Mike takes a deep breath. He can do this. He can totally do this. He stands straighter, schools his features into a look of determination, and crosses the floor to Harvey’s office.
He knocks on the open door and walks in without being invited. “Harvey.”
“Not now, Mike,” Harvey replies, gaze still focused on his laptop.
“I just need ten minutes.”
“And I’d love to give them to you, but Jessica is riding my ass over this case and my witness just recanted and I don’t-”
“I’ve been offered a job.”
That gets Harvey’s attention. His fingers still and he looks up at Mike, shock etched into every corner of his face. “What?” Harvey says, his voice tremulous.
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I did, I just….” Harvey trails off, doesn’t finish the thought, just keeps staring at him. “Are you … are you going to take it?”
Mike hasn’t even answered yet and already Harvey looks hurt, like he’s resigning himself to the inevitable, which is Mike leaving him. “I don’t know,” Mike admits. He lets out a shuddering breath and collapses on the sofa, head in his hands. It doesn’t take long for him to feel the sofa dipping beside him.
He knows what he has to do. After all these years it’s time to tell Harvey the truth and see what happens. He just needs to find the courage to actually do it.
It takes a few moments, but he finally raises his head and looks at Harvey. “Okay, cards on the table?” Harvey nods slowly. “I should take it. It’s for a good company, and it’s not as a lawyer, so I can stop putting everyone - especially you - in danger by virtue of simply being here. It’s well paid and closer to home and seems like a really great place to work.”
“Sounds perfect,” Harvey says, not a little bitterly. “Why haven’t you taken it already?”
“Because of you.”
It isn’t often Mike gets to genuinely surprise Harvey. He knows he impresses Harvey with his memory and his ideas when it comes to casework. But this is something different, and Mike can’t help but revel in it.
“I haven’t accepted it yet because of you. Because I owe you everything, and I can’t bear the thought of leaving you. I can’t imagine us not working together anymore. Even the idea of not seeing you every day makes me feel sick, and I don’t want to live a life without you in it.”
Mike can’t tear his gaze away from Harvey’s, but that’s okay, because Harvey doesn’t seem inclined to look away either. Mike suddenly realises how close they are - he can feel the line of Harvey’s body against him, their knees pressing together - and he just wants more, to press his mouth to Harvey’s skin and breathe in his scent and be completely wrapped up in him.
Finally Harvey breaks their heavy gaze. Mike’s heart is pounding in his chest. He knows he crossed an unspoken line and there are a million ways Harvey could react. And he honestly doesn’t know which way Harvey will go.
After what feels like years Harvey turns back to him. “Take the job.”
“What?” Mike replies, his voice a near perfect echo of Harvey’s a few minutes ago.
“Take the job, Mike. And then, at the end of your first day, let me take you out to dinner.”
Mike swallows thickly. “Really?”
Harvey nods, reaching over and placing a hand over Mike’s. Mike doesn’t hesitate to move his hand so their fingers are tangled together, a touch much more intimate, and Harvey smiles in response. “Even if we don’t work together anymore, I’m not living a life without you in it either.”
I can be going through life just fine and then I remember the way Ragnar told Athelstan “I love you” with such raw, vulnerable desperation and I have to lie face down on the floor and weep because I still cannot believe that this show that is marketed as being all about big, brute vikings and macho dudebro things is actually about the tender, queer heart of the king of Denmark who fell in love with a tiny foreign priest
imagine denmark coming home in the middle of the winter to norway lying cozily on the couch and when denmark gives norway a hug, norway just screams that he’s cold and rolls off the couch, away from denmark’s hands. den just grins and touches and tickles nor all over his body with his cold hands, play fighting ensuing on the floor until they are both warm.