#varg x pelle

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BABY NAMES, PART I

- okay, wether you guys want it or not, here are the names with their meanings found on websites and what i imagine some of the babies to look like! but i will never name them in the works so if you do not like these names, you can replace them for whatever you want, i would actually love to hear the names you guys think they would like or your thoughts on these that i chose! i know i am not all that great with names at all but i tried to pick nice ones and ones i think actually fit the father <3

PELLE “ DEAD ” OHLIN

dad! pelle has a daughter named calliope ohlin and a son named casper ohlin…

- calliope means “ beautiful voice ” from greek κάλλος meaning “ beauty ” and ὄψ meaning “ voice ” in greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine muses!

calliope looks exactly like you! she has your hair, your eyes and just so many of your features, she looks like your twin! the only thing she inherited from pelle was his bone structure and that only really starts to show when she enters her teenage years! pelle absolutely loves this though, he thinks it was one of the major reasons he was able to open his heart to her so quickly after she was born, because she just looked so much like you… she was so undeniably your daughter, your child… whenever he looked at her soft face, looked into her gentle eyes, all he saw was a mini version of you, someone he knew he just wanted to shower in love and support, someone he knew he needed to protect…

casper is the opposite and looks exactly like pelle! he has his bright blue eyes, his blonde hair that only shines brighter in summer, his bony nose and a similarly indented chin! this is why in a similar opposite fashion, pelle felt it was harder to immediately bond with his son after the birth, he felt it was harder to open his heart to him because of how much of himself he saw in his son… how much she saw his younger self, how much he felt like he was looking into a mirror of the past! pelle was just so afraid of tarnishing your son, of somehow corrupting him and his happiness by simply being around him… because all he saw was his younger self, all he saw was the child so long ago that would soon run into so much cruelty and sadness in life! but of course, with a lot of support and reassurance from you that he would never hurt your son, that your son would only ever see him as his father, he was quick to open his heart to him too, just as he did for calliope…

as a father, pelle is beyond subtly proud of the name calliope for his daughter! he thinks it just fits her so well! he thinks she has such a creative soul, even when she was so young with her little messy finger paintings and scribbled crayon drawings, he immediately knew he had a strong creative and inspired soul… so much like him, as you say to him which always makes him blush and feel even more shy pride! and calliope is absolutely his muse, she became his muse right alongside you the second she was growing in your womb… he adored drawing you when you were holding her in your stomach and now, he loves to draw her as he sees her! every time he looks at her, he feels a rush of inspiration and a want to craft! both you and her are his muses, eventually his son too!

BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

dad! bård has a daughter named selene eithun…

- selene means “ moon ” in greek! this was the name of a greek goddess of the moon, a titan! she was sometimes identified with the goddess artemis!

selene looks almost exactly like bård but she does have a fair few of your features too! but when you look at her, you mainly see bård… she has his brown hair, his big brown doe eyes and his pronounced, naturally slightly pouted lips! she certainly got his height too! despite being a pretty short and petite child, she hit a major growth spurt in her teenage years and is just a little taller than the average girl! but when she was a newborn and toddler, she was definitely one of those chunky little babies! she had the chubbiest little apple red cheeks and pudgy arms, bård thought she was absolutely adorable and always claimed she just had to be the cutest baby in the world, she was too perfect to him! he loved peppering so many kisses to her chunky arms and chubby cheeks when she was a baby, he bathed in the glory that came with hearing her high pitched giggles and squeals as he did it, he could not get enough of seeing a gummy smile with just a few tiny teeth showing through stretching across her rosy red cheeks! it just manages to wash away so many of his insecurities, his fears that maybe he is not a great father…

when selene was a newborn, bård was very aware of the meaning of her name and got her a little astrology mobile to go in her crib instead of the usual sheep or animal one! not to mention how many glow in the dark stars and moons he stuck up on the ceiling of your shared bedroom in your apartment when her crib was in your room… bård thinks the name fits her so well, she is his treasure, his moon! when she is old enough to not choke on things, he buys both you and your daughter a matching necklace, both silver chains holding one half of a shiny moon! to be honest, a lot of his gifts to her in life, from the moment she was born, revolve around astrology and especially the moon! he is absolutely the type of father to fully support her childhood dream of wanting to become an astronaut!

older! bård definitely gets a moon tattooed somewhere in his arm sleeve tattoo, likely when she is in her teenage years! it is a beautiful tattoo dedicated just to his moon… he likely has a star tattooed somewhere on his body too but from when he was younger, it was one of his first few tattoos and it was dedicated you, his special star, the love of his life and mother of his child!

ØYSTEIN “ EURONYMOUS ” AARSETH

dad! øystein has identical twin girls named alva aarseth and audra aarseth…

- alva is the feminine form of alf! derived from old norse alfr meaning “ elf ” in norse legend this was the name of king, the suitor of a reluctant maiden named alfhild! she avoided marrying him by disguising herself as a warrior, but when they fought she was so impressed by his strength that she changed her mind!

✩ audra means “ storm ” in lithuanian!

both alva and audra just look like complete doubles of øystein, they look like factory made female replicas of him! sometimes you spend minutes studying their faces, trying to find any traces of your own genes in their appearance but you find very few… they have his natural blonde hair, his small button nose, his soft face and so on… they just mirror all of his physical features! and it only got more and more noticeable as they got older, especially in their teenage years when both decided they wanted to dye their hair black after looking at old pictures of their father! øystein went through a crisis in the early months of their lives, he liked to dress them identically because he thought it was funny to see double of his baby but the humour would quickly turn into panic when he realised he could not decipher who was who… that is why the both of you spend time stitching their names into clothes whenever they get new dresses or onesies! he does get much better at knowing who is who within a couple of months, he just found little ways to differentiate them! and that is when he finds it funny to dress them in the same outfits once again, seeing them in the exact same outfit, with the exact same ribbons in their hair just makes him laugh so much! øystein is also incredibly smug about how much they look like him, he is just so smug and proud…

whenever a storm rolls around, with rain hitting against the glass windows of your shared apartment, øystein likes to hold audra on his hip and stand in front of one of the windows, looking down at her as shadows of water droplets reflect inside through the window and against her curious face, watching with a small smile as her wide eyes follow the raindrops and her little hands grasp his sweater tightly… audra lives up to her name in two ways! one way being that she loves storms, she was never scared and afraid of rainstorms or thunderstorms! she always just wanted to sit at the window with her father whilst you built a pillow fort with alva! the second way being that she was an absolute storm of a child… she was hyper and rowdy, every time after playing, the apartment would look like a tornado had run through it!

VEGARD “ IHSAHN ” TVEITAN

dad! vegard has a daughter named violet tveitan…

- violet is derived from the english word violet for the purple flower, ultimately derived from latin viola! it was common in scotland from the 16th century, and it came into general use as an english given name during the 19th century!

violet is a very balanced mix between both you and vegard! she has your eyes but his frizzy and curly black hair, she has your nose but his mouth and an abundance of other little features… both you and vegard see the others features so strongly in her! he thinks she looks like your twin and you think she looks like his! the only thing the two of you can absolutely agree on is that your genes never stood a chance when it came to his hair! literally the second you told him you were pregnant, he knew that baby was going to have his hair, he just knew it! because the hair type is pretty particular and specific when it comes to care and washing, vegard likes to be the one to help her with it! he is more than happy to help you learn how to deal with her hair better too, obviously, but nothing makes him happier than sitting her on his knee and tying her frizzy black hair into little pigtails with little purple ribbons…

i feel like the name violet would come after a lot of thought with vegard, he was thinking about names every day right after you told him you were pregnant! but the two of you could just never decide on a name, nothing rolled off the tongue right before violet popped into his head when he saw you, late in your pregnancy with a very sizeable bump, wearing a deep violet maternity dress… he just thought the colour was beautiful on you, hugging your bump that cradled his baby… once the name was decided, ihsahn was determined to paint her already prepared wooden crib a light violet purple before you gave birth! not to mention how many little violet bows and outfits he buys for her with what little money he has… i feel like he would even switch his usual guitar picks to glittery violet purple picks just for her, to honour his little girl during emperor shows in the most subtle yet thoughtful way!

a slight bonus one here because i have not made his dad! headcanons yet but i wanted to include him <3

VARG “ COUNT GRISHNACKH ” VIKERNES

dad! varg has twins with the daughter being named vígdís vikernes and the son being named vidar vikernes…

- vígdís is derived from the old norse elements víg “ war ” and dís “ goddess ”

✩ vidar derived from old norse víðarr, which was possibly derived from víðr “ wide ” and herr “ army, warrior ” in norse mythology víðarr was the son of odin and grid! at the time of the end of the world, ragnarök, it is said he will avenge his fathers death by slaying the wolf fenrir

whilst vígdís and vidar are twins, they are not identical twins! they actually look pretty different from each other… surprisingly, vígdís looks more like her father whilst vidar looks look you! it turns into a kind of daddys girl and mamas boy situation too… at first, varg was not a super overly loving and father towards his little girl, it took him some time to fully open his heart to a daughter, took him a little while to allow her to practice braiding his long blonde hair with colourful ribbons! but he so obviously loves her, so obviously loves both her and his son! he softens a whole lot and almost entirely drops the front he was putting up of being a headstrong and ignorant guy! when he sees how happy it makes her to be able to play with his long hair and feels his hands braiding her hair, it is worth it… it is beyond worth it for him! with vidar, i think varg would really want him to toughen up and be a manly man, even as a child but that is extremely quick to drop too! especially when you tell him it is just… really not okay, that it will only upset his son and feel like he can never be good enough! he drops all of his bullshit after a good talking to from you because deep down all he wants if for you and his children to be happy…

no one in this world can convince me that varg would not want to name his twins some really norse names, some really strong and kind of uncommon names! he spent months during your pregnancy reading through mythology and history books, looking for meaningful names, unique names… he wants names that highlight their norse blood! even if you, their mother, yourself are not… i have no doubt in my mind that he would have at least two songs inspired by their names, made for them! the first majorly soft thing varg did towards your son was buy him a little wolf plushie from a store! it is kind of ironic considering the mythology lore behind vidar and fenrir but it was cute nonetheless and the first bit of major affection he showed towards him when he was still a baby!

[weewooooweew]

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Pelle ohlin x Reader

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Tw:period oral,AFAB! Reader,cursing,hair pulling,pet names, reader being in pain from cramps,oral fem receiving,slight fluff,slight cnc, Dom!pelle

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Laying in bed,you wiped little tears off your face, your cramps had been so painful and your boyfriend Pelle had been gone all day with the band working on their new song. You were curled up in your favorite fuzzy blanket, the stuffed animal Pelle had bought you in hand,when you heard the door open and your boyfriend call out to you.

“Sweetheart I’m home dude varg was getting on my last fucking nerve tod- baby? Oh baby are you okay?” He says as he walks into the room and sees you a crying mess in your shared bed.

“Y yeah m’just having really bad cramps”

You say as you sniffle and look at him with glossy eyes.

“Aww my poor baby” he says as he pulls you in for a hug,

“You know what would make you feel better” he says with a smirk on his face

You assumed he meant a nice movie and a cuddle sesh but oh we’re you wrong.

“What?” You say as you move to get in a more comfortable position

“If I gave you some head” he says as he rubs your tummy

“Pelle no! Thats nasty im not gonna let you give me h head when I’m on my period!” You said to him, even though some head sounded good right now you never had it when you were on your period so you were unsure.

“Oh baby but I wasn’t asking you” he cooed as he pulled the blanket off of your body and got on top of you and started to plant sweet but firm kisses along your jawline moving down to your neck.

“Fuck Pelle please let’s just do something else” you pleaded with him, it’s not that you didn’t want him to eat you out, you were just embarrassed,what if he was grossed out?

“Shhh baby let me make you feel good you’ll like it I promise,also you don’t really have a choice now do you?” He let out a light chuckle before pulling your pants and panties down,you hid your face in embarrassment but he didn’t care he started kisses your thighs and finally moved his face right at your pussy, he let out a groan as he kicked a stripe from your entrance all the way to your swollen clit.

“F-fuck Pelle please oh my god”

You moaned out forgetting about ever feeling embarrassed in the first place, “that’s right baby just relax, god you taste so damn good” he said diving right back into you, after he spent some time licking your entrance he focused on your aching clit,sucking and giving it little kitten licks.

After some time you felt that knot of pleasure in your tummy coming undone and you grabbed onto his hair and grinder your hips against his face, desperate for more

“Fuck Pelle im gonna cum please please” you moaned out as he gripped into your hips tighter,that’s definitely gonna leave a bruise. Finally the cord snapped and you screamed Pelle’s name as he gave your pussy tiny kitten licks to help you come down from your high.

“You did so good baby” he says as he comes up to kiss you, you didn’t care that he had your blood all over his face, you just wanted to taste him.

You made out with him heavily as he gripped your hair trying to pull you in closer.

“I love you baby” he said as he peppered kisses all over your face

“I love you too now let’s clean this blood off” you said with a light chuckle.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles and kisses from Pelle!

An:AHH THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT SORRY THIS KNE TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN BUSY, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!!!

[plusvanity]

Some silly little HCS for my fics:

NPD x NPD

-you might think this is the worst combo imaginable and you're damn right, except that they actually make it work because Abbath is overt while Varg is (for the most of the time) covert

-they're practicing mirroring and enabling one another to do stupid and impulsive shit, so they only get worse

-cocky bastards, inflated sense of self, grandiosity and all that jazz that basically hides raging insecurities. One wants to live it up like Lemmy Kilmister while the other is dreaming of being a dictator

-the empty schizoid core dilemma: Abbath is a fucking alcoholic because he cannot stand his own emptiness on a sober and lucid mind. Varg is arguably better because he wants to remain sober and as sharp as possible because he knows that when he drinks a little whisky he's the bottom of Abbath's jokes

-the Dead Mother concept

-Varg inevitably becomes overt because his false ego grows like a tumor on Abbath and it makes things harder for both of them

-narcissistic rage and pity parties

-they never actually give one another narcissistic supply because Varg is too fucking proud to admit he likes taking it up the ass while Abbath doesn't know how to talk with mean girls (especially those who piss while standing, have scars on their faces and like setting shit on fire)

-pyromaniacs, thought it was worth mentioning

-friends with benefits is just an excuse for being deprived together

-Abbath actually makes the fatal mistake to fall in love with Varg and he's massively disappointed when he sees Varg growing a beard instead of tits but he's sad and lonely anyway so he'll take whatever he gets. He's no high maintenance

-Varg is an asshole and breaks Abbath's heart as if it wasn't enough that Abbath breaks his liver every night in Apollon

-neither one is optimistic about the future and that's for a good reason

NPD x ASP

-you would assume that this isn't healthy because Varg can do the automatic bitch move of 'swallowing' Pelle's personality whole but he doesn't. He behaves exemplarily because he's desperate to find someone to love him despite being a sore loser

-the shared fantasy: they both live like elves in Tolkien's little fairytale (although Pelle lives like a strigoi in Transylvania) because real life just sucks and because they're both so deeply misunderstood

-both are very bad at communication, especially Pelle, but Varg is naturally quite observant and tries to find out what's bothering his lover. When Varg is silent, it is mostly because he's either entirely collapsed (narcissistic collapse) or his ego is injured. Pelle usually gives him space, but if Varg doesn't get better in a few days, he'll eventually try to talk with him, which is very tricky because Pelle doesn't speak Norwegian

-nerdy sleepovers braiding their hair together and watching Pelle Svanslös (the 1981 version)

-both are big introverts, but the difference between them is that Pelle is asocial while Varg is prosocial (he still needs narcissistic supply even if he prefers solitude instead of human interaction. It's quite complex and disappointing)

-they both read one another like open books because they have seen everything the other can offer (the good, the ugly and that weird thing in between)

-Pelle's emptiness and ego-death is different from Varg's narcissistic emptiness, but they find comfort in one another no matter what. The most powerful thing that Pelle told Varg was 'if you don't have any sense of self and you are just a mirror that can reflect anything, why not try to reflect me instead of the anger of your parents?' because in this way, Pelle gave Varg a chance to be a better, less hateful and less vindictive version of himself. Of course Varg is still struggling and probably always will

-they desperately need love and they're emotionally depended on one another. Once Pelle cracked Varg's defense mechanisms and vice-versa there was no turning back, they had to be the other's salvation

- trust issues rule over them. Very careful with people around them, they're both paranoid and highly protective with each other

-Varg doesn't look for narcissistic supply in Pelle because he doesn't want to take all of Pelle's energy. It's a boundary that he has for himself in order not to ruin their relationship, so he uses fanboys like Fenriz to tell him how great he is and all this nonsense

-they do love each other deeply. Even if they never experienced true love before, they know that their feelings are true and it's the only thing that makes life bearable

NPD x ASPD

-this is where all the scary shit begins

-every failed psychopath is a narcissist (this should tell you a lot about narcissistic rage because they can't be anything but angry losers)

-partners in crime (or rather Varg is Faust's little chewing toy)

-what happens when you take the ego and the super-ego of an individual? You're right. All you're left with is great, kinky sex. (Freud would've laughed. It's a good joke, actually)

-Faust can and will make Varg worse. It's a matter of time until he breaks Varg's core

-church burnings, vandalism, robbery, murder, gay sex, cannibalism and whatever else you would expect from two mentally deranged, ego-dystonic young and highly hormonal bastards

-Faust's chronic and incurable boredom is just what makes him get an interest in Vikernes in the first place. What they have is not a relationship to him, but an opportunity to have fun

-manipulation, gaslighting, abuse, etc. It's basically a Killing Stalking situation but Varg isn't going down without a fight or a good fuck

-drunk non-consensual coitus

-one of the dirtiest moves Faust does on Varg is shaving his head of after a nasty fight, so he strips him of all of his integrity and dignity to show him who's the boss (for a bit of context: it's Varg's fault that he tried to run off with their stolen money)

-they do a lot of crazy shit but get rid of the evidence. They firmly believe the police are dumb enough not to get them

-the empty schizoid core x2 again, although one of them is even worse

-Faust is able to get Vikernes through the full cycle of narcissistic emotional outbursts from total collapse to needy borderline to secondary sociopathy while Varg is only able to get Faust pissed

-buried past, non existent future, just live in the moment. Carpe diem, brothers ✌✌✌

-the lone wolf and the hungry tiger archetypes. The consumption is visceral and that's all I have to say

[vidavbooks]

The Dark Circle - Euronymous x Reader

Warning: This is based solely off of Rory Culkins version of him. Mentions of self harm and death.

Story Masterlist

Last part, Next part

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It was 9:30 PM and here I was, worrying over how I look for some guy. This day last year I swore off men and fell into a deep depression. Celia knocks on my door and tells me the cabs here. “It’s so early though?” “You promised to bring drinks!”

I curse to myself as I quickly grab my bag and money to stop by the store on our way there. I tell our cab driver to stop next to the store and I run in quickly and grab 3 cases of whatever alcohol seemed dark and what could get me drunk.

I payed and walked out of there running back to the car. “Astrid what did you even get?” “I don’t know Celia! I don’t go to parties and you know that can we just go now.” She chuckled at my frustration and the car started moving.

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On our way there we picked up all of Celia’s friends and we all got out of the car once we arrived. I got out but had to take a breath before going in. “Astrid? You good?” Celia spoke up to say. “No..Ceils I haven’t seen this guy in months! I made out with him and kinda went ghost.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Here just put on some lipgloss and get in there! I want to see boys too.” I nodded and took a breath and following behind Celia trying to act cool. I walk in holding the drinks and I follow the other girls downstairs into what looked like a cave.

I made eye contact with some man with brown long hair and he motioned over to some table to put the alcohol on. He came up to me and I couldn’t spot Euronymous. “Well hi pretty lady, my names Varg.” I gave him a quick smile.

“Um hi, have you seen Euronymous?” He rolled his eyes at me. “God who even cares about him right now.” I smiled again but more awkwardly as a tension grew when more and more people came to the table to grab drinks. “Well he invited me so-”

I hear the steps behind me and I turn around and am greeted with the only other face I knew that wasn’t Celia. It was him and god did he look 10x better than I remembered. I turned away from Varg and walked to him. “Hey, long time no see.”

I nodded as I smiled at him gently. “Yeah no kidding..how have you been? A record store must be a lot…” He nods as I follow him to one of the many couches. “I’ve been alright, and it is a lot to work with but with my music label theres some cash flow to work with.” We sit on the couch somewhat distanced.

“You have a music label? That must be nice.” He smiled a bit and nodded as he held that eye contact. He always hold that eye contact, reminds me of what he said when we met. Look at me when you talk. “Yeah it’s working pretty well. That guy you spoke to, Varg, is one of the people who is signed. His work is pretty good.”

As the night went on more and more people went home, Celia left with some guy. All of her friends also left with other guys, I think I saw Varg leave with 4 girls. The only people left were me and Euronymous. One of his band members, Faust, lived in the record store with him but he went up to their beds already.

We kind of sat there in silence as the music played on the record player in the back. “I’m sorry about Pelle again…” He shook his head no as he took a sip of the vodka bottle then handed it to me. “It’s fine, we all saw it coming really.” I took a sip and kind of got closer to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Yeah but it still hurts, for me I was stuck in a deep depression and I still kind of fall back into it. But yet I’m too much of a pussy to do anything.” I kind of chuckle to myself as he does to and nods. “Yeah no he would blatantly cut himself on stage and in-front of us. We kind of got used to it and blood just on the floor.”

My eyes kind of widened in shock. “That…that’s something. Well if you ever want to talk to someone you know I’m-” I was cut off by a hand to my face and him pulling my head up to kiss him. I set the bottle to the side and moved to sit on his lap. He continued to kiss me and grab my waist as I hold onto his face.

We continue like this for 30 seconds and then I pull away to catch my breath. I sort of chuckle as he smiles when our foreheads press together. “I was kind of pissed for Celia showing up here and talking about me but it did end well.” He nodded as he pecked my lips again.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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Authors Note: HEYYY! guys so i’ve been linking so much stuff and making master lists and this story has its own masterlist so you guys can find everything you need! my requests are always open and i will write for so many more people from different shows and movies, love you all thank you for the support!

[thirtyratsinasuit]

Writing for the actual Øystein Aarseth is fuckin weird. Same with Pelle and Varg.

For starters, Pelle needed psychological help. Øystein used this as a gain for his band. Even though several people who knew Pelle personally and said he was never depressed, he just believed he was meant to be dead, doesn’t help Øystein’s case one bit. He was a sack of shit.

Varg is also a sack of shit. His TikToks are enough proof of that, (ashamed to be related to him but whatever.)

If I see one more fuckin “Varg x Øystein” one shot I’m going to lose my shit. It’s disgusting. As I mentioned before I am very distantly related to him, I don’t need to be seeing fics about my murderous family member and his victim floating around. Ugh I can’t believe I had to post this.

Edit;; I hate having to clarify lords of chaos isn’t really that weird to write about since it’s so far from the truth. Granted, I won’t write for LOC Varg, but I’ll gladly write for Eurory since this blog is mostly for Rory Culkin.

[princess-lvcifer]

god, i wish i never spoke 𖤐

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ Lords of Chaos 2018 - Masterlist ~

Info : All the fanfictions in this masterlist are not meant to glorify the real events and are only based on the actors fo the movie

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Euronymous

°Flower in hell->fem reader, fluff, tiny hurt, comfort, no use of Y/n

°Music, beer and touch->fem reader, fluff, kissing, making out

°NSWF Alphabet-Euronymous

°Princess and the Vampire->fem reader, big fluff

°Get ready boys(all of Mayhem x reader (implied))->fem reader, fluff,comfort

°Fluff Alphabet - Euronymous

°All the best in pink (sequel to Princess and the Vampire)->fem reader, fluff

°Eyes on you in the short skirt->fem reader, making out, kissing, tiny fluff

°Victim of faith->fluff, hurt/comfort, smutish, fem reader

°Old Love and Old friend->male reader, fluff, kiss

°Guitar and bands->fem reader, fluff, falling in love

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Pelle/Dead

°NSFW Alphabet-Pelle/Dead

°Your pain is my pain->fem reader,angst, hurt/comfort

°Expulsion of the one->(Euronymous x fem reader x Dead) fluff, comfort

°Fluff Alphabet ~ Pelle/Dead

°Pelle/Dead - NSFW - Drabble

°My cold and heat->fem reader, making out, fluff, Part.1

°My heat and cold->fem reader, smut, kissing, Part.2

°Dark Happiness->fem reader, hurt/comfort, angst, implied self-harm

°He is true Black Metal->male reader, fluff

°Halloween->fluff, fem reader

°Dead-A boyfriend like Satan->male reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

°A normal day->fem reader, fluff, kissing

°Love in Spring ->Fluff, hurt/comfort

°My heart ->fluff, smut

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Faust

°NSFW Alphabet-Faust

°Pregnant? And a wedding?->fem reader, fluff, hurt/cmomfort, emotional

°Mine and only mine->fem reader, fluff, comfort, dark theme, smut

°Happy Birthday...somehow->fem reader, fluff, tiny comfort

°Fluff Alphabet - Faust

°Cuddle Concert->fem reader, fluff, comfort, cuddling

°Satan's rebirth? Or a demoness after all? (Sequel to Pregnant? And a weeding?)->fem reader, fluff

°Dark Party with an Happy End->fem reader, fluff, falling in love

°Pink and Black->fem reader (black metal & bimbo style), fluff, getting to know eachother, fluff

°Goth Girlfriend->fem reader, fluff, kissing

°He is true Black Metal->male reader fluff

°Goth Girlfriend Part.2->fem reader, fluff, healthy relationship

°Oh my Satan a Baby->fem reader, fluff

°Blood->FTM reader, use of Y/n, fluff, period

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Varg

°NSFW Alphabet-Varg

°The ribbon of music->fem reader, angst, fluff

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Hellhammer

°NSFW Alphabet-Hellhammer

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Necrobutcher

°It's over->fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

°Necrobutcher - NSFW - Drabble

°Party and a cold Night->kissing, fluff

°Jealousy - Headcanon

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Occultus

°NSFW Alphabet-Occultus

°Quiet and Loud->fem reader, fluff

°Slow and eternal->fem reader, fluff, slowburn

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[haywire-hetfield]

I’m borederline sleep deprived rn sorry if this doesn’t make much sense.

I love the idea of Faust being terrified of being too much of an alpha to the point of him practically hovering over Euro instead of touching him. Just perfect *chefs kiss*

Honestly this is making me feel like writing a Faust/Euro fic.

Oh man you mentioned him being a traditional- yet chill and respectful alpha - I think he’d mesh well with my favorite alpha trope, the overly possessive alpha. When other alphas try to flirt with euro, something in him snaps. He shoves away the other alpha and threatens to fight them. Euro would totally be into it ( in the movie he was just a little too into the violence if you catch my drift ) and excited at the idea of Faust finally being rough in bed, only for him to immediately go back to treating Euro like glass. And Euro is just baffled, wondering if Faust will ever be actually rough.

Idk my brain is actively rotting the more I think about this it’s like I have too many thoughts to type them out. I’m much better at talking😅

If you have other omegaverse loc ideas you want to share I’m all ears 👂 you have great ideas - 🐈‍⬛

You're fine, it makes sense!

I loooove traditional alpha Faust in this sense, it fits him so nicely I think. (I think especially about the scene where he's like guiding Occultus by the arm when he's already walking in that direction. Like there's 0 practical reason for him to be physically guiding him, but he still is and that is sooooo)

He also 100% will fight other alphas if they're getting a little too close or familiar with him. (This is based more around the interviews irl Faust has done where he's talked about how it used to take a lot for him to actually get angry/physical.) I think he'd normally be so cool and composed about things, but it just sets him off.

It surprises Euronymous the first time it happens and he's definitely into it, but Faust is very scared of frightening Euronymous. (Even though let's be real, that's not happening.)

Euronymous gets whiplash from the way Faust can punch another alpha then turn right around and hold his hand like he's delicate.

I think this results a lot in Euronymous purposefully trying to get Faust into scenarios where he'll fight with other alphas.

I can also see Faust accidentally getting too rough with him and realizing how into it Euronymous actually is.

I want to note too that Euronymous bosses him around in the movie and it's the cutest thing. (Him telling Faust to turn the movie down and him immediately doing it. Him telling Faust he's gotta listen to Varg's tape and Faust catching it as soon as he tells him to. Him telling Faust "okay that's enough 😑" when he's smashing that car windshield and Faust going along with it)

Here's some of my personal omegaverse headcanons for LOC (I could talk for hours):

I'm a firm believer in omega Varg, although he WILL try to present himself more as a beta or alpha. (I can see him going at either angle. Presenting himself as a beta gives him the advantage of acting as though he's above it all, he doesn't deal with the same animalistic urges alphas/omegas do. Presenting as an alpha gives him the advantage of seeming in control.)

100% deals with internalized hatred regarding being an omega.

Occultus is an omega, just a very loud and hyper one. He tends to be on the nicer side, but he can be a lot to deal with and it can lead to confrontations (thinking particularly about Varg snapping and punching him.) This is usually accompanied by one of the others stepping in to defend him.

I particularly enjoy the dynamic of loud o!Occultus x quiet a!Faust.

Pelle is either a beta or an omega. If he's an omega, he tends to just ignore the fact he is one and honestly treats other people the same way. He generally doesn't think about it too much unless he's forced to. (Heats and such)

I can see Metalion as being any presentation. (If he's an omega, he's o4o with Occultus.)

I'm actually a big fan of alpha Euronymous, but Euronymous who is just the biggest failguy of an alpha ever. He's awkward, he sucks at being commanding, he's short, he's not really that strong, he's awkward with omegas, it's always fighting for power with the other alphas. (He's like a chihuahua that always barks and growls at the bigger dogs, not seeming to realize they're tiny.)

Blackthorn is an alpha and he is having the least fun time out of everyone. Alphas scare him and omegas scare him more.

Necrobutcher is a beta, although I could also see him as an alpha. If he is one, he does not usually act like it, though. He's usually pretty relaxed and only acts like a stereotypical alpha if he needs to.

Fenriz is an alpha (potentially a beta, but I'd put him way closer to the alpha side.) He tends to be chill-ish, but nowhere near the same level as Faust is. He's a lot more likely to snap quicker/more easily. Thinking particularly about him shoving Pelle at the party. (Man was NOT playing 😭)

Hellhammer is an omega, but you would never be able to tell it. He doesn't try to seem like an alpha, but that's usually the vibe people get from him. He's overly flirty, he's loud, he isn't afraid to fight, etc.

Manheim is a beta or an omega. If he's an omega, he's the most traditional/stereotypical one out of the entire group.

Atilla's an alpha/stereotypical and he's closer to the most traditional one out of the group.

[ghrecords]

The Death Archives: Mayhem 1984-94 - Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud (Hardback) Editorial: Ecstatic, United States, 2016 ISBN 10: 0997285036 / ISBN 13: 9780997285031 On Order (2 weeek(s) aprox.)

Mayhem are the most influential Black Metal band in the world, and obviously no strangers to controversy. Death Archives offer never before seen photographs and unique insight into one of music’s most extreme subcultures.

During the band’s ongoing career, now spanning thirty years, bass player and only surviving band member from the original line-up, Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud, has collected enormous amounts of photographs, video diaries and memorabilia. In this unique documentary book, Stubberud shares the first groundbreaking years of Mayhem’s existence including their first photo-sessions in full corpse regalia; recording sessions, and exclusive stills from live video footage of their earliest gigs. In Necrobutcher’s Death Archives he shares rarely seen photos of the band before death of singer Pelle “Dead” Ohlin and murder of guitarist Øystein “Euronymous” Aarseth.

Once Mayhem established their unique sound, The Norwegian Black Metal scene grew ferociously and globally finding common ground in violent imagery, horror iconography, fierce anti-Christian views, which ultimately led to over fifty church fires, among them the iconic Fantoft Stavkirke in Bergen. The violent nature of the music also led to the brutal murder of Øystein “Euronymous” Aarseth in 1993 by Varg “Count Grishnak” Vikernes internationally known as Burzum.

Today, Norwegian Black Metal is one of the most distinct and controversial subcultures in the music world, its popularity spanning globally from China to Mexico. The book is not only a documentation of a band – it is also a story about Norway, and a unique Norwegian subculture where a deep fascination for authentic Nordic culture and nature is deeply immersed.

Death Archives: Mayhem 1984-94 by Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud with Svein Strømmen & Christian Belgaux

Published by Ecstatic Peace Library with afterword by Thurston Moore Release date 6 June 2016

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[princess-lvcifer]

the favourite

chapter I: this mud stinks...

eurodead/eurovarg/fenrizvarg • based on the favourite (2018) dir. yorgos lanthimos • multi-chapter fanfic

summary: In the mid-19th century Norway was at war with Sweden, yet castles as gifts and duck racing flourished. King Euronymous took the throne and his close friend Lord Dead ruled the country in his stead while he nursed his ill health and passionate temper. But when Dead's cousin came to the palace it all went downhill.

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if something's weird expressed. 🇪🇸

Crossposted on my AO3.

Some scenes and characters have been deleted, some scenes and dialogues have been modified, some scenes and dialogues have been created entirely by me.

Pelle is not from Sweden here.

Historically incorrect because Norway and Sweden weren't at war at the time, and based on British politics.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

Servants were removing the young king's cloak, one on each side. One held the folded cloak in his arms, and the other removed the heavy crown from his head as he gazed solemnly into the nothingness in front of him, still with black and white make-up on his face. As these two withdrew closing the door behind them, the king turned to look at the one who kept him company in his great chambers, a young blond who relaxed when they were left alone.

"How was my speech?" asked the king, interested in his friend's opinion.

"I would have done worse," replied the blond, Dead, sarcastically.

"Indeed," he added with a smirk that infected him. His attention was caught by a noise coming from a large cage in the chambers where the king kept his cockatoo. "Say hello to my little one," he nodded pointing at the bird.

"No," he replied slightly uncomfortably, tensing his body again, "it's macabre."

"And?" he asked. "You love the macabre."

"I would only go near her if she were dead," the king rolled his eyes.

"Please," he said in an attempt to convince him.

"No. I love you, but I won't do that."

"If you love me-"

"Love has limits," he hastened to say.

"Yes, I know, and it shouldn't," he hastened to reply, and the mood became more serious than he intended as they both stared at each other unblinkingly. The blond was the first to avert his gaze, ducking it. Wanting to change the subject and embarrassed at having made him uncomfortable, the king asked him to blindfold himself.

"What are you trying to do?" He asked, confused. "You want to try to make me caress the bird that way?"

"No, that's not that. Trust me," Dead hesitated, but decided to give in to his majesty. He knew he would not abuse his power that way and would do absolutely nothing to make him uncomfortable.

The king wanted to surprise his dear friend, so he got him blindfolded and opened the secret door leading to a secret passage. He walked with his hands forward trying to see with his sense of touch, while to his left and a few steps behind was Euronymous, smiling and with a candelabra in his hand to light the way. When they reached their destination, another room of the king, he led him in front of a table, turned it around and removed the blindfold, revealing a model of the reconstruction of an old castle.

"You're crazy," Dead exclaimed, surprised but happy to see what was in front of him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Crazy in love," Euronymous corrected in a sweet tone, looking at him. When Dead turned to look at him, he saw him looking at him and smiling sweetly at him, and that caused a slight blush to appear on his face and his heart to race for a second, so he looked away quickly. "I've wanted to give you something for a long time."

"Something? This is a castle, not something. It's quite an extravagance, Øystein," said the only one who had the privilege of calling him that, walking around the model to get a better look at it.

"And yet it seems too little for you in my opinion."

Four black horses pulled the carriage in which rode a young man with brown hair and a scar on his chin. Inside it was full of people, to his right a mother with her two small children and to his left an older man; in front of him another man of his own age and on either side of him a woman and another older man. He was looking out of the window observing the nature of the forest they were passing through, and when he noticed that the man in front of him was staring at him he couldn't help but make eye contact — he smiled at him and the man, naively, returned the gesture but the smile left his lips when he saw how he slipped his hand inside his trousers. When after what seemed like an uncomfortable eternity the carriage stopped at his destination he approached the door to get out, but the pervert came up to him and stuck his hand up his ass, causing him to exclaim and shut up in fright over a puddle of mud on the soft floor, smearing himself all over it.

When he finally reached the part of the palace where the employees worked and resided, he knocked on the kitchen door. The door was opened for him by a boy a little taller than him, with curly hair falling around his shoulders and his fringes pulled back in a bun at the back of his head. He handed him a letter, looked at the envelope and wordlessly withdrew, so he followed, closing the wooden door behind him first. He ran back to him, and followed him through the huge, bustling kitchen. The guy, though in an unfriendly tone, invited him to take a piece of bread. He did not refuse and took a quick bite.

"Bård will take you to wash up," he said approaching a table where a boy who looked about his own age sat preparing food, "and to see the Lord," he added handing back the letter.

This Bård silently led him through the palace, which he looked at with a craned neck: high walls and stained glass windows and rose windows of cold coloured glass, domes and vaults, arches and pillars, sculptures and paintings, candelabra and crystal chandeliers that looked like spider webs, carpets and tapestries... Everything had a lot of detail everywhere, everything was beautiful.

"This mud stinks..." he tried to say as they climbed stairs to break the ice.

"I can feel it," Bård replied clearly bored, standing in front of a door. "Go in there," he said pointing with his arm, "and wash up."

"Thank you very much," he said smiling kindly and subtly kneeling on his knees.

When he opened the door he found himself in a tiny, dark space with another door. When he opened it he saw that it led into a much larger, more luxurious room — it was not a bathroom, it was a sitting room where Dead and others were chatting while playing billiards.

"Lord Ohlin!" he dared to say his surname, surprised as well as embarrassed and catching the attention of the aforementioned and his companions. The blond scanned him up and down as he stabbed the stick into the ground. "It is I, Varg," he said approaching them. "Dear cousin, I have a letter from our uncle," he said raising his arm for him to see, but he was unfazed and his nerves increased. You could see for miles how nervous he was, and that he didn't quite know what to say. "And... Um, I am sorry, I didn't mean to introduce myself with..." He waved his arm, pointing with the letter he held in his hand at his hideous muddy outfit. "I- I fell out of the carriage and a man touched himself while looking at me..." he said almost in a whisper, but still audible to the others. "Well, never mind," he said a little louder, rather to himself. "Our uncle's letter," he said raising his arm and the letter again, but some flies around him caught his and everyone's attention. "Sorry," he apologised as he tried to shoo them away by waving his arm, willing the earth to swallow him whole instead of just being smeared with it. "I apologise for my appearance, the servant brought me here. A harmless prank, I imagine..."

"Your name," he said after the speech. He did not look him in the eye at any time, he was shy and did not enjoy meeting new people — it caused him problems, making the other people around him take him for a cold and even rude being. "If we are related..."

"Didn't I say it?" he asked nervously and confused — he could have sworn he did, but he repeated it again just in case. "Varg Vikernes."

"The Vikernes of Bergen?" asked Dead grinning from ear to ear and finally daring to look him in the eye, if only for a second. "The one who went mad and set fire to his house while he was inside?" he asked with curiosity and wonder referring to his cousin's father, smiling slyly as he imagined the scene; Varg and the others thought he was mocking, but he was actually impressed. "And what do you want?"

"I was hoping to work for you, in whatever capacity."

"As a monster for children's games, perhaps?" he asked in all sincerity and without any malice, although the others present did misunderstand him, as usual. Though Varg thought his cousin was making fun of him for his situation and appearance, he decided to play along.

"...If you wish. Argh!" he exclaimed throwing up his arms and making an angry face, pretending to be a monster. He felt embarrassed, but at least it amused his cousin.

Other courtiers were in another great hall of the palace watching a duck race. Lord Nocturno Culto was there, though not for his own pleasure. For better or worse, he saw that Dead entered the room, taking a drink offered by a servant at the door to make his interactions with the rest of the court more manageable.

"So... a castle!" Nocturno Culto exclaimed offended as he approached him, watching as he drank the drink in one gulp and set it back down on the silver tray.

"I see you are angry at my good fortune..." he said slightly annoyed, looking at the ducks scampering across the floor, not for the fun of it but to avoid his gaze. The only thing that united these two was their lack of interest in living animals.

"I doubt you'd make the mistake of thinking I'd be happy for you," he said pointing his staff at his neck as if it were a sword.

"Stop pointing that stick at me," Dead dodged out of the way to continue walking around the room. "I'm sure it's not the first or the last time you've heard that, am I right?" he asked as he noticed him following him.

"It won't hold," he said moving to his side, referring to his castle.

"It will stand if I commission the best builders in the kingdom."

"Given the precarious state of the coffers the king should listen to the advice of his loyal opposition," he said as they approached Lord Necrobutcher. "Prime Minister, we must discuss who will propose the peace treaty to-"

"We don't need any peace treaty, we have them in retreat," he replied.

"Then they will surrender," said Nocturno Culto.

"One battle will not win the war," replied Necrobutcher.

"I have managed to hold my party back, even though the landowners have paid for this war."

"And we are grateful," interrupted Dead to drive him further out of temper.

"I haven't seen any farmers killed on the battlefield," said Necrobutcher.

"We have no money, I said," said Nocturno Culto shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders, not believing he needed to clarify.

"They are worn out, but not beaten — we must destroy them, let them beg for peace with broken hearts and bowed heads."

"Let us take it up with the king," said Nocturne Culto, "if you can make an appointment with him..." he said, looking at Dead.

"Of course," he nodded wearily, "and now, if you'll excuse me..." he said, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

It was now nightfall and Varg found himself in a tiny room, trying to sleep as a ball on the floor as it was crowded, occupied by other servants. Coughs from one of them made him open his eyes. He barely slept a wink, but it woke him up to have a bucket of cold water thrown in his face the next morning, falling over his naked body in front of the others in the bathroom he shared with them all.

Dead was waiting for the king outside his chambers, observing the nature outside the palace through a huge window, but his majesty's voice caught his attention. When he turned around he saw that he was even wearing make-up, but not his usual make-up, which was one of the things he usually took care of.

"Who did your make-up?" asked Dead almost offended.

"I wanted to impress the Papa, don't you like it?" he asked quizzically.

"...You look like a panda," he said seriously, and the king looked at him in annoyance. "What do you think you look like?"

"...A panda," he repeated annoyed.

"Didn't you look in a mirror before you went out? Do you think you can greet Papa Emeritus II like that?"

"No..." he whispered in annoyance as he agreed with him.

"I'll take care of it," he said putting his arm around his shoulders, guiding him to the door to re-enter his quarters.

"Thank you."

Euronymous sat in a chair, and Dead prepared the make-up; luckily he wouldn't have to remove his make-up first, he could paint black on white, he just had to shape the make-up he was wearing to look the way he usually did.

"Sit on top of me," he told Dead as he saw how uncomfortable he was bending over and standing up, "you'll be more comfortable."

He looked him straight in the eye, as he was the one he trusted the most and didn't feel uncomfortable doing such a thing or being so close — he was used to it. For a second he hesitated when he saw the smirk on his friend's face, but in the end he accepted the proposal because he was right: he would be more comfortable like that.

The brunet was looking closely at every detail of the blond's already made-up face and the blond pretended not to notice, focused on finishing his majesty's make-up. But there was a moment when their gazes met and Euronymous couldn't help but smile.

"Don't smile, you'll fuck up the make-up," Dead told him as seriously as he could.

"I can't help smiling every time I look at you, especially when you're so close to me," he noticed his eyes boring into his pale lips, but he didn't think he'd dare bring them together considering the makeup they were both wearing and that the Papa himself was waiting for him. He also thought that if he saw him approaching he would be quick enough to dodge him successfully, but he was wrong about everything — Euronymous grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards him, fusing the black and white paints on his lips, creating grey stains on both of them. At first Dead tensed and tried to pull away from him, even though it wasn't the first time this had happened and deep down he didn't dislike it, but he eventually gave in as he let the king's tongue slip inside him and felt his left hand slide up his right thigh.

"You'll be happy, it'll take longer now," he said annoyed, getting up from his legs to go and touch up his lips in front of the mirror, pulling a handkerchief from an inside pocket of his jacket.

"More time together," Euronymous joked.

"And less time with the Papa," he added. "It's an important meeting, Øystein," he reminded him, but he couldn't care less.

"Yes, we were in the woods," he said putting his right arm over his head, sinking his face into the crook of his elbow, "at one of my father's hunting parties... I got angry with him, I don't even remember why, and ran away... I ran into you on the shore of the lake," he said smiling, "and I thought you were one of the ones who he sent searching for me, but you almost seemed annoyed by my presence..." he said with a tired chuckle, but the important thing was that he was laughing and distracting himself.

Varg, doing as he was instructed as best he could, quickly and quietly, couldn't help but glance at them both.

"I just wanted to be alone," Dead added in the same tone.

"But you let me be by your side," he said removing his arm from his face and looking up at the ceiling, smiling wistfully as if he were looking at his distant past, "and I am grateful for that."

Varg's hand was burned and still hurting, so in the morning, knowing he would not be able to go back to sleep and his shift would start soon, he decided to take a black horse from the stables and go to the forest to look for medicinal plants. When he found them he crushed them into a paste which he rubbed into his hand, and kept what was left over in a small box. He intended to use it later.

As he bandaged his hand he heard the rustling of leaves and twigs, and looked up quickly. In front of him, a few yards away, stood another young man on another black horse, watching him curiously and attentively in silence. He looked short, slender and brown-haired — he looked somewhat like the king, but it was clearly not him. Though he said nothing and stood still Varg quickly rose, untied the horse from the tree to which he had tied it and mounted it to flee the scene, leaving it behind.

"For the king," Varg said to the footman guarding the king's chambers, "the physician has instructed that he be taken away at once. It is most urgent."

"He is sleeping," he said.

"Do you want to endanger the king's health and face the consequences?" he asked seriously.

"...What- What does "the consequences" mean?" he asked frightened.

"It means that he will have you flogged."

The servant stepped aside, letting him pass. He closed the door behind him, and as he approached his bed he surveyed the room conscientiously, for the night before, because of haste and darkness, he had not been able to see much. Obviously, as expected, it was luxurious to a fault.

He also watched the king sleep for a second, scanning his face longer and more closely in better light than the night before. Then he bent over his bed carefully and reached for his white linen nightgown to lift it up and uncover his legs. He couldn't help but look down at them and peek a little inside as she turned his neck to check that he was still asleep. Then he rubbed the paste he made on his left leg, careful not to hurt him or wake him up.

"What are you doing!?" He heard his cousin's indignant voice behind him at the bedroom door.

"It's peleatis, a weed," he replied nervously as he watched the blond approach him at a brisk pace. "I cut it this morning, it reduces inflammation. It will calm the king."

"You can't come in here," he said annoyed, standing in front of him. "Didn't the footman stop you?"

"It's not his fault, I lied to him."

"The Prime Minister," he announced.

"I only wanted to help him," he said in his defence, "he seemed to be in so much pain..."

"Lackey, take him downstairs," ordered Dead. "Tell Vegard to give him six with a birch rod."

"I was only trying to help!" he said desperately to his cousin as the footman took him by his slender arm and led him back to the kitchen.

Varg's good intentions did not move Dead, nor the fear in his eyes, for he did not look at them as usual. He simply leaned over the bed, sitting down beside the king to whisper in his ear:

"Øystein, pay attention."

A large paper map was placed on top of the aforementioned, newly awakened without much success, and Necrobutcher began to speak as he pointed to different locations with his staff.

"Our army concentrates here, the Swedes here..."

"What- What country was that?" asked the semi-conscious king. "Switzerland?"

"Almost. Sweden," Dead replied.

"We will attract them by sending a small detachment to draw their attention. They will pursue us and we will descend in large numbers from there," he said pointing at the map. "King Euronymous, do you agree?"

"The people were waiting for the war to finish..."

"Well, we all want it to end, but just wishing for it isn't enough," said Necrobutcher, shrugging his shoulders and trying to hide a smile. "We can wish for peace, but that's not how we'll get it."

"...It does help..." Euronymous whispered.

"...What?" Dead asked turning his neck to look at him.

"Something is soothing the burning in my legs, what is it?" he asked doing the same.

"Oh, some kind of herb," he replied.

"Please, please!" Varg begged as the footman forced him to bend over the kitchen table. "No!" he pleaded as he tore at his shirt.

"What are you doing!?" Vegard asked indignantly, "Fuck him in the barn, not in the kitchen!"

"The Lord has said that six birch trees for this one," Vegard neither flinched nor asked what he had done to deserve such a thing, for it mattered little to him. He only went for the aforementioned rod while Bård watched the scene all too happily from his seat, listening to three blows on his back and his cries of pain as he dug his nails into the table.

"Stop!" Dead shouted and when he got there he stopped, digging his hands into his knees, his breath hitching from the run he'd made on his own. "Stop it!" he said gesturing sharply as he rose to his feet. "Come with me," he said to his cousin, looking earnestly at him. He took him into another room to talk alone. "Your excessive kindness does you no good," he said, his breath catching.

"I've been told that," he said still shaking from the pain of the three blows he had received, tears in his eyes and snot running from his nose, which he tried to hold back by sucking it in.

"The king is relieved, and I thank you for it. Bring more of those herbs, and don't meddle any more," he said looking him in the eye for a second, but quickly averted her gaze. "...What happened to your hand?" he asked after lowering his eyes and noticing the bandage on his right hand.

"Some of my... colleges are immune to my charms. They didn't warn me that a bucket had bleach in it, and they didn't give me gloves."

Dead took pity on his cousin, and decided to make him his servant. Wherever he went Varg was a few steps behind, keeping him company as his shadow. He gave him a humble room of his own, gave him better clothes, and last but not least gave him a court name: Greifi.

[princess-lvcifer]

Writing about Fenriz/Varg for the first time ever (it's also Euro/Varg and Euro/Dead)