#saxa x fjor

[elif-in-wonderland]

Binge watching Ragnarok today and I have to say this was the best season of the series. The ending was a bit confusing but I liked the part where Thor had to die for Magne to live. I saw my girl Isolde as well ( I missed her so much). Still, I am a big #maxa shipper and I just loved the fancy and powerful vibes Magne and Saxa had together. But overall, the season was good, better than the other two for me :))

[proshippersstimming]

Fjor Jutul x Saxa Jutul from Ragnarok (2020) as requested by an anon! Credits below :)

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[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.

[harrylovesteas]

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on going stories :

xoxo , little bird - a modern aemond targaryen x ( implied tully ) reader

rose bush- a discontented harry styles fanfic

maybe i still love you - a lorna dane x alex summers fic ( coming soon)

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requests & characters i write for :

i do accept requests and will do my best to write out what you ask for. however, i do have a busy life and it can take up to two weeks for it to be published. if i get overwhelmed i may put the request on hold and post it as soon as i can. writing is a hobby for me and there are times I may have more ideas for certain requests and plots. i may accept plots for characters that are not listed. if they aren’t listed feel free to just ask .ᐟ i may have wanted to write for them but i don’t have ideas , or maybe i’m currently working on something for them !

ch. i will write for :

asoiaf / game of thrones / house of the dragon / fire and blood

aegon targaryen

aemond targaryen

alicent hightower

cregan stark

daemon targaryen

daenerys targaryen

jacaerys velaryon

helaena targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

robb stark

sansa stark

marvel

bucky barns ( any version )

cyclops

havok

magento

magik

polaris

last kingdom

finan

osferth

sihtric

uhtred

witcher

yennefer

triss

emhyr

geralt

ragnorok ( netflix )

fjor

laurits

magne

saxa

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[beyondthescenes37]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ragnarok (TV 2020) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fjor Jutul/Saxa Jutul Characters: Fjor Jutul, Saxa Jutul Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Pseudo-Incest, Sibling Incest Summary:

He is hers again, and she is his. As it should be. (post-Season 2)

[thereadersmuse]

"What was he like?" he rasped, as he eased her over to the resting bench on the side of the shower.

*Also posted to ff.net.

[nymphastoriasblog]

CUDDLING WITH FJOR JUTUL 🤧💕

just because i dont see many hc or such about him in this app

warnings: fjor being a softie + a little mention of smut

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buy the chaotic author a coffee ☕️

he likes to be the big spoon because he is a MAN BRO

but he adores it when you hold him

and when you are the big spoon, he will bring your leg to his hips and trail his fingers along it 😫

once he walked in while you were doing skin care and you offered to do it on him

“since im not a girl... no” and chuckled to himself

but after a while he will just get closer and closer to you and wait until you put some products on his face

HE LOVES SCALP MASSAGES

whenever you guys are at your place and he places his head on your lap while watching tv, he expects you to massage his scalp

and its funny because after a while he will leave a soft moan or other without noticing it

at school he’s a little into pda, not too much but enough to comfort him

he will grab your hands on the hallway

sitting on the floor besides him while he gives you scalp massage before a class

listening to his playlist during lunch break while he plays with your hand (magne isnt the weirdo here 💀💀)

he loves to trace shapes on your back when your head is laying in his chest

those cuddling moments are silently, quietly, sometimes he would whisper something to you

sometimes when he’s having a hard time at his house, he would come to your house and ask to be hold

he loves to lay his head on your stomach while you play with his hair

and he do this thing that you adore that is when you are sitting across the sofa and he massages your feet 🥺🥺

gentle kisses on his cheeks before entering the classroom

you wake up every morning with his soft breath on your neck, while he rubs your arms with his wrapped around your waist

and he presses soft kisses on your forehead while he gets ready to school

fjor has a soft spot when you gives him back massage

you feel his muscles getting relaxed under your touch and a heavy breathe leaving his lungs

almost all of your cuddles sessions turns as make out sessions and then really smutty kinky shit 🗣

but there are days that he only wants to love and worship you and your body

totally laces your hands while pouding into you

and kissing you slowly

morning lazy sex are a must

people would never imagine that fjor jutul could be such a softie

but after a long day, all that we wants is your warmness

[laurits-loke-seier]

Skamløs 🐍 Part 2 / Som en jeg kjenner

🐍This is a y/n type of story. The reader is a foreigner; the reader is a female; I will try my very best to keep physical descriptions to a complete minimum.

🐍May contain strong language. No major triggers, but if there are any - worry not, you will be warned in advance! Also, it's my first time writing fanfiction & English is not ma native language, so please be kind 😅

Part 1 / Den nye jenta

Also published on Wattpad

Summary: The part where you get to know everyone a bit better. Also, Laurits is not making it easy for you to crack his code.

The walk wasn't very long. Probably didn't seem so because it wasn't raining for once. Magne walked by my side silently. I caught him looking at me a couple of times, smiled at him encouragingly, hoping he might say something, but he just bashfully turned away.

"You know, you can talk to me. I promise you, I'm mean only with the right provocation. The worst I might do is just poke at you in a friendly way." I informed him just in case. I saw a tiny smile play on his lips and he turned to me properly.

"Thanks." was all he said. I nodded and lo and behold, there was Edda Grillen in front of us.

It was a little hard to shake away the feeling that Laurits left out the info about this meeting on purpose. Wouldn't be the first time when I try not to judge somebody and expect better things from them, and then they just take a shit on my life. Metaphorically speaking.

Magne opened the door for me, what a sweetheart. And I saw the group sitting at a booth, laughing loudly about something. I spun on my heel, facing Magne now.

"I think I am too anxious to be here." Magne furrowed his brows.

"Why?"

"Do you truly believe that your brother could not behave like a complete asshole to a new student? Really think about it." I basically whispered to him. Insisting actually. He breathed in to answer, but...

"Magne, nye jenta! Hei! (Magne, new girl! Hi!) " somebody shouted happily. I winced and made myself turn around with a casual expression on my face, that did not scream 'I wish I went home'.

Everyone in the group was looking at us. I just gave them a short wave and made myself step forward.

"Good of you to bring the new girl to us, Magne." laughed one of the girls.

"Yeah..." he just laughed awkwardly and plopped next to the girl. They shared a few shy glances. Oh, I see. Cute!

"New girl, c'mon, sit with us." said Oscar, a guy who's name I at least remember.

My eyes roamed the booth and I noticed Laurits, who was looking at me with a playful smile.

"Her name is Y/N, not new girl." he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. I just sighed. Laurits patted a spot next to him, so here I go, sitting next to him again.

They all introduced themselves, I sat through a lightning round of questions until Laurits cut in again.

"Okej, enough, it's starting to sound like an interrogation."

"Hey, what can I do, my mom's a cop!" Oscar laughed, throwing his hands up in defence.

Soon the topics changed, people started talking with each other. Magne was huddled with his crush, they're so cute I couldn't control my smile.

"Sickeningly adorable, isn't it?" Laurits leaned in to mutter. I raised an eyebrow. "You don't think so?"

"I think you are jealous." I said quietly. "Sure, I'd like to have that. But it doesn't mean it has to sicken me." I rolled my eyes. He examined me for a moment, again. "What's going on in that head of yours while you're scanning me? What are the results, huh?" I chuckled.

Laurits just smiled lazily.

"You think I'm scanning?"

"Most definitely."

He let out a silent laugh and finished his cola. Then looked at me.

"Why didn't you order anything?"

"On a budget." I kept it short. Truly, I don't have that much money on me to be spending it at restaurants or diners. It's quite expensive here!

Laurits stood up and asked me what I'd like. Everyone turned to us.

"Sit the shit down, Laurits, please. I'm fine." I pleaded.

"C'mon, if you don't tell me, I will get whatever. Isn't it better if I get what you want?" he smiled, talking smoothly. Why is this energy so familiar?

"Laurits. Get yourself something if you want to. Jeg er bare bra. (I'm just fine.)" I spoke in a low tone, expecting to inflict a sense of authority onto him. Tough shit. His grin widened and he went up to the counter, I heard him order two burgers, two large fries and two colas.

"That little shit." I didn't feel how it escaped my mouth and the group laughed. My cheeks turned hot instantly.

"He must like you. He's never offered us such royal treatment." Oscar laughed which made me roll my eyes.

"He literally did not listen to me. How is that royal treatment?"

"He got you food, girl." Iman leaned over the table and basically purred. "But I'd check if it isn't poisoned if I were you."

I opened my mouth to ask, but Magne said her name quite angrily. She just shrugged. Ok, put a pin in it.

—Later in the week

The lady I am staying with, Liv, is such a sweet woman. She's a widow, has no children, works at Edda's hospital, so she is barely home when I am. Liv works those graveyard shifts, so I see her a bit in the early morning before I leave for school and then she goes to sleep. Then she is off to work when I get back from school. Sometimes we don't even catch each other in the evening if I decide to hang out with the group again.

I help out as much as I can around the house, with cooking. She is so hardworking and barely has time for herself, yet every morning I find breakfast on the table before I leave for school.

During the English class I started writing down what I need to buy to prepare something nice for her. Something simple, but no less comforting.

"Miss Y/L/N, did you hear me." said the teacher with a very forced British accent. I looked at her, no idea actually what she said before.

"Sorry." I smiled guilty. She just sighed before repeating.

"Glad you joined us again. We are taking turns in reading this text on page 43. The 3rd paragraph is yours. Begin."

And then I realised I haven't even opened the book, because I don't fucking have it with me! Fuck! I panicked for a moment, absolutely dreading to disappoint people with such little stupid things.

And so very discreetly a book slid under my nose, with the right page opened. I just saw a hand retreat. A hand with various rings and black painted nails.

"Tusen takk, Laurits. (Thank you very much, Laurits.)" I whispered quickly and started reading the paragraph. As an answer I got a soft nudge from his knee to mine.

Later that day, gym was my last class. Somehow only a few of us were outside, and only I and Iman were running the track.

"Where is everybody?" I asked her.

"Oh, baled, likely."

"If I knew that was an option..." I wailed, which made Iman laugh.

"Skip next time. The teacher won't mind. I show up at every second class and it's fine."

I hummed in agreement. Perfect.

Then, I saw Laurits sitting on the bench, yet not in his gym clothes.

"If he's not going to the class why the fuck is he even sitting here?" I said loudly. Iman trailed where I'm looking and scoffed.

"Because he's rude as fuck. Does what he wants, almost like those Jutuls." She really doesn't like him. "Oh wait, he is!" Iman added.

I stopped running, and she halted for me.

"What do you mean? Laurits is Magne's brother."

"Yeah, but Laurits' father was a Jutul. The father of Saxa, and Fjor, you know." she explained. I felt like the meme where there's tons of various mathematical formulas appearing around me.

"Unholy fuck." was all I could utter.

"Ja." she shrugged and nodded to me to start running again.

Once we finished the laps I stopped by the bench, completely out of breath. I hate long distance running. It can suck my metaphorical dick.

"Out of shape are we?" I heard a chuckle.

"Eat shit, fucker." I spat out catching my breath. And only upon hearing the familiar laugh looked at the person. "Oh, it's you. Why are you sitting here still?" I sat down once my heartrate calmed down a bit. Laurits shrugged.

"I like to watch others suffer." he turned to me with a cheeky smile. I swung to hit him on the arm, but he caught mine super fast. The grip didn't seem tight, but maybe upon the impact it hurt me a little.

"Ow!" I yelped. Laurits released me instantly, the smile fading very quickly.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! Er du bra? (Are you ok?)" He scooted to me and took my arm again, but in a way that seemed like he's handling glass.

I nodded, humming in affirmation. He still held my arm, looking at it from all sides he could.

"I hope I didn't leave a bruise." he muttered softly. He seemed genuinely concerned.

"Hey, a bruise is not a scar. Relax." I tried to soothe him. "It doesn't look like you really like to see others suffer." I had to poke at him to brighten the mood.

He just raised his eyes to mine, did not laugh like I expected. Did I just make it worse?

Laurits let go of my arm and stood up. For some reason my heart sank a bit. For fuck's sake, say something.

"I don't want to hurt you. It's different, don't you think?" he ran his fingers through his dark hair, seemed to linger a bit, but eventually walked away. And that left a heavy feeling on my chest. What the fuck did I do here exactly?

[orionndjarin]

Burning hill // Mitski x Netflix Ragnarok

Netflix Ragnarok tag list: @artinvain @babyboy-laurits @karin-in-action @n1ghtlux @bookgil @reyy-art @oneshortdamnfuse @thereadersmuse @enbyrry @worstloki @enbyrry @max-vandenburg-is-life @aromanticdeath @justasillylittleplanet @ninetiesloki

[leia-lover]

Saxa in episode 6:

Inspired by the iconic Lil Nas tweet:

[coolkidsstayyoung99]

not me shipping magne x saxa

[elif-in-wonderland]

Now, this is badass 🤭🤩 can’t wait 😜

[n1ghtlux]

Ragnaro̱k (Netflix) x reader

Magne Seier:

Return

In which you return to Edda and meet an old... friend.

Cookies and Thunder

In which you meet up with Magne at his place and casually find yourself being able to lift Mjolnir.

In the Rain

Kissing Magne for the first time [fluff]

Video imagine

Magne couldn’t save you. [angst]

please stay

Soft Magne after losing his powers and a fight with Fjor. You’re taking good care of him though. [angst, FLUFF]

Laurits Seier:

Fjor Jutul:

Saxa Jutul:

[requests closed for now.]

[fandomscompilation]

Blanket cuddles (Fjor x Reader)

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor x Reader

Requested: YES, by anon

Warnings: flirting, make out, one swear word

About: You get caught during a steamy moment.

A/N: Welcome, welcome to my new fic! I'm not great at writing smut, but I tried my best. Enjoy this short work and let me know what you think. Requests are still open!

"I still can't believe how cold it is." You grumbled burring yourself deeper under the blanket. The wind was howling outside Jotul's house, while you tried to get as much warmth from the fireplace as possible.

"We live in Edda, what else did you expect?" Fjor chuckled bringing you close to him. You hummed letting yourself be comfortable. You two were never this close physically. Of course he did flirt sometimes and you did have a crush on Fjor, but it never went further.

"I feel bad for your sister. she's probably stuck in the store with this weather." You glanced to the window before turning to the boy.

"I'm not complaining." Fjor grinned looking down at you, cudded into his side.

"You're an idiot." You shook your head trying to seat up, but his arm tightened around you. "Let me go." You laughed pushing him playfully.

"Nah, don't think I will." He nuzzled his nose into your neck. Your heartbeat sped up and you hoped he didn't notice the change.

"Fjor.." You tried to be stern, but your tone came out as a soft whisper. It made him smile into your skin before he started placing small kisses.

"You know the best way to warm up is skin to skin contact?" He teased nipping on your neck. You breath hitched, but you tried to act indifferent.

"I always thought it was warm chocolate." You smirked pulling away slightly and looking into his eyes. Fjor smiled and you could see his eyes darkened slightly. It made you feel all types of things, and you liked it.

"We can test that later." Fjor winked before grabbing your chin and putting his lips on yours.

The kiss was passionate and it made you melt into his arms even more. You hummed making him pull you even closer. Untangling yourself from the blanket you occupied your hands with his hair. You let him explore your body, his hands following every curve.

"That damn weather!" You jumped away from Fjor with flushed cheeks. "Great." Saxa sighted seeing what she interrupted. "Now I need to wash my eyes with bleach." She huffed heading for the stairs.

"That was something." Fjor chuckled placing a kiss on your cheek. You pushed his face away.

"You're awful." The giggle escaped your mouth and you went back to his side.

"Let's take it upstairs before mother comes back too." He whispered standing up and pulling you with him.

The blanket was long forgotten on the couch. The small giggles filling the air. This was one of the best cold evenings.

[flutteringphalanges]

                                                      ME n U

Summary: After an unfortunate accident involving your co-worker, a position opens up at Edda Grillen. When a group of your schoolmates place bets that “Mr. Popular” Fjor Jutul can’t handle the job, the two of you soon find yourselves in a situation that not even Wenche could have predicted.  Ship: Fjor x Reader Rating: T

                                                          Part One:

It may have partially been your fault that Jens broke his leg. After all, you were the one who was supposed to have salted the sidewalk outside the restaurant’s doors. But maybe if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with his phone instead of where he was walking… No. No, that wasn’t fair. Jens was a really nice guy and even made the extra effort to insist you weren’t to blame as the ambulance came to transport him to the hospital. Nevertheless, the guilt was there. Somehow,  you promised yourself, you’d make it up to him.

“So, did you hear they are hiring extra help here until Jens comes back?”

You try to not make it obvious as you look up from where you are washing the counter. The usual crew is there--Oscar, Hilde, Signy, Laurits, Gry, Saxa, and, of course, Fjor. There are several places you can think of off the top of your head where they could hang out besides the Edda Grillen. They rarely spent any money on anything and took up space that paying customers could use. To say you weren’t exactly a fan of them was an understatement.

“Temporary help,” Oscar continues, leaning on the table. “However long that is.”

Refocusing your attention, you reach for the spray bottle when Jenny nudges you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see she’s holding a tray of french fries and soda. Inhaling deeply, you stop what you are doing and look at her.

“Can you take these out to them?” She asks rather sheepishly. “I have to flip the burgers.”

“Did they pay for them?” Her lack of an answer says it all. “Jenny…”

“Just this once, I promise, then I’ll stop.” You highly doubt that, but sighing, you take it from her anyway. “Thanks, Y/N! I really, really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You huff, slipping from behind the counter. “I’m a real saint.”

The chatter at the table stops as you draw closer, everyone’s eyes so focused on you that it feels like you’re being studied. It takes a lot, but you force a smile as you begin to place down the baskets of fries and cold drinks.

“So Y/N…” Oscar ventures, his lips parting into a smile. “Have you guys found anyone to take Jens’ place?”

“It’s unfortunate about his leg.” Saxa comments, pursing her lips as she reaches for a fry. “I hope this place will compensate him for his time off. After all, he did get hurt on the job.” You don’t like the way she’s looking at you when she says it. “Who knows how long it will be.”

“There’s still an opening.” You respond, not taking Saxa’s bait. “We have applications at the front if people are interested.” Please, God, don’t let them be. “...Can I get you anything else?”

“You know, you should apply, Fjor.” Oscar teased.

“You should!” Hilde chimed in. “I’m sure you’d look dashing in an apron holding a spatula.”

“Careful though. Y/N might try to break your leg too.” Laurits smirks, looking you dead in the eyes. “But I’d pay to see you holding a job here...not that you could.”

Fjor’s lips press into a thin line. “And what makes you think that I couldn’t?”

“No offense, Fjor, but have you seen yourself? You aren’t exactly the first person I’d think of when it comes to fast food.” Gry gives him a small smile. “It really isn’t you.”

“And I doubt he’s even cooked before too.” Signy cut in. “No, I can’t picture you even if I tried.”

You bite back a smile as you notice how Fjor genuinely looks slightly annoyed by everyone’s lack of faith in him. But they were right, as much as you hate to admit it. There is no way in Hell that Fjor Jutul would ever consider working somewhere that didn’t pay him in gold and diamonds. Not to mention his family did own Norway’s fifth largest company.

“Care to make a wager then?” Oscar’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “42 kroner if Fjor is hired AND lasts a day.” He looks to the others expectantly. “Any wagers?”

There is a brief moment of silence. “Fine,” Hilde sighs. “I’ll go in 85 for one week.” The teenager glances around. “Come on, don’t let it only be me and Oscar.”

Laurits grins widely, leaning back in his chair. “This is going to be good.” He seems to ponder for a moment before smacking his hand on the table. “128 kroner AND I will throw in Magne’s snow boots--just because it’ll be hilarious to watch him desperately look around for them.” He turns to the remainder of the group. “Ladies?”

“No,” Gry shakes her head. “Sorry, but I’d rather waste my money on something else.”

“Put me in for 170 kroner and...make it TWO weeks!” Hilde throws Fjor a smile. “Someone has to have some confidence in you.”

All eyes fall onto Saxa, including your own, as she casually sips her drink. Exhaling, she sets it down and appears to be preoccupied with admiring her nails. Even you, at this point, are interested in what she has to say.

“Are we really that bored enough to place bets on my brother like he’s some kind of race horse?” She sighs, straightening up. “But if I must…” Saxa gives a long pause. “8574 kroner for a month--and that’s how high I’m willing to go for something as pointless as this.”

Everyone turns to look at Fjor, including you. He’s sitting there quietly almost as if he is actually pondering the idea in his mind. Suddenly you wish that it had been you and not Jens who had slipped and broke their leg. There’s no way he would even qualify for the position...right? But with the “connections” his family has throughout Edda, you can’t rule the chance out.

“What happens if I win?” He finally says, crossing his arms.

“You’re not serious?!” Saxa snorts, staring her brother down. “You’d actually do it?”

“You bet didn’t you?” He counters, cocking an eyebrow. “I could honestly care less about the money. Instead...let’s make this interesting. If I win--which I well, Saxa has to delete ALL of her social media accounts and give me her car.”

“What?! No! I’m out!” Saxa hisses, rolling her eyes. “Why are we even considering this?”

“Deal!” Oscar interrupted. “Sounds fair to me!”

The others nod in agreement, excitement stirring around the table. For a split second, you can almost swear Saxa’s eyes flicker yellow. Blinking, you pass it off as being tired. Numbly, you stare forward, still clutching the empty tray. It’s then you notice Fjor, his gaze burning into yours.

“Hey Y/N, about those applications…” He smirks, giving you a look that makes you want to sock him in his pretty face. “Do you have a pen?”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

         ˜”*°•.      NOTHING  SHOULD’VE  BEEN INSURMOUNTABLE.  And  yet,  what’d  once  shined  flawless, astonishing,  now  it was  acquiring  the rustiest  of  colors, failure  all  it radiated.  Ever  since Fjor’s  lamentable  departure, a͎l͎l͎ ͎ ͎g͎o͎i͎n͎g͎ ͎ ͎d͎o͎w͎n͎h͎i͎l͎l͎s͎. Spiral  after  spiral, step  after  step,  the  puzzle becoming  more  intricate, more  difficult  to keep  in  place. Everyone  in  this  family suddenly forgetting  who  they were;  there,  hidden behind  their  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥  masks,  caring  for  t͎h͎e͎ ͎ ͎t͎i͎n͎i͎e͎s͎t͎ ͎o͎f͎ ͎ ͎m͎o͎r͎t͎a͎l͎ ͎ ͎n͎o͎n͎s͎e͎n͎s͎e͎. Fjor  was  gone and  suddenly,  everyone was  falling  apart; as  if  her existence  was  of trivial  value,  as if  everything  and everyone  had  depended on   him.  He was  a  traitor, though,   wasn’t  he  ?  Enraptured by  some  filthy mortal  girl,  erasing his  family  completely, his  own  identity. Shouting  on  her   side  and  against  the  Jutuls.   He  was  blinded,  lost in  his  own  imaginary  world, and  when  he’d finally  wake  up,  it’d  be too  late.  But  that   was  the  problem, wasn’t  it  ?  That she  didn’t  want them  to  reach this  𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.  That  she  didn’t want  this  family to  be  shattered. And  maybe  this was  the  reason, she’d  visited  the mortal’s  house  asking for  him;  because their  father  was  adopting  𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀   and  the  house had  become  an  insufferable  mess.

  ❝ And  here  I thought you  couldn’t  stoop any  lower. ❞  

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