#especially with people he's deadly jealous of :DDD

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve

This text is a sequel to the series of the same name at @corneille-but-not-the-author and @soupedepates

Sigi, Amandine (mentioned) and Mendele belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author and Domhildr to @soupedepates

Oli belongs to @thal-ent

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I hate coming back to work after New Year's Eve.

Not because I'm hangover, or not in the current mood to work. Not because everyone here is talking about their stupid vacations while the only thing I could do is send all my money to my damn family. But you guys wouldn't know what it's like to feed a family, would you ?

No, it's because it's 9:AM and I already have three rape cases and one domestic violence complaint on my desk some colleagues decided to butcher when they took the testimony. So I'm working with minimal proof, and considering how little is written in the document or how it is written, the poor women probably had the worst time explaining one of the most scaring event of their life.

This is absolutely infuriating.

It doesn't help I fought with Tyr on the 30th. Worse, his Instagram story the 31st showed him with THAT guy and when I opened my phone before going to work, I had a full 50 messages on the groupchat he isn't here congratulating him on finally making a move.

Well, making a move on Tyr's point of view. Don't think THAT guy is intelligent enough to understand him being asked to spend New Year's Eve with our favorite avoidant is basically a proposal.

God damn it.

I play with one of my piercings. Not professional, but I'm too hungover to care, and Walpurgis never told me anything. i hate that man but I'll have to admit something, he knows where his priorities lie. Even if we don't have the same.

So, i'm on my desk. I've phoned the victims of the cases i'm working on to ask if they wanted to redo their testimony, so I can work with something. Only one of them said yes, which is not at all surprising, but extremely disappointing ; and she's supposed to come here tomorrow. No patrols for me today, I took care of the paperwork, and the precinct is too calm ; I am idle.

So what do I do when I'm idle ? I open those damn groupchats knowing damn well I'm not gonna like what's inside.

Talked to Tyr this morning, said Brynja. He looked happy on the phone. Apparently he had a good time with Kaizarz, and Oli and Domhildr crashed their party.

Eh, if only we weren't in Sweden, adds Aarni with an eggplant emoji. Kriss bought a ton of sexual shit she wanted to offer them, it would have been so funny.

Gustav sends a sighing emoji, while Hector reacts to that with a "-_-". Thorfinn, tho, is spamming eggplants since at least five minutes. Dumbass. and yeah, I love him, usually, but right now I'm not in the mood.

Do you mind ? I'm at work right now.

Then turn off your phone, party pooper, answers Aarni.

I roll my eyes.

I'm bored out of my mind and I have at least three cases that won't lead anywhere for the victims, I'm trying to distract myself, not hear about the giant asshole and his clique of privilegied.

Do you even hear yourself ? Oli's brown af, dumbass, immediatly answers Aarni.

And I know Domhildr, adds Hector. Mom is going to the same mosque as her parents and sister. She's racised and not at all privilegied. Even with all that white passing.

My teeth grit.

Some of us don't have that chance.

It's been so hard to land a job in the police forces with me being brown and obviously middle-eastern. My father's Danish surname did not help at all. Sometimes I think the only thing keeping me in this precinct is Walpurgis not caring about who we are as long as we get work done. Some of my colleagues don't share the same principles.

Speaking of the devil, I see Amandine bringing out one of those bitches. Sigismund Warsowar. The son of the goddamn mayor. White as ghost, someone had a nightmare ? Don't ask me to pity you. I already am pissed on the fact we had to swap you for a damn murderer's freedom.

I remember when I learnt about the deal. I went to Walpurgis fuming, asking why the fuck are we letting a damn killer, and probably leader of a bloody sect, get away. He just shrugged.

I know this worked because he's the son of Sarovar fucking Warsowar. Because he's white and a good French even though the Warsowar trace not that far a polish ancestry. If it was anyone else this wouldn't have led anywhere. Lugos would still be locked and the victim probably would have died, I don't know how sects work when they don't get their way.

Amandine has a teasing face, and outside our offices I hear a voice I loathe. That is enough for me to leave my chair and spy what's happening.

Of course it's Domhildr. She always comes to the precinct to see him, those days. Somehow I admire her courage. I know from former files and Tyr she had bad experiences with cops. Her and Oli are the two I think I am, sometimes, unjust towards.

I still don't like her. I don't like how bubbly she is, she looks when she talks with Sigismund. I don't like how she twirls her hair when she looks at him. She's trying to seduce him, I'm sure of it. Hah. Find yourself a better man, girl. Your taste is, except for one, awful.

That's the main problem. The one is my best friend, my childhood friend, my everything, and you cut him away from me.

I still remember the face. Angry, cold, radiating rage even though his owner is sitting on an hospital bed with a hand reduced to smitherens and so many IV's in his arms. The valid arm extending to the room in a sharp move.

"Get the fuck out of here, Fen."

I never found the same spark in his eyes after that.

Yet, I suppose I can at least warn Tyr of what is happening. That his crush is currently flirting with a pig.

I get out my phone, and taps some words still looking at the two lovebirds.

Hey, Tyr, get your poodle back, pretty please. It's barking all over the police station.

Answer isn't long to come in. Right, he's still on vacation.

May I inquire which one you're talking about ? I have my doubts but I'd prefer if you'd use her *name*.

Don't have the energy to fight on that.

Fine. Your precious Domhildr entered the fray. And she's not here for any complaint.

I sure hope she isn't, asshole. But since I feel you're dying to tell me, why, pray tell, is she here ?

A smile grows on my lips.

Nothing, just heavily flirting with one of my fellow colleagues. And not anyone. Sigismund Warsowar in the flesh.

The answer is slow to come in, this time. And I feel more and more satisfied.

Because Tyr and I still have something in common. We hate the mayor with every fiber of our being.

After all, the riot that cost him his hand was for protesting against one of his measures for the city.

So, how does it feel to see your little friend colluding with the enemy ? Are you gonna see reason this time ?

I still looked at the two lovebirds, not for long, because I think one of them is about to leave. the tiniest one, of course. But she still is talking when I hear a ding on my phone, characteristic.

I open the notification to see a very cold message.

Mind your own business, Fenrir. She's free to see whoever she wants.

If you say so. Ever get tired of being the second choice ?

No answer.

The girl is leaving anyway. And here comes Sigismund with the most idiotic smile on his face. Someone has a crush, it seems ?

Let's investigate a bit. Hey, I'm a cop or I am not.

***

"Had a good time with your girl back then ?"

Sigismund lifts his head, looks at me with surprise. Not gonna lie, it is the first time I start a conversation with that pig, especially at lunch break. Being polite with him makes me want to vomit, but I have to gather info. For, maybe, enacting the most nuclear revenge ever seen.

Let's see how y'all react when your lies and unsaid words explode right on your face.

But right now we're only in the premices. And I have to know what happened between Sigismund and Domhildr, exactly.

Sigismund who just shrugs.

"She is not my girl."

"Sure looked like it. You're known as the lovebirds of the precinct, Warsowar, and she sure seemed into you."

Bingo. He's blushing. So someone does have a crush.

"... Why do you care ?"

"Well, she is my best friend's favorite person. Or one of them, anyway. So I'm familiar with that tiny face. You can't blame me for wondering ?"

"You know her roommate ?"

Oh, so, you didn't have much info, did you ? Interesting.

"Well, yeah, but I was talking about someone else. A very old friend."

I probably caught his interest, even if he tries very hard not to show it. He just bites in his meal with a pensive expression.

"I guess that's a legitimate curiosity, but... Sorry, not sure I remember your name."

Of course you don't.

"Fenrir Wolffsen."

"Thank you. But why do you care ?"

"Well, it's hard to miss you. And I'd like to be aware if the girl my favorite person is crushing on has someone else in mind. You know, so I can advise him like a good friend to back away and leave you two alone. A shame, tho... They knew each other for so long."

And it still infuriates me.

I've given food for thought to that sweet little pig, apparently. Just in time, lunch is over.

Time to go back to the rape cases. I have to find a lead for every last one of those women the system failed.

***

Day is over, and sadly not productive at all. I used all the means I had at my disposal but couldn't go very far. Walpurgis was looming over my shoulder to make sure I don't break the law. Bitch. I have people to help, can't you understand that ?

So half to get back at him, half to have the feeling of having done something today, I texted on Telegram the planning of the patrols. To my black bloc group. Time to fuck shit up.

The day has ended and I am once again idle. But my work isn't over. Gustav texted me he saw Tyr, Domhildr and Oli hanging out at a bar not that far away. Time to inquire about my favorite old friend and his years-long unrequited crushes.

With one that has taste for pigs, apparently. Ha.

The advantage of them being at a bar is that I can approach them without sounding weird or intrusive. It's a nice bar, anyway. Not too much music, chill ambience, I guess some people at least take into account Tyr's autism diagnosis. He still looks like he swallowed a whole lemon when I approach.

Heh. Wonder why.

"Well look who the wolf dragged in ! Looking awfully sad there, Tyr, I thought you were on vacation ?"

Oli and Domhildr tense up. They never liked me. It's mutual.

But not even Tyr looks happy to see me. Harsh, my friend.

"Hey, Fenrir. What are you doing here ?"

"Oh, saw you by chance. Surprised to see you with them, though. By now I'd thought Domhildr would have joined that good old Sigismund."

Hit a nerve. Tyr's fingers just tensed. Perfect.

Domhildr, her, looks stupefied.

"How do you..."

"Hey, I'm a police officer. When someone comes in my precinct and flirts heavily with the most known cop of the bunch, of couse word gets by."

"It would be nicer if you minded your own business," added Oli, wary.

"Hey, com'on, I'm not here to slutshame or anything like that. I was just surprised. Haven't seen you guys together in a while, I thought you had other priorities ?"

He's more and more tense. Oli and Domhildr don't even reply, flabbergasted, or more likely unable to find anything to retort. Time to deal the final blow.

"By the way, Domhildr, Sigismund had the most beatified smile I have ever seen when he came back to his desk. Thought you wanted to know you had a chance."

This indeed was the final strand. Tyr just got up, face closed and fists in his pockets.

"I'd better go to the toilet. Sorry, guys, I'll be right back. See you later, Fenrir."

"Sure. Not gonna impose to your precious friends, had other things to do. I'll call you tomorrow."

No answer, again. He just walks to the corner of the bar without a look towards us. And I don't intend to stay with the other two, I know when I'm not wanted. So I tilt my head in salutations and walk away to order my beer.

I wonder how all of this will end now that I've cleared the air.