#laurits seier fanfiction

[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: being Laurits Seier’s girlfriend and him confronting you when you become distant

Fandom: Ragnarok

Requested by @daughter-of-the-stars11 [x]

Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.

As usual, you're waiting for Laurits after school. He seems to always have some business to take care of with other students.

You don't mind that, you know that once he's done, he'll have all of his time just for you, but you can never understand how it's so easy for him to make friends and maintain relationships with other people, especially when he's a new student. You've known most people in Edda most of your life and you still have issues in making new friends, while Laurits can sometimes make them in a matter of seconds even after coming back to the town after a few years.

Knowing that you have problems with interpersonal relationships and he could be partners with anyone he wants, you appreciate it even more that you had Laurits's attention and eventually became his girlfriend. Sure, maybe he's the only person you enjoy spending time with and you're holding onto him quite much, but it's never bothered you... at least not until a group of students passes you by and you hear one of them saying:

'I can't believe Y/N is out here on her own.'

'Right? It's weird to see her without Laurits, she doesn't seem to ever let him go,' their friend adds.

You instinctively turn your head towards the group. They must've realised you overheard the conversation as one of them approaches you and says:

'Hey, Y/N. Where's your boyfriend?'

'I'm not sure what you mean...'

'Oh, you must know what I mean. You're always clinging onto him, I'm surprised you're not glued to his arm.'

You want to push back, but good responses to bullying have never been your forte. Before you can think of anything to say, Laurits appears next to you.

'Is everything okay, Y/N?' he asks, putting his arm around your waist. 'Are they bothering you?'

'No, it's okay,' you respond, at the same time slightly moving away from him.

'Good. So, do you still want to come to my place as we planned?'

'Of course. That would be great.'

You hope he doesn't notice how you keep the distance between you two or always find an excuse not to hold his hand, like needing to blow your nose or put on gloves. Yet, once you make it to his house and get a moment alone in his room, he asks:

'What got into you today? Have I done something wrong?'

'No, not at all,' you answer. 'You're perfect, as always.'

'So, what is it? Did those people at school tell you something?'

'Well... they said I never let you go and I'm always clinging to you. I think it seems weird to others, so I thought I should... step back a little.'

Lauris reaches out for your hand and holds it tightly, even when for a second you want to move it away.

'I don't care what other people say, Y/N,' he starts to explain. 'They can see us as the weirdest couple in this town, I really don't care. I love you and I don't mind the way you are at all. It makes me happy how close we are, and I wouldn't exchange it for anything.'

'Do you mean it?' you make sure one more time.

'Of course!'

You finally allow yourself to smile and go for a hug. Laurits returns the hug with a sigh of relief.

'I missed being so close to you,' he whispers, 'even if you've only been distant for a few hours.'

[marsconer]

me vs the urge to write ragnarok fanfiction

[moonymoonchild]

Comfort

Pairing: Magne Seier x Gn! reader

Summary: fluff with a little angst. Magne feels overwhelmed and goes to the reader's home to find some comfort.

Note: I finished watching Ragnarok yesterday and just had to write this one. Also my first fic in quite a while.

Words: 668

A familiar ring echoes through your house, making you wonder who was at your door so late at night. The clock read, 1:03 am. One look through the peephole and you already know who it is. You open the door in a hurry, worry, and confusion sweeping through your mind immediately upon seeing Magne’s puffy eyes and messy hair. You immediately pull him in and check to see if he’s hurt himself, hands on his face caressing his cheeks as you tilt your head to look for potential cuts and bruises.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask him as you make him sit down on the couch. “Nothing I just- his sentence is cut off in the middle as an unmistakable sob leaves his mouth. Tears start pouring down his face and he’s desperately looking for something to hold on to as he’s used to fiddling with his toy when he’s stressed or overwhelmed. Noticing this, you hold out your hand for him to hold on to and let him fiddle with your fingers until his breathing becomes steady and he calms down. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, each of you thinking of what to say.

Magne breaks the silence first and you intently listen to what he has to say. “Can we- can we hug?” his question sounded more like a request and you answered him with open arms, letting him settle in your embrace. As he’s sitting in your arms you can still feel him tremble occasionally and so you resort to patting his back in an attempt to soothe him. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you say. For a minute or two, there was silence again.

“I just felt too overwhelmed. It’s difficult to keep up with everything,” he says as he ends it with a sigh. “School, the war against the Jutuls, everything just feels to be too much for me and I feel like I haven’t been doing enough,” he adds. More tears start pouring from his eyes and his hold on you gets a little tighter. “You need rest Magne, you need to rest,” you say as you draw circles on the back of his neck. “We’ll find a way out of this, we always do, remember?” you reassure him and his hold loosens a little.

You move away, breaking the hug, taking his face in your hands, and wipe his tears away. Your lips touch his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and then eventually his lips, as you gently place kisses all over his face. “Stay the night?” you ask him, knowing that he wouldn’t refuse your proposal and he nods his head yes.

The bed dipped as he laid down on the soft pillows on your bed. Thoughts raced in his mind as he tries to settle in the cold sheets underneath him. You placed a warm cup of coffee and a plate of cookies on the bedside table and softly nudge him to make him look at you. “Have some, you’ll feel better,” you say as you pat his back, urging him to sit up. You take out the extra, weighted blankets, knowing that he loves the feeling of those blankets as it brings warmth and a sense of comfort to him. Setting another pillow to the side you sit behind him as he finishes the drink. He turns to you, and this time he has a smile on his face, unlike the frown that he had when you saw him earlier before he came through the door. Both of you lay under the blankets as the rain poured in Edda, making the weather colder. He snuggles in closer to you and presses a soft, chaste kiss on your hairline. “Thanks for helping me out love,” he says, expressing his gratitude to you. Soon enough, soft snores were heard throughout the apartment as the two of you fell asleep in each other’s warm embrace.

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[hiyaluronic]

The beginnings of the ragnarok/loki series xover that has decided to take over my brain is below...

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The chaos of the battlefield around him dwindled to nothing more than a muted play of distant actions that seemed foreign to him, almost dreamlike; as if he was watching everything happen from far away. He could hear someone scream behind him, the person’s voice so loud that the earth vibrated beneath his bare feet with such frenetic energy that Laurits swore the reverberations shook the very energy that made up his being. 

Something sweet and pungent drifted across the barren valley while everything seemed to slow. There was a flash of lightning above that split the grey sky and illuminated the battle around him, the clash of swords and shouts of rage dulled when the lightning gave way to a loud crack of thunder that echoed and rippled through the valley, seeming to shake the mountains that framed the basin.

Laurits turned, his hands bright and burning at his sides, his fingers a deep green from pent up magic he’d yet to unleash. He watched, time seeming to stretch to an infinite amount of seconds before him, as Ran notched an arrow across the valley and aimed. Off to his side, somewhere in the rage of angered shouts and cries of pain, he heard Oscar scream his name. The deep timbre of the other man’s voice was shaky and lilted in concern. Laurits flexed his fingers and raised his hands in warning to Ran. The seidr that he’d worked so painstakingly hard to master interweaved around his fingers and crackled like fireworks. 

Laurits was so focused on Ran that he missed when something sharp and agonizing slammed into his side and caused him to crash to the ground in a heap. He gasped, colors swirling across his vision when his head bounced off the rocky ground beneath him. Laurits groaned and blinked, the bright blue of Magne’s otherworldly eyes staring wide and unsure down at him. 

“Ma-magne?” He hated how childish his voice sounded, how his brother's name rolled off his tongue in uncertainty. He could see the deep obsidian of Magne’s pupils expanding to eat away at the blue of his brother’s irises and contrasting with the ashen pallor his brother’s skin had taken on, making the cherry red of Magne’s cheeks stand out in worrisome detail. 

“I… I couldn’…”

A haggard cough had Laurits reaching up to grasp his brother's shoulders when Magne’s arms buckled. “Magne?” 

“I…i saved...you.”

“You’re an idiot.” The affectionate reprimand made Magne smile, his brother’s teeth stained a ruddy color that reminded him of the time he and Magne had eaten one too many cinnamon candies. 

Laurits hesitantly tightened his grip on Magne’s shoulders to steady his brother, concern and ice cold fear settled uneasily in his gut as he quietly called Magne’s name once more. When his brother ignored the soft plea, he gently rolled the older boy off him and scooted to his knees. His hands hovered in uncertainty over the mess that made up his brother's side. He winced in sympathy, a section of Magne’s shirt had been burned away, the skin left charred around the edges of an angry looking wound that wept bright red and brown fluid in vigor, saturating the jeans Magne wore and smelling foul.

“I don’t know what to do Magne, Wotan wouldn’t teach me healing magic.” And he’d hated the older man for it. Odin had deemed healing magic to feminine an art, and unworthy of a male learning the finer workings of magic. Laurits now wished he had told Odin to get fucked as he turned his attention from the wound to the blood speckled face of his brother. 

“H...hornns.”

Laurits frowned and leaned closer to Mange, “Horns?”

“Fe-feel it.”

“You’re not making any sense.” He shook his head and gripped the lapel of Magne’s jacket until his fingers were white and aching. “Magne, stay with me, yeah?”

He could see Magne fighting against the chilling grip of death. He watched his brother gasp tiny wisps of air while trying and failing to form words before seeming to settle and still; his otherworldly blue eyes fading. Laurits’s eyes burned at the realization that his brother had slipped from this world with little fanfare. “Y-you idiot. You self-sacrificing bumbling idiot.”

Another flash of lightning - orange this time, Laurits noted - sparked above, casting an eerie glow over Magne’s blonde hair and vacant gaze. Laurits closed his eyes; his brother wasn’t supposed to die. They had made a promise to each other that it would be different this time… Ragnarok would not be the death of everything they had worked so hard to achieve and protect. It would not be their end. He and Magne had forbidden it. And, yet... “Please, brother, please…”

Laurits curled around Magne’s chest, his own chest heaving with each heavy breath he took. 

This had to be a dream.

Had to be an illusion. 

Some sort of spell cast by the Jutuls to distract from the battle.

The air seemed thick and cloying, settling like a heavy blanket around him and creating an unbearable heat that gathered within him at the notion that someone would use such a cruel trick to subdue a godling. Laurits sat back on his haunches, focused on the battle of gods and giants with an odd sort of frozen numbness. His head lolled to the side, attention settling on his Stepmother who had just loosed an arrow and was in the midst of notching another. Laurits slowly stood, his mind and body a million miles away from one another and caught Ran’s attention from across the valley. His hands moved without conscious thought as seidr gathered and swelled around his fingers. He realized how easy it would be to smother the very essence that made up the giantess with the gentlest push of his will. How easy it would be to bring Ran to her knees by burning her precious waters till nothing was left but the cracked silt of the ocean floor and the floundering bodies of the creatures that lived there in their death throes. 

His fingers twitched.

“Variant identified.”

The voice barely registered, Laurits was too focused on Ran to notice that someone had stepped up behind him until a hand grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn. Laurits brought his hand up to defend himself but was stopped when the unknown woman grabbed his arm and jerked it painfully out to the side and twisted, one of her hands coming to rest against the base of his neck. 

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline. You’re to come with us, Variant.”

“T-the what?” Laurits hissed as something tight settled around his neck and he was pulled up and shoved into the waiting arms of two men dressed in black armor. “Let go!”

The woman huffed and turned to another person dressed in the same strange getup, “Reset the timeline.”

“Hey!” Laurits shouted when the unknown person the woman had addressed knelt and situated a glowing tube beside the still form of Magne. “Get away from him!”

The woman turned to him with a raised brow and shook her head, dismissing him. “Let’s go!” 

“Magne!” Laurits fought against the arms around him, trying and failing to reach his brother as he was pushed and pulled backwards by the men holding him, “Magne!”

He dug his heels into the ground and grunted with effort as he tried to pull away. The men holding him yanked back on him and pulled him through an oddly colored orange doorway. The last thing he saw was a wash of yellow saturating the still form of his brother and Magne melting away to the ground below. 

“No!”

[thereadersmuse]

"Are we the only guests?"

"Yes, I thought we should get to know one another."

*Also posted on ff.net.

[karin-in-action]

I started writing a second Ragnarok fanfiction. Laurits and Oscar are the main pairing again but there is also some Magne and Saxa in it. I'm already very excited what you all will think about it.

It takes place in the same universe as my first fanfic, so you could say it's a second part to it, but it can also be read independently.

So far I have around 1800 words so I am always at the length that the first one had but I'm nowhere near done with the plot.

[m-adp-each]

in the process of writing one of the fanfiction. really, what could be brighter than black?😂😂😂

[fandomscompilation]

"Change of fate" (Fjor Jutul x Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor x reader

Requested: YES, by @love-lina-bug

About: Choosing Fjor over Magne

A/N: Hello! I'm sorry for the long wait, but the writer's block is killing me right now. Reader was meant to be Lady Sif, but I didn't want to make it obvious, neither did I wanted to make the feelings known. You can pick up on the subtle hints though. Let me know what you think! 💛

Tags: @love-lina-bug @fandom-imagines1 @elliestranger

Requests are open!

Living in Edda was tiring. It seemed to be a peaceful small town with great future ahead. But it was so much more. And not in the good way.

(Y/N) saw the destruction. She was aware of the shadows around every corner. But what was she supposed to do, a simple teenage girl?

"You're daydreaming again." (Y/N) blinked slowly coming back. Beside her was Oscar, a friend she knew since diapers.

"Sorry." She breathed out tiredly. "What were we talking about?"

"Gry is left with only Magne for the project." Hilde repeated with a challenging glint in her eyes.

"Good for him." (Y/N) kept her emotions in check. Although, it took every ounce of self control not to say hurtful words to Saxa's friend.

"Are you going to help them?" Fjor asked in an overly innocent voice. Their eyes met for fee seconds before she huffed and got up.

"I know when I'm not wanted." She nodded to Oscar, who wore an apologetic expression.

It wasn't his fault. But (Y/N) never got along with Hilde. It seemed that Jutul siblings liked to join in when the girl teased (Y/N). She wasn't mad though, just tired.

Her eyes fell to the duo surrounded with textbooks and papers. Magne was looking at the smart blonde girl, while she read aloud. (Y/N)'s heart jolted a little. It wasn't the feeling she had upon seeing the new boy's smile. Nor was it the calming emotion she had after their every talk.

Her feet carried her through the next corridor, both groups leaving her sight. (Y/N) was torn.

Was she supposed to forget how amazing she felt around Magne and let him be happy? Or was she meant to fight until she was the only one he could think about?

"Hey, colorful mind." She groaned hearing the annoying nickname.

"Will you ever stop, Laurits?" The boy seemed to gravitate towards her after she visited Magne for the first time. The younger Seier said she was easy to talk to. (Y/N) didn't mind really, they both benefited from their friendship.

"I'm not planning to." He grinned falling in step with her. "So what were you thinking so deeply about?"

"What do you think?" She made a face, which led to chuckling Laurits.

"Still hung up on the wrong guy?" (Y/N) groaned shooting him a glare.

"How many times do I have to say it? I'm not interested in that prideful prick. And I never was." Her words were met with an eyeroll.

"I think you're in denial." Laurits threw an arm around her shoulders, while both of the stopped in front of another class. "Don't worry, if it's meant to be it will."

Just like that she was left alone again. But this time she felt nauseous. Laurits' mind work in mysterious ways. She never understood him properly, but there was something in his words that made the hairs on her neck rise. (Y/N) was getting nervous without a proper reason, and she didn't like it one bit.

The following days were full of anxiousness and constant glances over her shoulder. Laurits seemed to enjoy (Y/N)'s jumpy state a bit too much. Oscar was trying to take her mind off of things, whatever they were. While Magne... Well, he was getting more and more interested in another girl. It bothered (Y/N) more than Hilde's comments. But the good thing was, that Jutul kids stopped bothering her. She could go as far as saying they were back on good terms.

"Seems your prince left you behind." Hilde chuckled, while their small group climbed the trail.

"And where's yours?" (Y/N) snapped with a sweet smile. Oscar shook his head dragging her further up the mountain.

"We don't want you fighting here, yeah?" He gave her a pointed look. (Y/N) only huffed before speeding up. Ever since she entered highschool hiking became her thing. She was no longer tired from hours long walks through the forest that covered the hillsides.

Her eyes danced around the scenery seen from the top. She could see the clear skies, with dark clouds gathering far in the north. Her gaze swept over the green of nature they were surrounded by. She could feel the trees breathing in with her. It was almost like she was a part of it herself.

"Need some help?" (Y/N) glanced up from her half done tent to see Fjor.

"If you want to." He took it as an invitation and took the place by her side.

"You're not joining others?" His question sounded more like a statement, but it wasn't far from the truth.

"I don't really trust Laurits." (Y/N) threw a quick glanced to the said boy. Fjor followed her gaze to see Laurits in the middle of the group.

"Life of the party as always." He chuckled and (Y/N) cracked a small smile.

"Jealous of the attention?" Her eyes shone with amusement.

"I think I'm good being in the background for once." Fjor send her one of the most sincere smiles she saw. Both of them rarely showed true feelings. Even lesser when around one another. "Hey, you wanna go for... a walk?" She hesitated noticing the small pause in his sentence. "You don't have to. I just thou-"

"I'd love to." Their faces broke into smiles. Fjor extended his hand and she took it carefully.

They sneaked pass the others and ventured farther away from the camp. They walked in a comfortable silence, Fjor swinging their entwined hands from time to time. It felt unreal, yet right. There was never anything special between them, at least they thought so.

But here, right now? The warmness that flowed up from their hands made their lips turn into blissful smiles. The peacefulness of just being made them feel safe, at home.

"Fjor.." (Y/N) whispered afraid to break the beautiful spell.

"Yes?" He stopped turning to face her. She was uncertain to meet his gaze, bottom lip between her teeth.

"Do you think-" She took a deep breath before raising her eyes. She was met with familiar brown eyes that had golden specks from the setting sun. "Nevermind."

"You sure?" Fjor stepped closer rubbing soothing circles into her knuckles.

"Yeah, I already know the answer." She smiled warmly and placed a butterfly kiss on his cheek. "Come on, the sunset looks amazing from the next hill."

Fjor chuckled behind the giddy girl. She was something else. Someone so pure in the surrounding chaos. And he wasn't about to let her go.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

So, I'm writing a Ragnarok fanfic. As some of you may know, I am Spanish, so I usually write in Spanish and then translate it to English. Do you want me to post the original first and then the translation or both at the same time?

[roombagreyjoy]

Prompt - "What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt." And someone from Ragnarok? (Preferably Laurits lmao) there's not enough content for this show tbh

Here you go! This took me way too long to edit (I wrote it in two or three hours, during a manic, sleepless spree at 4AM and it needed a lot of work to be decent enough to be posted)

I am still taking prompts. However, I lost the Prompt List this was taken from because according to Tumblr, it doesn’t exist in my blog anymore! Say hooray for a functioning website! But if you want to, you can still request stuff, freestyle this time! (probably for as long as quarantine lasts; I use these to warm up for my actual writing job, so they’re greatly appreciated)

Oh, and before I forget: IF YOU REPOST MY WORK WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD RIGHT OFF YOUR BODY thank you for understanding :)

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Prompt #1: (You can also read it on my AO3 page)

Concerned & upset: “What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”

Alternative Title: Magne does a Big Mad and it has Consequences. Laurits is just here to have a good time, to be honest.

Fandom: Ragnarök (Netflix 2020)

Pairings: None

Characters: Laurits Seier & Magne Seier, Ran Jutul (mentioned), Turid Seier (mentioned), Gry Isungset (mentioned), Fjor Jutul (mentioned), Vidar Jutul (mentioned)

Content Warnings: Some swearing, non-explicit violence, poorly executed pop culture references.

Length: 1550 words (even though AO3 says the contrary I swear it’s 1550 I deleted an entire sentence for it to fit perfectly don’t @ me I will stomp you to death with my hooves)

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”

The answer came just a second too late. His brother, as always, was lost deep in his own thoughts, oblivious to the outside world except for those occasions he deemed worthy of his attention. Laurits really, really could not understand this. Magne was opening his mouth to reply already, at a wearing speed if Laurits may say so himself, so he beat his brother to it, robbing him of a chance to explain himself.

“You really have changed since we came to Edda,” he said.

“I told you!” Magne protested. “I-”

“You’ve got stupider.”

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

Magne was silent again, but this time he replied in time to avoid one of his younger brother’s viper-like comments.

“… That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” Laurits was being vicious with him today, for some reason. Unfairly so, thought Magne. “Isn’t it, truly, my brother dear?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright.”

“You’re being kind of a dick, you know.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t even hesitate to reply. Not once. Then again, he never did. Magne didn’t know what had got into him, but he knew that the blame was probably on his shoulders. At least from his brother’s perspective.

“Look… I tried explaining it to you, but if you’re going to keep on being an asshole about it and tell me that you don’t believe me… again…”

Laurits stared at him intently, waiting for him to finish the sentence for the first time since they sat down in their beautiful, precious, lavender blue living room. Kitchen? Lounge? The house was way too small to try and categorise every room in it. Not that there were many, anyway.

And it was godawfully horrible. The house, he meant. The floors creaked, the water pressure was practically non-existent, the wind came through the ancient wooden planks in the walls and the floor, through the carpet and the wallpaper, taking hold of him even when he curled up under the blankets, deep in his bones… the neighbourhood was pretty much a ghetto. And Magne still could not get along with his goddamn sentence. Laurits really needed a Valium at that point. Or a couple shots of vodka. And a cigarette.

“So?” He basically beseeched Magne to continue.

“So what?!”

“Well. Carry on.”

Wayward son.

This really wasn’t the time for that. Pay attention. Your brother’s talking. Or. Well. He’s trying to talk.

“You didn’t believe me the first time. And you don’t believe me now either.”

“Magne…”

“You said I couldn’t throw a hammer that far.”

“You wouldn’t survive being run over by a snowplough either. And yet. Here we are.”

“So, you believed that?”

“I never believe anything, Magne. Trust is for fools.”

“So?” This time was his older brother’s turn. Laurits found it funny for some reason. It probably wasn’t funny, but at that point he was on the brink of an anxiety attack, or a fit of laughing hysteria. Which may actually let loose some of the tension he’d been building up for the past few days, anyway, so that might be productive.

“See, this is why we’re different. You. You don’t look. You don’t pay attention. You don’t corroborate anything.” He said.

“And you do.”

“You bet your ass I do.”

“So what? That makes me an idiot?”

“Maybe? I don’t know. I’m not your uh… headmistress.” He smirked at the thought. The memory, more like. Oh, what a glorious day. And everyone was looking. He was nervous, but confident. The anxiety made him feel alive. He couldn’t perform without it. And performing, that he did. He was born for it. The theatrics, the drama of it all… a mischief well made, a perfect execution.

Oh. He was going to be grounded forever.

Oh. It was so worth it.

Although, on second thought, not being on the Jutul’s good graces might present a problem or two in the future. Perhaps he was the idiot.

That was a problem for future him, however.

And, besides, if what Magne had told him was even remotely true, the stunt he pulled in front of the ever-so-charming people from the town of Edda (more like village, ugh) and their lovely headmistress was the least of his concerns.

He didn’t know how much Magne knew. He didn’t know how much he knew himself. He knew some stuff, of course, but it didn’t seem to be enough. All he knew is that the Jutuls knew more than them. Probably more than them combined and multiplied twice. And that was a problem.

Vidar laying unconscious, or probably dead (because Magne was too much of a wuss to check… either that or he really was way more fucked up by the fight than he claimed he was) was also, if he may say so himself, the very definition of a problem.

He could fix it though. He was always fixing his brother’s fuck-ups. His mother’s. He always fixed everyone’s fuck-ups. Fair enough, he caused more problems than the solved. But that didn’t matter.

He was a kid, for crying out loud. Or was he? Had he always been a kid? Was he still? Can you be a kid if you’re stripped of your childhood, with a dead father, a constantly moving, constantly changing housing situation, a detached mother and a brother as thick as a brick? He understood why Magne was the way he was. Sometimes he wondered why he hadn’t ended up that way as well.

“Hm.” He hummed, seeing Magne was not likely to continue the conversation. “So. Thor.”

“Yes. Thor.”

“Yes Thor.”

“That’s… that’s what I said.”

“And Gry also knows.”

“And Gry also knows.”

“How much does she know?”

“As much as you. Maybe less… maybe more. Whatever Fjor has told her.”

A pinch in his stomach. That was going to be a problem.

All he seemed to be getting were problems.

“Because they left together.” Laurits said, recounting what Magne had told him.

“Yeah.”

A thought crossed Laurits’ mind like a lightning bolt. If you’ll excuse the pun. Something to take his mind off the fact that Gry was leaving with Fjor. He really should not be feeling this jealous. He coughed slightly. The thought was gone. Crisis averted. For now.

“And Saxa?” He asked.

“What about her?” Magne stared at him in confusion.

“She was there, singing. And then I gave my speech.”

“So, she couldn’t have seen anything.”

“Neither could Ran. But I’m more worried about Saxa. She’s vicious.”

“You don’t think Ran could be mad about me killing her husband?” Magne. Please. For the love of anything you hold sacred. Don’t yell things like that. These walls are paper thin, for crying out loud.

“What I think doesn’t matter because we don’t know anything. But, as you’ve asked, I think Ran is more rational than her. I don’t think she would do anything to compromise her position with the people in town.”

“She’s already compromised.”

“She’s a-ah.” Laurits let out a small, incredulous chuckle. “Of course she’s already compromised. What did you do, you sick son of a bitch?”

“I may or may not have left a couple of those toxic kegs in front of the police station.”

“I may or may not be surprised that you were actually right about that.”

“You’re not.”

“You’re right: I’m not. This town sucks. But I stand by what I said: you really need to quit the Isoldecologist act.”

Magne did not reply.

“Look. The kegs are irrelevant. Ran is not tied to Jutul industries the way Vidar is. Was. May still be.” Continued Laurits.

“But the rumour…”

“Fair point. But still, she may not be legally tied to them.”

“People talk…”

“Shit. Most people talk shit. But yes, as I said, you’ve got a point. She has to keep her reputation, after all…” That was an interesting turn of events.

“So, what do we do?”

“We? Why are you including me?”

“Well, I just told you all this. You’re not just going to sit there and do nothing, are you?” Magne frowned.

But he was right. Laurits was tired of doing nothing. He had done nothing long enough. That situation had changed a few hours ago, actually. And he suposed he could not stand idle for any longer.

“Fine. We will think of something once you get rid of those clothes, shower, and mum comes home and we pretend nothing has happened. You smell like a poorly cooked barbeque.”

Magne let out a big, deep sigh. “Okay.”

“… I’m still mad at you, you know.”

“What for?”

“Um. Electrocuting yourself, for starters.”

“That wasn’t me, that was-”

“Thor. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What if you weren’t, though. What if you were wrong? You could’ve got hurt.”

“You already said that.”

“And you’ll hear it again!” He said, triumphantly raising his fist in the air. Magne, as usual, just stared at him. Laurits let out his breath, defeatedly. He really couldn’t do anything fun in this house, no one understood pop culture references.

“Look,” he said. “Just go shower. Mum will yell at you for a bit. We’ll have dinner. She’ll take her usual spot in front of the TV, sulk for a while, pass out, and then we can talk. I got to make a few calls.”

[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: playing with Laurits’s hair

Fandom: Ragnarok

A/N: Idea for this was suggested in a private chat – I can’t tag the person but if you see this, thank you for it! Also, I know I could make it longer, but I feel like it works well as this short scene too. Enjoy!

You’re sitting in the corridor, waiting for the next class. You have your notebook on your lap; you’re trying to revise before a test while nervously crumpling a corner of a page, but you keep getting distracted by the voices of your friends chatting around you.

Laurits, sitting next to you, leans over and peeks into your notes.

‘Mythology test, hm? I thought you already knew everything.’

‘I guess I do, but I wanted to...’

‘I think what you should want to do is relax,’ he says as he closes your notebook and puts it away.

‘Hey, it’s mine!’ you raise your voice, trying to reach for it.

‘Relax, Y/N, I’m telling you.’

With the stress about the test, you’re not in mood for arguing, so you only roll your eyes at him. Having nothing to do with your hands, you nonchalantly put your arm around Laurits’s neck and wind a strand of his hair around your finger. You’re doing for a longer while before Laurits lets out a deep sigh.

‘Should I stop?’ you ask, taking your hand away.

‘No, don’t stop. It feels good.’

Reassured, you run your fingers through his hair. As time passes, you do it more and more mindlessly, meanwhile chatting and laughing with everyone. Only a smile you exchange with Laurits from time to time reminds you about this little gesture that you share.

[hannaswritingblog]

Headcanon: being shy/anxious and Laurits befriending you

Fandom: Ragnarok

Tag(s): gender neutral reader, shy reader, anxious reader

A/N: Season 2 of Ragnarok is coming out today and I think I’m gonna renew my Netflix account just to watch it lol. Also Jonas/Laurits is cute and you can’t change my mind. My ideas for this evolved so many times... It was so annoying that I couldn’t settle for one. But maybe I’ll have more to write for the fandom this way. :)

First of all, you had no idea why he would even start talking to you

He gave off this cool kid vibes the second he entered the class

(Which got confirmed when he started hanging out with the Jutuls)

And you? You were just sitting in the corner all the time trying to survive

Initially you thought you’d get along better with his brother, given that you’d get along with either of Seier brothers at all

You first became aware of his attention towards you when one day after school he asked you to go for a walk with him

‘Hey! It’s Y/N, right? Do you think you could show me some cool places to hang out?’

Initially you were sure it was a prank so you refused

Not knowing him well, you wouldn’t feel comfortable anyway

Then you thought he was some kind of a creep when he kind of started following you around

Especially at school he always happened to be at the same table in cafeteria or always only a couple of steps away from you

Things took a turn when he was there to help you deal with Saxa

She jumped at you when bumped into her one day in the corridor, lost in your thoughts

She was telling you to mind your step and you didn’t have the gut to talk back to her

This was when Laurits came by and took your side

‘Fine, but have you ever considered minding your own step, Saxa?’

She just shrugged her shoulders then and left

To pay him back, you had to agree for that walk

It basically meant he walked you home after school

But he’s persistent and wouldn’t let you go until he got a proper walk

‘We have to make it count, okay? And you live so close to the school...’

You had a hard time refusing Laurits after agreeing the first time

So you ended up on another walk with him later this day

Once you opened up to each other, it was actually quite enjoyable

To the point you had to check your phone to see the time and this made you realise that it got dark long ago

‘Laurits, I need to home. It’s late’

‘Late? It’s only 9PM’

‘It’s already 9PM’

‘Wow, Y/N, you must be fun at parties’

‘I don’t even go to parties. There’s... loud music and... people’

That’s when Laurits made his point to take you to a party and help you enjoy it

His first chance happened the next weekend

He realised (and you got reminded) why you wouldn’t go to parties when after 10 minutes you got overwhelmed with all the noise and had to leave

And apparently, he was surprised when it occured to him it’s your personality/condition, not choice

‘I saw you the first day and thought that you were hiding something, a mystery. It drew me to you’

‘I’m not mysterious, Laurits, I’m just... not outgoing’

‘Well, it doesn’t mean we can’t hold on to each other. How about that, Y/N?’

Since then he tries to help you get out of your bubble

Sometimes he pushes you too hard

Being as confident as he is, he doesn’t always feel where your boundaries are and what’s too much

But it feels nice to have someone by your side despite not being a social butterfly

Especially Laurits, with whom you can never get bored

[hiyaluronic]

Working on a thing! I don’t know why I see Loki as this separate entity in Laurits dreams but it works for some reason. Anyways, sneak peek at what I’m working on no idea when I’ll be finished though! (not beta’d)

“Battles are remembered by the winning side, Laurits. The defeated are left to flounder, their voices ripped from them and dishonor cursed upon those that would be left in the wake.”

Laurits licked his lips nervously. The tall figure before him was a looming presence that stole the breath from his lungs and had his heart thudding painfully against his chest. “Ragnarok?”

“Oh, Little One.” Loki smiled softly down on him and Laurits took an unintentional step back. “The tiny scuffle that ended Asgard? Odin truly believed that it was Ragnarok?”

Loki smoothed Laurits’s hair down, his hands sliding down Laurits neck to cup the younger man’s chin, the pad of his thumbs brushing delicately over Laurits’ cheeks. “No, no no no. That was justice for the lives those wretched oath breakers stole from me. That was nothing more than a promise kept.”

“A promise kept?” Laurits winced when he felt Loki’s grip tighten against his jaw and swallowed nervously when the dark of Loki’s eyes turned into obsidian.

“My thick headed brute of a nephew and his ally Kvasir,” Loki let his hands fall away, his hands curling into fists in remembered anger. “they harmed what I held most precious to my heart and it was only fair that once I was free I repaid them in kind by laying waste to all that they held dear.”

Laurits lowered his gaze to the ground, the echoing of screams of phantom children making him clench his eyes shut to try and block out the horrid sound. “All those innocent-”

“Aesir are not innocent, they are complicit!” 

Laurits jumped at the angry shout, his eyes snapping open to see Loki’s figure distorted and rough around the edges. 

“They laughed as they bound my children! Sent my youngest to the depths of Hel to be guardian over those they deemed unfit to grace Valhalla! Had my darling Fenrir left circumscribed to a mountain, maw left agape by the sword of a loathly god! And Vali…” 

Laurits watched speechless as Loki’s voice cracked.

“Dear, sweet Vali, was cursed to shred his brother into tiny pieces before being lost to the wilds.”

[karin-in-action]

I just posted the first ever Laurits Seier/Oscar Bjørnholt fanfiction ( at least I believe it is the first).

[m-adp-each]

I thinking about how I could arrange this idea......

imagine of the three chapters as three seasons (at the moment), with each chapter having six parts, as the number of episodes.

in the first chapter, Magne would have received his powers as in the canon, but he wouldn't have hidden it, he would have shown it to his brother right away. I'd throw the damn hammer right in front of him. all relations with Jutuls would be, but already different, as many points are changed (I try to get rid of cliches and stereotypes, hence the changes will go).

as a partner for Magne, we can reward some boy with powers, for example Freyr, Freya's brother. he would have been all character... groovy, adventurous. for some reason, the association with Fandral from the series of films «Thor» by MARVEL.

Laurits would realize who he's somewhere near the end, and decides to withdraw from the events for a while. why? he wants to get to know Loki better. get to know himrself. master long-forgotten skills of magic, combat.

Fjor would also have left the family to side with Magne, wanting justice.

the second chapter would be about Magne, Freyr (let's call him that for now) , and Fjor plotting to destroy or at least weaken the Jutuls. they're looking for an adventure on their ass. and they need Laurits, so they send Fjor to find him.

in the absence of Jutul, Magne and Freyr perform a ritual to revive some mythical creature, for which they sacrificed parts of themselves, namely, pieces of the heart.

Fjor will joke later: «You can't be left alone for a month!» — was the exact phrase I had in my dream when he found out what had happened.

in the third chapter, Laurits reappears, but refuses to fight: neither for the giants, nor for the Gods. He and Fjor just want to be somewhere away from all this. Magne doesn't want Fjor to leave (his strength and knowledge can help), so he tries to prevent the departure, but the couple still fucks off.

while the Gods and Giants are fighting a battle whose outcome is unknown, Fjor teaches Laurits all sorts of tricks.

will not will, they still have to become part of the confrontation.

will anyone lose people close to them, and maybe even themselves, as did Fjor in the second season of the series?

will one side win?

will everything stay in its place?

questions that could be answered in these nonsense.

Tonight I had a dream about RAGNAROK (not the first time, ha), but with a slightly different plot ...

In dream was showed the type also by season. There was Magne, Laurits, Fjor, and some other guy on Magne's side.

And in season 1, Laurits sort of separated from the «good guys» by becoming Loki. In season 2, he didn't appear, but there Fjor became on the side of Magne and that guy, and they together tried to cope with evil there, and at the end of season 2, it so happened that Fjor disappeared for a while, and these two did something and gave a piece of their hearts to create something. But it doesn't matter. The most important thing is the following.

The third season is where Laurits appears. He's not against his brother, but he's not for it either. He's on his own. All such a pathos, smiling, joking. Lau and Mags and his mini-team met in a cafe and sat at different tables. Fjor sat with his back to Lau and always turned to him.

There was a conversation where Magne tried to persuade Lau to get tired on their side, and Lau kept his position: he will be wherever he want. Then Magne and his friend moved away, and Fjor remained seated.

Lau got up and walked over to him, says: «now that I'm a bad boy, you like me, right?»

Fjor only grins, but after a couple of minutes, they are already kissing against the wall.

Magne and the guy see this and pretend that they don't mind, they say, since Laurits still promised not to disturb them just like that, then okay. But Fjor wants to leave with Lau. So they go out, but Magne abruptly grabs Fjor and doesn't let him go, while Laurits is already on the street and calls Fjor with a shout.

They're both shouting: « let go, I love him, I want to be with him.» Fjor manages to escape and runs to Lau, who looks so confused. The Fjor crashes into an unknown barrier, a type of barrier built by Magne's friend. But he manages to overcome it, and he grabs Lau's hand and starts to run away.

They were chased first by Magne and a friend, and then for some reason they called Jormungangd. He was crawling underground. It was little an thin, but it was no less dangerous.

They hid in the center where was many people, because the snake felt their steps, and so confused. Then Lau took it and fed it green onions.

Fjor had to climb into his house through the window to steal a spell book for Lau.

Then i woke up...

But guess who's going to write a fanfic now that takes the main idea, but ruins many moments from the series. Where will be the fight GIANTS VS GODS but in another ways.