“I will not marry this animal!” The chair falls back hitting the ground as you stand up, glaring at your father and everyone else around, especially your soon to be husband.
You didn’t understand why he even tried to make a deal with them, they’d never keep their word and just continue to raid your lands and slaughter your people. Worst of all, now you should be married off to one of them like some sort of peace offer. At that moment you weren’t sure anymore who disgusted you more, these north men or your own father.
You storm to the door, knocking a guard aside who tried to stop you on your way and leave the throne room.
“I think I’ll like her.” Bjorn raises his drink with a small smile while his eyes linger a moment on the swinging door you just left through.
- You scream at the door when you hear the knock from the other side of the room, “Go away father, I’m not talking to you!"
"Will you talk to me then?” Bjorn enters, unfazed by your glaring look and the way your face changes into a grimace when you see him.
“What do you want?"
"Can’t I have a private talk with my betrothed?” He smirks and you consider throwing the next best thing at him.
“I won’t marry you."
"You seem awfully opposed to the idea. Why don’t you give me chance to change your mind?"
"There’s nothing you could say that would convince me that you’re not an…"
"Animal?” He interrupts you, while leaning against the wall, his eyes not leaving you for a second.
A blush slowly creeps on your face when you realize he understood your language. At least good enough that he was able to follow the conversation you had earlier.
You take a deep breath and steady yourself before you step closer to him, “I think you should leave now."
"What? Not interested to have a talk with your dear husband?"
"You’re not my husband!” You grab him by the arm and shove him towards the door, “Don’t come back!” You yell after the door falls shut behind him.
What the hell was wrong with this guy? Did everyone bend together today just to make your day a horrible disaster? Because it sure felt like it.
- Your new Viking ‘friends’ didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon. Even worse, your father was not backing down about the idea of you marrying Bjorn.
Wherever you went around the castle, he was there as well, staring at you with an unreadable face. Slowly, without really realizing it, you felt yourself drawn to him. At first it was more to break through his expression that made him look like he was annoyed or mad all the time. But the more you watched him as well, you noticed that he was indeed handsome. In a rugged more primal way anyway.
“Bjorn?” You had decided to go and visit him. Take an end to that damn attraction you felt. You were sure it would fade after you talked to him again and saw him up close. Surely this was just some kind of misplaced affection that came out of nowhere.
You almost dart out again, seeing Bjorn sitting in a bathtub when you enter.
Reluctantly, you stop and turn back around to face him. The water was running down his naked chest, glistening in the dim light that some candles provided. The sight didn’t help your little crush to vanish one bit, in fact it had quite the opposite effect.
“Do you want to join me?” He smiles, looking expectantly at you.
“N-no! Are you out of your mind?” You tried your best but the stuttering was still audible in your voice.
“Come here.” He waves you over and you take a seat next to him on a small chair.
He sits up in the tub a bit further and leans over the edge, closer to you. One of his hands grabs your waist the other moves gently along your collarbone and neck. Your first instinct is to pull away but his touches are so light and not demanding at all that you keep still and just stare at him. He reaches up, his mouth connecting to the places where his fingers just touched. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling for a moment.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?"
"Y-yes.” You jerk upwards, suddenly realizing what you were doing and quickly hurry to the door, vanishing in the dark corridors as fast as possible.
“She keeps doing that…” Bjorn says with a small sigh but smiles to himself afterwards.
The wrong kind of guy to fall in love with is the guy who will let go of the steering wheel as a joke. A guy who finds it amusing to make you uncomfortable—which is more common than you’d think—is someone you want to avoid.
“From a very early time, I understood that I only learn from things I don’t like. If you do things you like, you just do the same shit. You always fall in love with the wrong guy. Because there’s no change. It’s so easy to do things you like. But then, the thing is, when you’re afraid of something, face it, go for it. You become a better human being.”
What’s the cost?
“Ah, a big one. Lots of loneliness, my dear. If you’re a woman, it’s almost impossible to establish a relationship. You’re too much for everybody. It’s too much. The woman always has to play this role of being fragile and dependent. And if you’re not, they’re fascinated by you, but only for a little while. And then they want to change you and crush you. And then they leave. So, lots of lonely hotel rooms, my dear.”
Hi do you reply each asks or do you sometimes skip? idk if i asked this before but can you do a fic rec of sterek as fbi agents or partners in crime if theres any new fics of it? ☺️😇
I am sooo sorry!!! I did get your ask and I did draft a reply. I really thought I posted it. I’m so glad you asked me again! I added a few more to the fics I had already saved. I hope some of them are new to you :)
Detective Stilinski goes undercover at a local high school to catch a killer and meets hot gym teacher Derek Hale. Stiles just hopes Hale is not the killer. But then again, he always did fall for the wrong sort of guy.
Stiles is a forensic tech with the San Diego FBI. He thinks he’s been fairly lucky, since he’s never had his life threatened, sustained few injuries, and only has to work with his least favorite agent every once in a while.
“Very Special Agent Hale,” Stiles responds and the mocking is clear in his voice as he reaches for Derek’s drink and then has the audacity to take a sip, smirking when Derek glares at him. “How was Istanbul?”
“Hot,” Derek murmurs annoyed at Stiles and at himself, because he finds it attractive, Stiles’ smartass, fearless, somewhat superior attitude is a turn on, it makes Derek wonder if he would be like that in bed or if Derek could make him bend, make him beg.
FBI Special Agents Derek Hale and Isaac Lahey have been sent to Beacon Hills University to find a student who tried to hack into the Pentagon. One snarky, student IT department employee catches Derek’s eye.
-thinks mortals are fools
-turned a guy into a donkey
-proceeded to make jokes about how the guy was an ass
-made his queen fall in love with the guy
-gave a love potion to the WRONG PERSON
-ran around the earth in 40 minutes (how????)
-eventually fixed the mess he made but it took the ENTIRE NIGHT
Sharna walked down the hall and could hear James moving around in the kitchen. She smiled to herself, still a little in disbelief. She wasn’t entirely convinced yet that this wasn’t all a dream. Perhaps she was going to wake up and realize none of this, last night, this morning, even happened.
But she knew it was real. Because there he was standing in her kitchen. His back was to her and she just stood in the doorway watching him. He didn’t have a shirt on because she had put it on herself after she got out of bed, then slipped it back on after her shower.
“I could get used to this,” she said aloud, startling him.
“Don’t sneak up on me when I’m cooking!” he scolded her teasingly. “You’re lucky I didn’t throw an egg at you!”
“Hey,” she said, sitting down at the kitchen table. “As long as I can continue watching you cook shirtless, you can do whatever you want to me.”
He turned and grinned at her. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Crew:</b> okay Shepard, you've gotta tell us, what's your first name?<p/><b>Shepard:</b> my first name? I'm surprised you haven't asked before, it's--<p/><b>Grunt:</b> *charges past leading a horde of krogan in a conga line for the noodle stand*<p/><b>Shepard:</b> --but everyone just calls me Shepard!<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>