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[tommeraasx]

Chris Schistad Gifs (Skam Season 3 teaser)

[fandomscompilation]

The first time (Fjor Jutul x Pregnant!Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x wife pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, hormones(?), chaotic plot

About: The first pregnancy is always confusing. How will Fjor handle his wife's changing moods?

Requested: Yes, by anonim

A/N: Hi everyone! I took to cleaning my inbox. When I'm done with requests that's been sitting there for too long I'm back to my two series! Please enjoy this little piece and remember my requests are open!

The day was going slow for Y/N. Since early morning she was feeling nauseous and it brought her mood down. The house was empty making her even more depressed without anyone to talk to. But she understood that no matter her state the family had to work and go on with their lives. Especially now that she was carrying the first descendant of the Jutul family.

Y/N was looking through cabinets when the doors opened and the first person came back. She smiled at Saxa but didn't utter a word to greet her.

"How are you feeling?" Her sister-in-law asked putting her bag down.

"I'm fine." Her words weren't too convincing but the older girl let it slide knowing hormones were already acting up.

"Fjor will be home soon, he went to grab some things from the market." She said softly sending a smile to Y/N and left upstairs.

The room fell silent while the pregnant girl munched on some old cookies. She knew the habit of eating unhealthy had to go soon, but she still managed to sneak some snacks when her husband wasn't around to scold her. Ever since the pregnancy started Fjor was overprotective, annoyingly so. The baby was growing and so did the protective side of the giant. It was cute in a way, but when she was tired, with sore muscle and more problems came up in the daily activities, it started to feel a little suffocating. Not that she said anything to him outright.

"Honey, I'm home!" Y/N turned her head to see Fjor with bags almost spilling over with the food he bought.

"Hi." She smiled before giving him a welcome kiss, a routine they developed in the first year of their relationship.

"What did you do today? I hope you didn't tire yourself out." He asked with a warning tone making her huff in frustration.

"I spend the whole day on the couch." To prove her point she sat down in her old spot throwing the blanket over her legs. Fjor smiled walking up with couple of her favorite fruits.

"What did you eat?" He asked throwing his arm over her shoulder. Involuntary she relaxed into his side.

"Some toast and the soup you left me." Y/N mumbled starting to munch on her healthy snack.

"That's good, you want to have a bath?" He was already on the way to stand up when she pulled his arm back.

"No. I want to sit here." Her voice was weak and she hated the fact that even when she was frustrated at him she seeks his warmth and closeness.

"Alright. We can stay for a bit, but later on we're running a bath, yeah?" She nodded sighting and focused her gaze on the TV. Fjor was looking through his phone simply offering his arms to her. They spend a bit of time like this until Saxa came down again.

"Hey, I'm going to prepare dinner. Any special orders?" Her smile was soft but Y/N felt like a little baby that was fussy over her food. So simply shaking her head she went back to watching the TV, not wanting to start unnecessary fights.

"What about some steamed vegetables and chicken, huh?" Fjor asked leaving her side to help his sister. Y/N huffed standing up too.

"I'm going to take a bath." She said not waiting for their response.

She prepared herself a bath and soaked her body into bubbles. The soft scent of candles and the warmth from the water helped to calm her nerves and sore body. Y/N put her hands on the growing belly and did few breathing exercises to fully embrace the calmness. It was a tiring time for her, the pregnancy, the way everyone jumped around her and didn't let her be herself. Some days she felt like the family forgot her body was stronger than a regular human and that she knew what was best for her and the baby.

She was laying in the bath with her eyes closed when the doors cracked open.

"Hey the dinner is ready." Her husband's voice carried around the bathroom and soon she heard his steps. "Were you in the bath all this time? The water is starting to turn cold, come on." He said checking the water and extending his hand to help her out. She didn't fight but still wasn't to happy to leave.

"You know I can take care of myself right?" She huffed while he wrapped her in a towel.

"Of course, but I'm here to do it for you." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, but he still noticed the eye roll she gave him. "What?"

"You act like I don't know how to care of myself and the baby." Y/N could feel a slight sting of incoming tears in her eyes and it angered her even more, the fact that she wasn't in control of her emotions anymore. "You can leave me alone for the whole day, but the moment someone's home you all act like I can't decide what's best for us. I can cook and run myself a bath." She waved her hand at the bathtub to make him realize that she was fine on her own. "All of you act like I'm some fragile porcelain doll, and I'm not!"

"Baby please come down." Fjor said putting his hands on her arms but she shook him off and stomped away to put some clothes on. He followed into the room and sighted closing the doors. "Y/N, please."

"I tell you what pisses me off and you start with 'calm down'? I have every right to feel this way, Fjor." She snapped and he visibly flinched, since she never used his first name.

"I'm sorry. But you never said anything and we didn't think this bothers you." He frowned and embraced her in a hug to prevent her pushing him away again. "I spend my days in the office and once I'm back I want to take care of you. I didn't realize this could be a problem, love. But if it makes you mad then I can.. back off a bit?" She took a deep breath in and placed her head on his shoulder. She let herself stand there for a second.

"No more telling me what I should eat, or when I should take a bath, okay?" She looked up at him with her best puppy eyes and Fjor chuckled nodding.

"I promise." He said and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "But now we should really get downstairs and eat, because Saxa prepared dinner and didn't even let me touch a thing!" He huffed trying to lighten up the mood and he was happy to see Y/N smile.

"I think it's more because of your cooking skills, darling." She smirked leaving him behind gaping in shock.

"I'm a good chef!" Fjor protested following his wife while she laughed carelessly.

Maybe they were new to the situation and maybe Y/N still had trouble with communicating her problems, but he was ready to listen and provide as much care and love as she asked for. Because Fjor knew that this woman was the only one for him and he couldn't wait to have a smaller version running around. Even when it'll be pure chaos if the child will inherit their mother's personality.

[rainbowcaleb]

its almost midnight, have a ficlet I wrote in a sprint tonight for fun

“This is so unfair.” Jester pouts, and her duplicate stamps her foot in consensus. “We’ve only just met and you’re already leaving! Why do all the fun people never stay around long enough to party with us?”

“And you haven’t really partied until you’ve invited me.” The faun grins, then she tilts her head in sudden thought. Her hand plays with the flowers in her hair, half-braiding and half-tangling as she thinks. “I have an idea, someone would owe her a big favor if we call again so soon, but she does love me so very much, so maybe…”

Jester watches with great interest as her new friend Fearne trails off. Then suddenly her hand shoots out and a glowing lollipop appears. She wields the spectral handle and bonks the figure on the ground with an echoing smack.

“Ha!” Fearne leaps back and laughs in surprise and mirth. “Shoot, I wasn’t paying attention. Was he trying to escape?”

Jester prods the red robed figure with her stick, which results in a quiet groan. Underneath the layers of brassy chains and fifty feet of rope, there is the extremely defeated body of a former archmage. 

“He was twitching, but I dealt with it.” Jester blows on the top of the weapon, striking a pose like a gunslinger. 

“Oh my goodness, Jester, I love your style.” Fearne claps her hands. “That decides it. I’m going to call my Nana and she can help us out. Have you and your friends ever traveled to the fey realm before?”

Jester lets out a shriek that rivals some nearby birds. “Oh my gosh, oh Fearne, I mean I had assumed from your whole deal you were fey, but it’s always rude to assume you know, but gosh I would love to go back! Artie took me once but it was over so fast and barely a fun trip at all.” Jester grabs Fearne’s hands and they start to spin, trodding over the robed figure with heels and hoofs. 

“This is going to be the *best* party! My Nana has a tiki bar and a skin garden and there’s even slides on the outside of the house! You’re going to love it!”

Jester and Fearne laugh and dance for a couple minutes before a loud cough comes from beside them.

“Jester, light of my life, I hate to interrupt whatever this is…” Fjord waves with his one good arm, the other still in the temporary bandages. The archmage and his ensemble hadn’t been the easiest to take down, even with the Bells help.

“Oh, Admiral Tusktooth!” She skips towards him and leans into his arms. He winces but smiles fondly at her. “We’re going on a honeymoon!”

~*~*~

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Nana Morri slides a second platter of biscuits and finger sandwiches onto the table. “Try the lavender, I pick it locally.” The second Nana gestures its eyes to the purple confection on the plate.

Jester picks one up and eats it whole in one enthusiastic bite. “Whoa, it's so buttery and floral? I thought I had tried every sweet in the world already but this is totally new. It might even be good with cinnamon, have you ever tried?”

Fearne takes a daisy shaped shortbread and puts it on like a ring. “Take a sip of the drink too, you wouldn’t think lemonmilk whiskey would work, but everything Nana whips up at the tiki bar is just so, so good.”

“I know someone who really should take a sip.” She scoots her chair around to face the side better. “Isn’t that right Lewdie Loo? Would Lewdie Loo like a sippy?” She flicks the archmage on the forehead but he doesn’t move, the lump to his head having knocked him unconscious. 

“I still think this is a terrible idea.” Fjord mutters. Caleb hmms in agreement, his eyes not leaving the robed mage. 

Jester and Fearne’s head both snap to look at the recently dubbed 'boy’s table' in the garden yard. 

“What was that, my husband?” Jester asks.

“I said he’s a terrible honeymoon guest!” Fjord holds up his cup, mimicking a clink in Jester’s direction. 

“He’s totally right.” Fearne sighs. “What a party pooper!”

Jester puts the cup back on the table, eyeing up Ludinus. “You think Lewdie Loo would like a slide?”

Fjord hears that and gently knocks his elbow into Caleb’s side. “I know this is probably... a lot. You don’t have to be here for this.” 

Caleb considers this, eyes still narrowed on Ludinus. “How long is the slide, the faun said?”

“The height of the whole house.” 

“And it empties into the swamp behind the house that she said ‘was probably full of faerie poo and leftovers from the skin garden'?”

“That’s what she said if you believe it.”

Caleb nodded once and then stood up. “I have decided I definitely want to be here for this.”

[imprvdente]

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋.

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colours.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colours.

tagged by @countlessrealities (thank you <3)

tagging @uselessdevice (Basil), @governmentofficial @multipleoccupancy @thenightmareofyourdrems (Fjor) @audaciious​ @theresastargirl @dcmure 

[theinheriteddutchess]

Watched the first 2 episodes of Ragnarok (netflix) today and I'm afraid to get into the tags and get spoiled... But man it's been a lot!

Spoilers I guess?

Magne becoming power hungry, laurits as usual rejecting the family he grew up with and who clearly love him, Fjor has become uber-evil, (the creepy fake nice smile to the new lady working for him and then...😬🫣), a wedding... Too soon but okay they're happy.

Finally Ran being scared, I kind of loved her and Fjor on their knees, because they were so arrogant until this moment.

And yes I know magne is using his powers to intimidate them, but he wasn't wrong that Fjor can afford to pay for his food!! These beings just leech everything from everyone and don't care what they're doing at all.

Anyway I'm so excited, everyone's acting so well, I'm really sad that this is the last season!

But also, I just want laurits to support and love his brother, I feel he's being a hypocrite expecting to get information from Magne (which he spills to Fjor), without giving him anything back, like the deal he made with "his family"🤢, the fact his son is being raised to kill his brother (which he doesn't tell to, you know, not kill his brother?). Where's the love there? Why leave his family, and go straight to the Jutuls, by now he should know they don't give a shit about him. And now he doesn't even go back home, but his brother and mother never did anything to him. I love him, but that's a hard point for me.

At least he has his human-eating serpent🥲.

[readheadlonely]

That smile, that damned smile...

[therealvinelle]

Ok I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I'm just now copying your Norwegian Bella AU into a text translator, and if you don't already have 50 people in your inbox demanding a translation then shame on ALL OF US because this is glorious! And while Google Translate does have a certain charm (it translated "piper hun ut" as "she beeps") I'm curious to see how you'd put it in English.

Troquantary is referring to this post. In which Bella doesn't speak English.

Fun fact, you're the only one who's gone into my inbox to request this. I was so sad, had the translation half-written and everything, but I was too proud to beg. So thank you, Troquantary, for popping this ask.

As for the dictionary fuckups, sounds about right. I made a few typos, too, that made Google Translate suffer even more. (Such as managing to mix up "henne" (her) and "hendene" (hands), resulting in Aro patting Bella instead of clapping his hands. Poor Google.)

Also, there are a few cultural references and language things that would be lost in the translation, in an attempt to keep them I included notes clarifying things.

Some things, like Aro and Carlisle's very old man way of speaking, are easier said than done to translate, you'll have to bear with me there.

Additional notes are that I added a few things to this version, many of them because translating is hard, but a few because while translating I thought "oh you know what would be much funnier-" and then wrote that.

Alright, without further ado:

When Renée left Charlie she did not go to Florida, she went to Oslo. And she went all in to make her daughter a true Norwegian, hiring Norwegian nannies and making sure never to speak English around the child. Since transatlantic flights are expensive, little Bella Swan rarely got to visit her father, and as such she never did learn what should have been her native language.

She quickly forgot what English she did have in favor of Norwegian, with the exception of words like “Yes”, “No”, and “I’m Bella”.

The few trips she took to visit her father were all the more awkward than in canon since she couldn’t play with the Black kids. Let not the blame fall upon Charlie: he took Norwegian classes and speaks conversational Norwegian. He can’t speak to Renée, because her Norwenglish is incomprehensible even to Norwegians, but he can communicate with Bella.

Not that he’s had a lot of chances to do so.

Bella makes it to seventeen years old, she’s in second grade at Handels* and is a major outsider among the preps there, and then Renée marries a handsome skier**. Together they shall travel the continent all winter to participate in as many skiing races as they can, and in the summer they’ll take gigs at Hurtigruta to see the coast.

*“Handels” is the nickname for an Oslo high school infamous for its pupils being rich and beautiful blonds who are going to be CEOs when they grow up.

**Skiing as a sport is huge in Norway

***Hurtigruta is a famous ferry that travels across the Norwegian West coast

Bella, who sucks at skiing and is too young to work at Hurtigruten, takes the hint.

With dread in her stomach and dictionary in hand she goes to her father in America.

Where she doesn’t speak the language.

Faen.

Charlie gives her a car, and I wish this meta was set in the present because I could have joked about electric cars and the automat only driver’s license*, but Twilight is set in 2005 so I can’t. The car part proceeds without drama.

*An increasing number of Norwegian youth take the driver’s license for automatic cars only, and we’re the country in the world with the highest percentage of electric car purchases.

School is worse than in canon, because she is now a thousand times more sensational than if she was merely the new student. She is from another country! All of Forks keels over with excitement.

To make matters even worse, our girl doesn’t understand a word of what people are saying.

She is too awkward to let them know she doesn’t know English. It’d become a thing, and they might think she’s dumb. To be fair, it’s not good that she’s been through primary, secondary, and now a year and a half of high school and still sucks at English.

So she nods, smiles, mumbles “Hi, I’m Bella” to the new faces, and blushes heavily when anybody says anything.

People assume she’s shy. That’s a bit boring, but oh well.

She has her biology class with the redhead hottie she noticed during lunch. She watched him and his family, they were fascinatingly pretty, but she doesn’t know anything more about them. Sure would have been great if she could have asked the tiny girl (was it Jess?) about them.

Biology proceeds as in canon - Edward badly wants to eat the delicious girl, but fortunately doesn’t.

She runs into him in the office when he tries to switch to another biology lesson, but she has no idea what he’s saying so she only has the suspicion that this somehow concerns her. Which is still uncomfortable, but Bella is probably the problem here. The hottie surely can’t be.

He’s missing from school for a week, Bella finds that weird.

He returns, and to her great horror he starts talking to her.

“Hello”, he says.

Bella dies inside. He’s too handsome!

"I'm Edward Cullen," he continues, and ok, she got that. The hottie is called Edward, that’s good to know. She’s not sure she caught that last name, though, Köln?

He says something else, it’s gibberish to Bella even though she’s concentrating, and at the end there he says “Bella Swan”.

She gulps.

"I'm Bella Swan," she confirms and nods. That should be correct. God, she hopes it’s correct.

He smiles a crooked, boyish smile. She’s awed. She didn’t think it was possible to be so beautiful.

He says something else.

Bella didn’t catch it.

She blushes even harder, she hasn’t been more embarrassed in her life. Here he is, the most handsome guy in all the world, and she has nothing to say to him. Literally, they don’t speak the same language.

She should tell him.

It’s one thing to chicken out of telling the town she doesn’t speak English, but there’s something different about Edward Cullen. He deserves the truth.

But...

He’s the most beautiful person she has seen in her life. He is American, too, so the odds of him knowing Norwegian are microscopical. If he finds out she doesn’t understand a word he says he’ll stop talking to her, and selfish as she is she doesn’t want that.

So with a slightly guilty conscience (but not enough to fess up) she contributes to the conversation with enough words and smiles to pull through. "Yes", "No", "Thank you", and "That's nice".

He is surprised by several of these answers, but instead of giving her odd looks and losing interest he grows more invested in the conversation.

Class ends.

The next day the near accident happens, and he saves her. She is stunned - dear god, did he just pick up a whole car? After teleporting across the parking lot..?

Soon she’s in the ER, and more than a little bit stressed about that fact since she knows the Americans have a terrible healthcare system.

She hopes Charlie has an insurance.

An insanely beautiful man walks into the ER, and Bella is shocked. He is just as handsome as Edward and Edward’s lunch friends!

He introduces himself as Carlisle Cullen, and Bella can only assume this is someone’s older brother. Possibly related to the blonde girl.

He smiles at her, says something, and she answers, "I'm Bella Swan."

He frowns.

That must have been the wrong answer, then.

His hands return to investigating her scalp, and to her great surprise he switches to perfect Norwegian, "kjenner De* noe ubehag når jeg holder her?" Do you feel any discomfort when I touch here?

*De is the Norwegian polite pronoun for “you”. Du = thou = the French tu, and De = you = the French vous. These polite pronouns went out of use in the 1980’s, save for when addressing royal persons, and would be considered antiquated in 2005.

He hurries to add, "Norsk lærte jeg i... fjor sommer. Det var et nettkurs." I learned Norwegian… last year. Online class.

"Hvilket da?" Which one? Bella asks, because Charlie needs to hear about this. The doctor has beautiful, if slightly outdated, pronunciation.

The doctor’s smile turns uncertain. She gets the feeling there’s something he doesn’t want to say. "Husker ikke," I don’t remember, sier han etter en litt vel lang pause.

That’s a shame. And weird.

"De hadde hellet med Dem i dag, som ikke ble truffet av den bilen." You were lucky today, not getting hit by that car. he then says, noticeably changing the subject.

"Det var ikke hell, det var Edward," It wasn’t luck, it was Edward, she replies sharply.

The doctor definitely looks uncomfortable.

She continues, "Han krysset skolegården på et blunk, og plukket opp hele bilen. Jeg så det," He crossed the schoolyard in a moment, and picked up the whole car. I saw it,

The doctor laughs. "Om han kunne det hadde nok gymkarakteren hans vært meget bedre. Nei, frøken Swan*, jeg beklager å si at det høres ut som at De er litt omtåket. Det er helt normalt ved hjernerystelse." If he could do that, his PE grade would be a lot better. No, Miss Swan, I’m sorry to say you seem confused. That’s normal with concussions.

*Addressing a young woman as “frøken” is even more outdated than using polite pronouns.

Why does Bella get the feeling he’s lying?

She’s discharged.

We’ll jump ahead to her trip to La Push - that trip uneventful, since Jacob knows she doesn’t speak English. They stick their hands in their pockets and stare at the sea.

The next day she’s shanghaied to Port Angeles, because apparently she said “Yes” at the wrong time when talking to Jessica (Turns out Jess’s name was Jessica!) and accidentally said yes to a day trip to Port Angeles.

Like in canon she wanders away from the others, and as in canon she is nearly gang raped. And again as in canon she is saved at the last moment by Edward.

He buys her dinner, and she can’t believe her own luck- and misfortune. A date with the most handsome guy on the planet (hence the luck) and she can’t say a word to him (hence the misfortune)!

He says things to her, lends her his jacket, and really this is it for Bella, she’s peaked, life can’t get better than this.

(That’s a lie, it would be better if she spoke English.)

He’s so amazing.

She’s gotten pretty good at navigating conversations with him, so she nods and aha’s her way through.

In his car on the way home the tone takes a more serious turn.

He asks her about something, and it’s a serious question, that much she’s gathered. She answers in the confirmative.

He is silent.

Did she say anything wrong?

(Edward, on his end, just asked if she knows what he is. She said yes, so calmly, not even a trace of fear in her.)

A few days later he takes her out on a walk in the woods.

He shows her a meadow in the woods, and when he steps into it he lights up in the sunlight.

Bella is in shock.

She knew there was something different about him, but- holy cow. This guy isn’t human.

Is she dating a god?

She stumbles into the clearing after him, and they spend a day together where he says things, and she can barely hear any of it (nevermind understand it) because she’s so distracted by how pretty he is.

The next day he takes her to a house in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t want to guess that this can be where he lives. Surely gods don’t live in houses?

He shows her inside the house, and introduces her for Dr. Cullen and a lady with a name she doesn’t catch.

Bit weird that these two are acting like a couple of parents, they’re far too young and divine for that.

Edward shows her around in an old-fashioned office, and she doesn’t know what to make of i when she sees a painting of Carlisle. Edward launches into a long story when he sees her watching it, unfortunately she doesn’t catch any dates or artist names. At one point she heard the word “suicide”, though, and that’s not good.

She doesn’t get much out of the story.

The baseball game doesn’t happen because Bella didn’t pick up on what Edward wanted and didn’t realize she was being invited to a thing. They spend the afternoon watching a movie instead.

The relationship continues, impeded slightly by communication problems, but she’s mostly able to cover those up.

Until her birthday comes around.

She gets a papercut.

Jasper lunges at her. Edward throws her into a glass table, and then everyone is leaving.

Carlisle is kind enough to switch to Norwegian when he’s stitching up her arm, perhaps remembering the last time she was his patient. "Jasper har ikke vært på dietten vår så veldig lenge." Jasper hasn’t been on our diet for very long.

"Diett?"she asks. She’s never seen Edward eat anything. She wasn’t clear on what the Cullens ate, honestly she thought they were above such things. She was thinking maybe photosynthesis. The knowledge that they apparently eat food astounds her, but diets?

"Dyreblod istedenfor menneskeblod," Animal blood in stead of human blood, Carlisle clarifies.

Whachasay?

Carlisle gives a slight smile. “Jaspers liv som vampyr fikk en brutal start." Jasper’s life as a vampire got off to a brutal start.

...

Vampire?!

Bella’s missed something here.

Oh dear lord, oh fy faen, she has missed something.

“Åja”, uh huh, is all she can say, and suddenly she’s very aware of the fact that she’s sitting there with a bleeding arm.

And Carlisle.

Who is a vampire.

Over the course of the following conversation Bella makes a host of discoveries.

Edward has been a vampire this whole time, and he’s a telepathic vampire. Whether Bella should be a vampire too or not has been a matter of hot debate, but due to religious reasons Edward doesn’t want that.

Carlisle also brings up how Edward died of the Spanish flu.

"Jeg var under den oppfatning at Edward fortalte deg bakhistorien min?" I was under the impression Edward told you my back story? Carlisle asks at one point, and Bella just has to ask very nicely if he’d be so kind as to repeat it.

Turns out the guy is nearly four hundred years old.

Jaha.

Jahahaha jaa ha.

That’s… a lot.

She wanders out of the house in shock, and hardly notices Edward’s strange behavior over the next couple of days.

One day he picks her up at school, and takes her behind the house.

That works out.

He’s a vampire, but he never hurt her. He is endlessly beautiful, perhaps easier to love now that she knows he’s not a god. He’s her Edward, and that’s suddenly easier now that she knows.

They can still be together.

But now that she knows this about him, it’s about time he knows something about her as well.

It’s time to finally be honest with him.

So when he opens his mouth, she opens her mouth as well, but she doesn’t get any further than to “Edward-” before he launches into a monologue.

She’ll have to wait until he’s done before saying her piece. It’s a bit embarrassing, but it doesn’t seem like he intends to stop talking anyway.

And what he’s saying seems to be serious, so it’s probably best to let him finish.

Edward concludes his monologue by kissing her forehead. Then he disappears.

Where did he go?

A big unsure, Bella goes back to the house. She’ll just have to wait until he gets back.

She doesn’t know what to think when Charlie returns from work and tells her the Cullens have all left.

Oh, god.

Edward must have found out she doesn’t speak English.

She made a mockery of him.

He has every right to leave.

Knowing this doesn’t make it any easier to live with.

Bella sinks into a depression.

The hallucinations begin, as in canon, though Hallusinward speaks Norwegian. Thank god for small mercies.

The friendship with Jacob (dictionary in hand) blooms, as someone has to help her see those hallucinations.

The cliff diving happens, and Alice shows up. Bella’s not sure what this is about, but she has gotten good enough at English to know that something bad happened, and Alice wants them to do something.

She’s a bit surprised to find herself on a plane to Italy, though.

Alice tells her to “Run to Edward” and ok, she got that, actually.

So she saves Edward.

After that she’s taken into the sewer, which turns out to house dozens of vampires.

Bella, Edward, and Alice are received in some kind of hall, where an unusual vampire has quite a bit to say. She understands some of what he’s saying, at least the part about “la tua cantante”. She knows a bit about Italian, see, so she knows that he’s talking about a song now.

She wishes she knew the context.

At one point he takes her hand, and appears fascinated by it. She wonders if he’s a palmreader. Not very vampirey, but what does she know.

He asks her a question.

"Yes," she says.

Saying yes has gotten her this far, after all.

But when he lights up and claps his hands together, and Edward and Alice stare at her in shock and betrayal, she knows she must have said the wrong thing.

The two are dismissed from the room before Bella can do or say anything, she’s just listening to Edward make a racket outside in the hallway.

Not good.

The unusual vampire brings her further down in his sewer palace to a basement, and she is given comfortable clothes to wear.

This is getting terrifying.

The vampire leans towards her - and she chickens out.

"Jeg snakker ikke engelsk!" she squeaks. "Non habla ingles!" I don’t speak English.

Han stanser, og ser forvirret ut. "Que- Hva behager*?" I beg your pardon? spør han etter et øyeblikk.

*A very formal, and slightly outdated (you can use it, but people will think you’re putting on airs. And they will be right) way of saying “excuse me?”

Sobbing, Bella tells him the whole story, from how she didn’t want to be the weird kid in school to how she’s now somehow in Italy without knowing why nor what she just agreed to.

When she’s done the vampire starts laughing.

"Dette forklarer jo en hel del," This explains quite a bit, ler han. "Men, kjære Bella, jeg er redd det ikke endrer noe." But, my dear Bella, I’m afraid it changes nothing.

He tells her that she has agreed to serve him and his army of undead warriors into eternity.

Well fuck.

"Du skal få slippe det, når du ikke visste hva du samtykket til - men skjebnen din forblir den samme. Loven er loven." You’re released from that promise, as you didn’t know what you agreed to - but your fate remains the same. The law is the law.

After a moment of silence, during which she looks terrified, he hurries to add, "Vi har en lov. Du må bli en av oss." We have a law. You must become one of us.

A law that Bella Swan has to become a vampire?

People are finally speaking Norwegian, and Bella is still lost. And it’s too embarrassing to keep pestering this poor, polite man with questions.

So she nods.

He gives her a glittering smile, and bites her.

When she wakes, Aro offers her an English course. A language course that, naturally, leads to her staying in Volterra. Why not learn a few more languages while we’re at it, dearest Bella?

Some time later Edward breaks into Volterra to save his Rapunzel, only to barely recognize her now that she’s a vampire who says things. Lots of things, she talks all the time now. WHAT DID ARO DO TO HER.

Too mortified to admit that she never spoke English, Bella claims she’s been brainwashed.

Aro is having too much fun to correct her, and the whole sad affair sets off a regrettable flood of rumors.

[jutulssuccessor]

Fjor hadn't realized there were Demons residing at the hotel as he'd dropped his guard. Today was his day off, so he didn't bother contacting Saxa, Ran, or anyone else from back home. Expanding Jutul Industries was of the utmost importance-- it would put more cash in his family's wallets, and create jobs for others looking for work.

The Giant took note of the book the woman had been reading, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, you. Everyone else is swimming." He gestured towards the pool where a group of women were swimming and splashing each other.

"Hanging around by yourself? Are you waiting for someone?" He nodded his head. "It's lively here, wouldn't you agree? I like it, believe it or not." Fjor was again reminded that not all humans were bad; in fact, the service at the hotel was excellent and the other guests hadn't bothered him once.

Esmeray had found herself chasing a demon at a nearby hotel. She decided to wait around in hopes it would show up soon since it was tourist season.

While reading a worn copy of a Catcher in the Rye she heard a voice from behind her. The brunette stopped and turned seeing a rather attractive man.

“Uh uhm me?” The mortician sputtered with her words, she wasn’t quite used to people approaching her - especially really hot foreign strangers.

“I uhm uh, I’m just, hanging around.” She shrugged her shoulders, attempting to seem casual. “Yeah sure, that sounds cool.”

The demon could wait - right?

[tommeraasx]

Oh ❤️😂

[fandomscompilation]

Safe heaven (Fjor Jutul x Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Reader

Requested: YES, by anonim (prompt 25)

Warnings: Reader being a little shit, teasing, blood and murder mentioned

About: Reader tries to have as much fun as possible with the new information of Fjor's real nature.

A/N: Welcome everyone! This request made me smile and writing this was even better. I hope you'll enjoy this little fic as much as I do. Enjoy! And don't forget to request!

Giants and Gods were only a myth for you. You believed in them as a child, but with age you saw them as fairytales just like any other person. They were the past.

But now, as a girlfriend of one, you believed in them. You believed in every story you heard as a child. It seemed that everything could be possible now that you knew the truth.

When Fjor showed you who he really is you didn't feel scared. Shocked? Yes. But you could never fear him. You saw him at his worst and he never made you doubt his promise of keeping you safe, so you had no reason to change your point of view.

It came as a surprise to Fjor. He was prepared for the worst option, that you'd leave him and won't look back. But the moment you touched his cheek with your tender touch he felt exhilarated.

You kept on asking questions about his life, about all the myths and legends. You wanted to know everything from his perspective, someone who lived through all of it. And Fjor couldn't be more grateful to have someone who truly loved him, no matter his form.

Soon, you went back to your life as it was. You easily accepted the fact of being with a Jotunn and went back to just enjoying free time with your boyfriend.

"Can you come here?" Fjor asked with his voice muffled by the pillow. He was exhausted and went straight to your bed after work. You let him rest, while doing some work of your own.

"So you could kill me?" You raised your gaze from the papers and kept a natural face to play a bit with him. He looked to you squinting.

"I want to bloody cuddle." Fjor almost growled, already irritated that you weren't by his side. You chuckled walking to the bed.

"No blood involved, please." Your smirk made him roll his eyes. He finally caught up to your teasing. You crawled next to him and immediately he had you wrapped in his arms. "You're going to suffocate me."

"Shhh.." He mumbled closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. You always had this effect on him, just holding you close and feeling your warmth allowed him to relax.

"Are you going to stay the night?" You asked after few seconds. He hummed tiredly, sleep already clouding his senses. "I should text Laurits then, so at least someone will know who they have to look for."

"What are you on about?" Fjor mumbled looking down at you.

"You know, when you slit my throat at night." You tried hiding your smirk, but he still noticed the change.

"You little shit" He hissed before moving his hands over your ribs. You chuckled trying to get away, but he held you close and began tickling your sensitive spots.

"Stop!" You breathlessly shouted through the laughs.

"It's a good way to go don't you think?" Fjor teased going at you again. Your laugh filled the room.

Those moments were the ones you cherished the most, because it allowed Fjor to be just a boy. He could relax and be goofy with you. You hoped to be his safe heaven as long as time would allow.

[nymphastoriasblog]

HIKING WITH FJOR JUTUL ✨💖

i am on my fjor’s phase guys 😭

warnings: frogs, outside activities (for lazies like me) and smut

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buy the chaotic author a coffee ☕️

it all started when you saw magne hiking around (and smashing trees)

it took you almost four days to fully bring fjor into a hiking with you

mostly because he was hanging around with his friends and because there was cooler things to do (🔞)

but he agreed since you seemed to be more exciting (and annoying) every day

you found some old workout clothes on your closet

fjor didnt even put many efforts on his outfit, the man was wearing jeans

but you didn’t mind though, at least he was coming

hiking is a secret passion of him but he uses it only when he’s feeling upset

so he was afraid that hiking with you, he would remember all the hard times he went through

that only hiking eased him off

but after a while, he started to enjoy your company and to have fun

you put a smile on his face when you accidentaly stepped into a hole

he actualy started to take pictures of you guys after a while

after 20 minutes, you gave up and asked him to carry you around in backpack style

and he did it gladly and smiling

totally fucked you into a tree

and after a while you guys just stopped by a field and appreciate each others company and the view

he then ate you out on a rock

you guys came home almost 8 pm

and he showered with you and then watched a random movie with you

it was simple, but one of his favorites dates ever

when you finally fall asleep, he kept watching the videos he took of you in his camera roll

and felt proud of himself that he caught on full 4k the moment a frog jumped towards you and you had a mini heart attack

he apologized after that but he still cracked to himself a while after the frog incident

[colossalcriminal]

Hello! Can I request a Fjor x f!reader (already in a relationship) in which she discovers his real identity and at first she is scared of him and he doesn't want her to be, but in the end she accepts him and there is like angst then comforting fluff? I thank you a lot💙💙

Ancient History - f.j

Pairing: Fjor Jutul x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is forced to comprehend the truth about her boyfriend.

Content Warnings: Near break up, not proofread and it's short.

"I don't want to know what you are."

It was quite comical, how long it'd taken for her to realize her boyfriend's immortality. Hints were everywhere, from the pictures of his family throughout history, to the old artifact's in Vidar's office. "Y/N, please." He reached out, heart dropping when she stepped away.

In truth, she was afraid. In all the time they'd been together, Fjor had never once held any ill intent towards the girl, showering her with the purest love and the most thoughtful gifts, what'd changed?

"Please don't come near me."

His body went rigid at the quiver in her voice. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Please."

Plea falling on deaf ears, her tense frame did not ease. "How do I know that?"

"Because I love you, Y/N."

"We could never work."

Eyebrows furrowed, Fjor cocked his head at her statement. "Yes, we could. We can make this work." He practically begged.

Tears threatened to spill, burning sensation engulfing her waterline. "How? I am going to grow old, and you're going to stay like this. Young, and beautiful!"

He knew there was no reasoning with this, after all, she was right. He took one step closer, relieved when she didn't recoil. "Stay with me anyways."

"That's not fair."

"But I will protect you, forever. I'll do anything you want me to do."

He took her hands in his, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs across her hands. Y/N cracked a minuscule smile. "You'll make me look like a cougar."

The boy laughed at the jest. "Really? I'm over 700 years old."

"I didn't know I had a thing for older men."

Their giggles died down as she finally gave into his embrace. "I'm going to take care of you." She nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too, Fjor."

[m-adp-each]

Laurits, what have they done to you?

The first season gave us a perky, playful guy who smiled and responded to any taunt, who was with Magne until the end and was able to stand up for his family.

The second season gives us only suffering and the injustice of fate. Laurits moves from family to family, he makes it clear from the very beginning that he doesn't feel like a Seier completely. He knows he's not like that, but how much is «not like that»? It annoys him wildly that he has to feel all this introspection.

He finds out that he is actually Vidar's son and ... finds happiness? Let's be clear, even if the elder Jutul assured everyone in the beginning that he didn't care about Laurits, he still became attached to him. He saw himself in the boy — with the same thoughts, desires — and the boy saw his father in the man.

For the first time in a long time, Laurits felt that he was needed, that he was who he really was.

He also falls in love. He didn't even look at Fjor the way he looked at the guy from the cafe.

But what happens? The Jutuls don't accept it. He wants to be with his father, but he also wants to be with Magne. Helps him. Betrays Vidar. And for what? So that then the side of the «positive heroes» will take it and reject it? Saying he couldn't be with them.

Back to the Jutuls again, and almost dead! It was death. A special person. And the boy wanted to believe to the end that his father didn't want to cause him real harm. He loved him. And the heart breaks when Ran says how they thought about killing the «bastard».

He is tossed from side to side; he is now accepted into his pack, then thrown out. They play on his feelings, break his heart, make him consider himself an outcast. They say it's worthless. The only thing that brings him joy is his own son. The one whose existence and life he saved.

Laurits Seier is no longer the cheerful boy who knows who he is and has a family. He is now a Jutul, giant without feelings and emotions. He's alone now.

Pls give him happiness😭😭😭😭

[oneshortdamnfuse]

Laurits has very clear attachment issues that I wish people would take into account when judging his actions. Not just why he flip flops between helpful and not-helpful behaviors, but why he struggles to connect with his peers in general. It seems a bit paradoxical - he gets attached easily to anyone who gives him the tiniest hint of acceptance / inclusion (e.g. Fjor & friends, Jens, Vidar...) but he is incapable of maintaining those relationships. He internalizes this, blaming himself. Yet, many of the people around him simply do not understand what it is like to be him. People in Edda seem generally accepting of gay, lesbian, and transgender people. At the same time, Laurits does not fit neatly into any one identity. He can make friends easily by being bold in his gender presentation and his words/actions, which people like. They just don’t care to know him beyond the performance he gives to gain the attention and acceptance and affection he seeks, and he doesn’t really know why that is so he calls himself a freak. He’s not a person. He’s a roadside attraction. He can certainly entertain people but he can’t ever truly fit in. This makes him feel unwanted and unlovable.

To compound all of this, Laurits has to deal with a familial identity crisis. Magne’s father, who Laurits admired and feared he couldn’t live up to, isn’t Laurits father. Vidar is a terrible person, but at this point Laurits is willing to do anything to gain a sense of belonging. Perhaps on a subconscious level, he knows Vidar is only getting closer with him to get to Magne. He was so happy to spend the day with Vidar, but his smile fell as soon as Vidar started asking questions about Magne. He didn’t want this. He just wanted a father who could be there for him, relate to him, teach him to be stronger, and accept him as their son. Now, he’s forced to split his loyalty between his father and his brother who hate each other. Helping either one of them calls into question his loyalties. No matter what he comes out a traitor. He’s not fully allowed to be either Vidar’s son or Magne’s brother. His desperation leads to an unhealthy attachment to Vidar, who is literally just using him. The rest of the Jutuls hate him and call him a bastard and a “thing” - not a person, a thing. Meanwhile, Magne becomes easily upset with him and doesn’t trust him even when Laurits does try to maintain their relationship.

Odin/Wotan, as usual, does not help matters. Laurits is trying to precariously balance his relationship with Vidar with helping out Magne. To just walk into the room with Magne offering help only to be told by Odin/Wotan that it’s in his nature to be a traitor was horrible (as if alienating and hurting Loki and his children didn’t make Ragnarok a self fulfilling prophecy...) He’s really just a kid who is trying to find his place. His awakening as Loki doesn’t make him good or evil. His skill of deception isn’t more or less hurtful or helpful than Thor’s direct and violent approach to problem solving. Being forced out, Laurits took Odin’s blood knowing it would be the only way to preserve his life. By being both god and Jotun, he’s no longer forced to be loyal to one side or another. He can pick whatever side helps him survive. That may seem self-centered of him, but that’s just what happens to people who don’t feel loved or cared for at all. They fight for themselves because no one else fights for them. Now, it’s easy enough to say - hey wait - Magne fights for him! ...but that’s... complicated. I have no doubt Magne loves his brother, but winning his battle hinges on the destruction of the Jotun... and Laurits is Jotun.

Maybe there is a way around that, but for Laurits it doesn’t look good. I’ve said this before, but it’s hard for Laurits to reconcile Magne telling him he’s his most important person and he loves him with Magne killing Vidar and forging a hammer that could kill more Jotun. I am not trying to condemn Magne, because I believe he did everything for the right reasons and he’s really trying to protect Laurits. It’s just that Laurits still doesn’t know where he stands, and by the end of the second season he’s decided to just stand for himself. You can really see how confused and frustrated he is by all of this after he is beaten and Magne rescues him again. Magne holds him. Apologizes to him. Affirms he cares for Laurits in his actions. It’s the closest Laurits gets to anyone showing him genuine kindness in a long time, and it’s from the one person who could utterly destroy him. Not only that, but Laurits now has his own weapon (the Midgard Serpent) which he may have to use against Magne either because the Jutuls force his hand or Magne does. The tears that roll down his face while in Magne’s arms seem at odds with the very next scene of him releasing Jormungandr but it isn’t.

It encapsulates Laurits’ inability to form any stable attachment to anyone and his belief that the only way he can survive this ‘war’ is to look out for himself and his own interests.

[jutulssuccessor]

Before Fjor could speak again, Esmeray hastened to find her possession she'd mentioned. He loved how she was so enthusiastic around him as it made his bleak day much warmer and brighter.

"What's going on in there?" The Jötunn wondered aloud, stifling a laugh. Obviously, the Demon Hunter had lost her timepiece among the other items scattered haphazardly in her room. When she returned with the bedside clock, his lips curled upward into a half-smile. The item had been made with care, and the brunette kept it in fairly good condition.

"Is the time accurate?" He examined the clock and nodded in approval. "Interesting. It glows more than the one I have back home." He wished he'd thought to bring it with him so he could compare it to Esmeray's timepiece. "Radium paint, huh? You see beauty even in the most dangerous things." He reached out to pick up the clock, his fingers tracing the numbers. Should she continue explaining the history of radium girls, he would listen to her. //Moonie? That's a great nickname! ^.^ He would surely tease her a little bit. The Demons make her life so difficult. She hasn't had enough time to organize the belongings in her room. Unless they were jerks and hid stuff from her?

“Really?! I mean yeah it’s over here, hold on just - just wait there lemme grab it.” Esmeray scurried off like a happy child to show off her assortment of strange things.

A few bangs, shoving boxes, and knocking things over followed by a quiet ow was heard in the other room. The Demon Hunter ran back into the room holding a large bedside clock, ornate and beautifully carved with hand-painted numbers. It had a few dents and chipped paint but was in good condition overall.

“It still works too.” She set the clock down and used a small black light to show him the radioactive paint, along with a few smudges from imperfection.

“They thought it was safe to use, the paint I mean.” She scratched her neck, biting her lip. She was trying so hard to not over-explain the intense history of radium girls.

:: we need to introduce her nickname at some point...its Moonie

I can imagine her running around knocking shit over and shoving boxes like trying to find this clock - I swear I put it here because she moves things around cause demons

[readheadlonely]

Just perfect.