CC and Mads, printed in official paper with the police station stamp. Forms of official declarations, a map with the places of the Wolves drug spots and their storages marked, pinned to more printed messages from Mads, teaching CC about the places he had worked on as a guard before...

You felt your heart sinking into your chest and your eyes filled with tears. Hvitserk pulled CC by the collar, forcing him to sit on a chair, tying his hands with a tie he found at the clothes you were messing with.

You came closer, throwing the papers over his chest.

"You were delivering them..." you said, looking at CC with tears pouring down your face. "I would understand you had to do your fucking job, to do something about what the Wolves were doing with this city. But you fucking used Mads' innocence to get information! You fucked my best friend!"

CC spat some blood on the ground taking a breath to speak.

"It wasn't like this. I tried to save him..."

"Liar!" you yelled. "Mads sent me a message when you helped him to escape the reunion! He told me you showed him a passage to leave the hidden place of the gang! That you helped him to leave the damn place for seeing Joy at her labor! He fucking thanked me for convincing him to trust in you because 'after all, Y/N, he's a good friend'! You god damn bastard!"

You stomped CC's balls, causing him to growl in pain, bending upon himself. You couldn't believe what he had done.

"I didn't know Tom would come after me..." he mumbled, hoarse. "I took the job for myself because I wanted... I wanted to give him a chance to flee. I didn't know Tom would come after me and shot him that way... I didn't want him to die. I... swear."

"You should have thought about this before fucking making him look like a damn rat! You bastard!" you yelled again.

Hvitserk messing up with the rest of the papers, discovering the whole operation that ended up with his brother's death.

"The bastard was doing more than that," he growled. "He got my brother in troubles, he used Mads to get pictures from the gang clients to the police... You fucking used my brother as much as you wanted, didn't you, you fucking coward?"

Your stomach was floating. You could remember the way Mads became pissed off when CC got his colors before him, through his idea. You could still hear your own words telling your friend to calm down and give a chance to the new guy. CC was starting to explain himself to Hvitserk when you picked his gun on the ground and placed a bullet on the needle, calling everyone's attention when you pointed the gun to CC's body.

"Where is Tom?"

"He's at the storehouse, at the end of the docks. He intends to meet a contact so he can fly away from Denmark. We'll..." CC answered, but you cut him.

"You won't do anything!" you yelled "You'll shut your fucking mouth CC. I believed you. Mads suspected you weren't trustable, but I believed you. You stained my friend's name; you fucking stole his colors and you used him like a damn tool for your needs! I should shoot you as many times as you shoot Mads' honor. I should fuck you and leave you bleeding to death like the damn pig you are. But Mads loved you." You growled, looking at him. "Mads loved you like a brother, CC, and you fucked him."

You came closer, looking at him. Hvitserk's heavy eyes over yours, watching.

"I won't kill you. Mads wouldn't. I won't." you touched the gun's barrel on CC's knee, looking right into his eyes. "But you won't ever forget what you did to him, CC. You'll never forget what you did to Mads."

You shot his knee, again and again, changing the gun from one hand to another and shooting his other knee, three more times, being sure he would never be able to fully recover from those wounds.

CC growled in pain, throwing his head back, in agony. But you pulled his head, forcing him to look at you.

"Mads once told me you felt guilty for a man you let die when you were at war or something like that. A friend you felt responsible for killing."

You pulled the gun's comb, taking bullet by bullet away from it until there was only one. Then, you reloaded the gun placing the single bullet on the needle.

"Live with your marks and the guilt of knowing you did it again, you killed someone that trusted you, you left a newborn without his father and created a new widow. Live with Mads' death on your shoulders along with this one you already carry until the end of your life," you said, pushing the loaded gun on CC's belly, forcing him to hold it with his now free hands you untied for him. "Or die like the coward you were through your whole life."

You got up and Hvitserk stood by your side.

"I won't make things easier for you CC. You killed Mads. You may not have pulled that trigger, but you were the one who killed my brother. Live with it or clean the world of your despicable existence by yourself."

You turned yourself to leave. Hvitserk by your side.

"Tom is yours, I promise you," you said, tears pouring from your face when he held your hand, tightly.

"We'll do it together. Mads would want us to do it this way."

His thumb caressed your face, wiping the tears. And he touched your forehead softly with his own.

The silence in between the two of you cut only by the short sound of a shot coming from the boat you left behind...

Tom's car was parked outside of the dock where CC told you he would be. Inside, a man with a shot in his head indicating Tom was outta control, burning witnesses, getting rid of proofs.

Hvitserk took the care of picking up CC's phone before you left the boat and now he was aware of the messages of Tom - who was supposedly waiting for him at the docs - and of his messages with a detective from Denmark Police Station - probably the one to who he was delivering the whole shit he was getting from Mads. According to the messages, she was waiting for CC's confirmation about the place where Tom would be for that meeting to send the police there, so it got Hvitserk and you kinda free to act: CC would never send that confirmation message. So, she would never have the right location.

You parked CC's car you and Hvitserk stole near Tom's, leaving it there. There was one single storehouse with the giant door open.

The two of you came in, walking through the containers to find Tom near the back door of the place, trying to make a call he should have tried a thousand times that night. The cellphone ringed in Hvitserk’s hand, denouncing your presence.

"CC won't come, Tom," you said, your gun in your hand, pointing on him. "It's over."

"As long as the brotherhood exists, it will never be over," he answered, looking at you, seeing Hvitserk by your side. "I killed you," he said and Hvitserk walked forward, pulling down the hood, looking straight at Tom. "I put a bullet through your head, you bastard! You don't fucking die?" he cursed, pulling the gun and shooting towards Hvitserk who dodged jumping aside and kicking Tom's chest with both of his feet, throwing him on the ground, violently.

With one foot, Hvitserk stomped Tom's hand, using the other to kick the gun towards you.

“I came back from hell to drag you there with me, you son of a bitch.”

You didn't get closer this time. You just picked up the gun and looked at Tom when Hvitserk started kicking his stomach to be sure the bastard wouldn't get up once again.

"You killed the wrong person, Tom," you said, calmly.

Hvitserk kicking him randomly in the middle of your words.

"Mads wasn't your rat..." More kicks. "Mads was just a guy who was fighting his skin off to impress you and get your colors so he could be a part of what you so proudly called a brotherhood."

Hvitserk kicked again, walking around Tom, kicking different places of his body, taking the small pauses in between your sentences to strike Tom one more time.

"He was the only one who really took it for granted and dedicated his life, literally, to make your brotherhood bigger and something real. Mads respected your rules, he believed in your members. But you all only used him and guess what... Someone like you used him as well and got into your organization... CC was your rat, dear Tom." you said, lowering yourself down just to show a picture Hvitserk had taken from CC's boat with CC beside the police girl. The two of them talking to each other, laughing at each other.

"She would be here tonight," Hvitserk said, looking at Tom's agonized face. "CC used my brother to keep himself informed and reach you. And then, you started giving everything he wanted to know so he could fuck your damn brotherhood my brother wanted so bad to be into."

"Mads... had a twin... Fuck." Tom spat some blood, giggling. "The gods found a way to screw up things twice." he laughed, causing you to clench your teeth.

"Mads respected you!" you yelled.

"Mads... was a rat. He may not be the rat I was searching for... But he was nothing but a rat. A goat you sacrifice to the piranhas when the rest of the flock needs to cross the river... He was cattle. And he died like the cattle he was!"

Hvitserk kicked his jaw this time, causing Tom to grunt, spitting some teeth and blood from his bitten tongue.

"You fucking bite your tongue before speaking about my brother. He was a good person. He would be an amazing father. And he was good-hearted. He really believed he would be a part of your stupid club one day. But guess what? You guys killed my brother to protect your damn club. Then I want you to know, I'll fucking hunt every single one of your members. Every single one of the bastards that already used the Wolves' colors. And I'll kill them, Tom. I'll kill every single one of your damn brothers dear CC listed to me when he was making the relation of your members for the police to arrest. I... will fucking... ERASE... YOUR DAMN LEGACY... FROM THIS SHITTY WORLD!" Hvitserk yelled, stomping Tom's hips, back, legs and arms while yelling, furious. "And when I finish, there won't be a single trace of your stupid brotherhood in this world! When I finish, you won't be anything but ashes!"

"Seems like a good thing for me," you suggested, looking at Hvitserk. "There is a lot of flammable stuff in this place. Cripple him. Let's set this place on fire and see if his gods are willing to help him now."

Hvitserk smiled.

His thoughts remembering him how much his little brother insisted you were his perfect mate.

But she's pyromaniac! She fucking loves any kind of fire!

"Light this place, smukke," he said, starting to hit Tom's legs to be sure the bastard wouldn't be able to leave.

You prepared everything around, bringing things closer, spreading the flammable stuff around and preparing your box of matches.

Leaving Tom agonizing at the ground, Hvitserk started walking away from the storehouse with you and you left the match behind, starting a fire that soon started swallowing the whole place. The two of you picked up a pair of beers you had bought on the way to the docks, opening them with the sounds of Tom's screams.

"For Mads," you said.

And Hvitserk agreed, pouring some beer to the ground, drinking in Mads' salute until the screams were totally silenced.

CC was dead, Tom was dead, your little brother was avenged. Now what?

After the last sip of that beer, you didn't know what to do now. Your club wasn't working anymore since the war of gangs started - to avoid the police to end up screwing everything. So, you were in your trailer, waiting for Mads' baby to come to kinda make your life better since he said he would make you the godmother of the boy... Now...

Now what?

You went home silently and your silence ended up calling Hvitserk's attention. He respected your silence until the two of you arrived in your trailer, exchanging some messages with his brothers through his phone.

"Ubbe settled Joy in one of our father's old properties. Mads boy will grow up in his favorite farmhouse," he said, breaking your thoughts for a moment.

You smiled, remembering how Mads used to say he would love to bring his child there to teach him how to ride a horse.

"Mads used to talk about that place. He would be happy to know this," you commented.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow with the club," Hvitserk said, causing your smile to become smaller.

Too soon, right?

"The crematory will release my brother's ashes and we intend to make a small ceremony while leaving, spreading his ashes on the road. Some family thing, to rest on the road we used to live in..." he explained, and you nodded, understanding the meaning of that.

You felt his fingers touching your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.

"Come with us," he said, surprising you with the invitation.

"What? I... You mean, leave everything and..." you stuttered, but his voice sounded firmer.

"And burn the road with me and my family. Run the world, know new places, sleep in cheap motels and enjoy life. Yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Come with us," he insisted, caressing your face with that thumb touch you were starting to get used in him. "Mads wanted us to be together, I like you and I want to know you better. And my brother told me dozens of times he was your family in here. There is nothing for you here now, smukke. It would be awesome to have you by my side."

It was an incredible experience: to run around the world with your bike and an amazing guy by your side. But...

"My bike is not for these trips, Hvits... I would have to keep you here for some time to fix it and improve and I don't have the money to..." you started seeing all the excuses and then, Hvitserk's index lifted your chin once again.

"Take Mads' bike with you. It's the last memory of my brother I would like to keep. And you're the one person I think he would like to have it. Joy will never let her child be a motorcyclist like his father and we all understand why. My brother's bike would be stuck forever at the garage and this is a terrible fate for such an important thing. Take it with you and come with us, smukke. This way, he'll be kinda traveling with you and me wherever we go."

You smiled. It sounded almost poetic...

"You know how to conquer a girl's 'yes', don't you?" you joked, accepting his invitation, lightly nodding at him.

He giggled in a sweet way. And for a second, you remembered your sweet Mads in his face. Somehow, it filled your heart with joy, instead of the sadness of before. Mads would be always with you guys, burning the road, smiling and laughing, living the best you and Hvitserk could live together to keep his memory alive.

In the morning, you packed your things and closed your trailer. It would be good to have a safe base, but you wouldn't come back there in a while. You and Hvitserk went to Mads' former house and picked up his motorcycle. You slid your fingers over it - a beautiful black Harley Davidson you knew how much your friend loved.

"I'll take care of her, Mads," you promised, turning it on and making the motor snore in a beautiful sound Mads used to get goosebumps from. "I'll take care of your princess."

Hvitserk smiled. He was sure no one would ever care for his brother's motorcycle as you were showing him you would. It was a good decision to give it to you. Even more, he could feel it was a good decision to invite you to go with them.

When the two of you arrived, the others were already waiting. Ubbe with the urn of Mads' ashes in his hands. It clenched your heart. But you knew your brother would like that special

tribute.

"She'll come?" the black-haired man from the burial asked, looking at Hvitserk.

"Yes, Ivar. She'll come with us," he answered.

And the one he called Ivar looked at you.

"Take good care of this, woman," he said, recognizing the motorcycle you were piloting. "You're driving my brother's princess. Make it worth the honor."

"I will," you said, and he nodded at you as Hvitserk took his place in the V formation they were disposed at the road.

You guided your bike to the position beside his, at the end of the V, and all the others turned their motorcycles on, indicating they were about to leave. Ubbe gave the urn to the blonde man on the top of the formation and he opened it, speaking to all of you.

"You live on the road. You stay on the road. We'll keep burning it for you, brother. All hail Mads!" he yelled.

And you joined the choir alongside Hvitserk and all his brothers after the first one.

"All hail Mads!"

The motorcycles started walking and the blonde one raised his hand with the urn, spreading the ashes on the wind while they were gaining speed. The sound Mads liked the most gaining volume until the ashes were all gone and the whole group was sounding like a single melody of potent motors you could really get used to hearing.

Ubbe pulled up the bike's nose and Hvitserk did the same calling the group to a faster pace and you followed them, feeling as if your life were starting all over again.

Mads would never smile at you once again, but somehow, you could feel in your heart the same good feeling you had whenever he smiled at you.

You were sure he was happy.

From wherever he was looking at you all.

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