To Tame a Viking: Chapter Two
Title: To Tame a Viking
Author/Artist: Schizounicorn
Character(s) or Pairing(s): SuFin
Rating: Pg-13 borderling R for now. Will go up to R later.
Warnings: Violence,Adult themes (later), Swearing
Summary: A young photographer named Tino meets a handsome viking named Berwald, who has been sealed away by a magic spell for centuries and awakened only recently. Stranger yet, Berwald seems to think Tino is his wife! And what are these mysterious dreams Tino is having?
Sorry about the wait, here's chapter two!
((I would like to give a very special thank you to Golden_Archer, who offered to help me with the archeological details of this story. Thanks to this fellow writer’s experience in archeology, I was able to determine that archeologists sometimes sell surplus items found and that I needed to be more specific about the location. If anybody spots any more mistakes in this fanfic, please let me know and I’ll correct what I can.))
The strange man stood up. He positively towered above Tino! Thanks to this height difference, he had to lean down quite a long way to seal Tino’s lips in a kiss.
Shit.
His lips were rough, and he kissed him the way a soldier would his wife after returning from a long, harsh war. Tino had no idea what to do. He was so shocked that not even a scream could manage to tear its way out of his mouth. Without realizing it, the short Finnish man balled his hand into a tight fist and shoved it forward, hitting the other man’s stomach with quite a bit of force. Their lips broke contact and the mysterious giant groaned loudly. Again, he mumbled something in that strange language of his, which, judging by the tone and context, had to have been a swear word.
Not even thirty seconds after Tino’s violent reaction, Lukas sprung into action; picking up an old, somewhat decayed, Viking sword that had been propped against the wall and pressing it lightly to the strange man’s neck, effectively keeping him away from Tino.
Tino glanced up at Lukas, looking for some kind of reassurance, but instead was met with a look of wide eyed shock.
“I-I can’t believe it.” Lukas said, sword still firm in his hand. “They figured out a way.”
“What are we going to do!? This guy’s out of his fucking mind!” Tino shouted, frantically.
Lukas inhaled heavily; he seemed to be too lost, too shocked to move at the moment.
For minutes, the three of them, even the tunic clad man behind the sword, stood in a heavy silence. Time crept by slowly, as though it were in a lull due to the confusion and fear of a few people. Even the air seemed to move slowly.
At last, Lukas spoke, albeit in a slightly shaky voice, “Tino, you see that green spell book on the shelf? Bring it to me.” Wordlessly, Tino did as he was told, placing the emerald book into his friend’s single, outstretched hand.
“If I cast a tongue binding spell on the three of us, we can talk this out.” Lukas said.
“Why a tongue binding spell?” asked Tino.
“Well, we’re stuck with this guy, who obviously doesn’t speak the same language as we do, things would obviously go more smoothly if we could at least talk to each other.”
“R-right”.
With that, Lukas opened the book to a page toward the middle. He then began reciting an arcane chant, bringing a blue aura fourth from the pages of the book. Like glowing smoke, it wisped about all three of the men, forming a continuous chain of sparkling sapphire. But then it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, leaving the room in an eerie silence.
That silence was finally shattered by a deep voice.
“M’ darling wife! Thought you were dead.” The blue eyed giant’s sharp gaze fixed on Tino with surprising tenderness. Lukas’ spell had worked; they could understand one another, even though the mysterious stranger spoke a different language! It was as if his words were translated in Tino’s head.
Tino felt his face heat up and his stomach knot, “You must have mistaken me for someone else, I’m not a woman.”
“Tino, yer a man, but yer m’wife. Don’ ya remember?”
Tino gasped, how on earth did this man know his name?
Lukas lowered the sword, “Sir, you were sealed by way of a magic spell for many centuries. Would you care to at least introduce yourself? We’re clueless as to who you are.”
The man cleared his throat loudly, as if he were about to give a speech. “M’ Berwald Oxenstierna. Came ta’ the land of the Finns from the land of the Swedes t’ do some trade. Don’ remember much, jus’ m’ wife bein’ murdered. Don’ know where I am now.”
“For the last time, I’m not your wife!”
“Tino!” said Lukas, “He has no idea what’s going on, cut him some slack.” The slim Norwegian then turned his attention to the blue-clad Viking. “Berwald, I don’t know how long you’ve been trapped in there, but here me out, this future is really different from the world you know. Seeing as you won’t be able to go back, there is a lot you will have to learn, including our language. You can only understand us because I used magic, and that particular spell only has a range of three people.”
Berwald hummed and began to stare at his surroundings, his icy eyes in a squint, as if attempting to make sense of the world through blurred vision. An electric light on the ceiling caught his eye. “S’bright.” he said.
“Well,” replied Tino, weakly “It’s basically lightning that has been put into a clear container. I won’t go into specifics right now.”
Berwald moved close to Tino again with long strides, pulling his struggling body into a tight embrace. “M’ confused, but yer here. The Gods be praised.”
“Look,” said Tino, as calmly and civilly as he could manage, “I’m not your wife. That man is dead. I only share the guy’s name, for Christ’s sake. I’m sure you’re not a bad person, and that you’re a nice guy and all, but please, let me go!” He struggled against Berwald’s tight arms, but to no avail, the man had an iron grip!
“Know ‘s you.” Berwald said, shakily, as if he were about to cry, “Why won’ ya jus’ let me hold ya?”
Lukas cleared his throat and turned a steely glance to Tino. “Ever considered the possibility of reincarnation?” he said
“R’born.” Berwald muttered in understanding, his hot breath tickling Tino’s soft, blond hair.
“You’re crazy, Lukas!” Tino squeaked.
“Look, this VIKING recognizes you as someone who had the same name. This can’t possibly be a coincidence.”
“I don’t remember…..”
“People usually don’t.”
“But this is so sudden.”
“Deal with it.”
“Lukas!”
“Tino, he’s not going anywhere, you have to deal with him.”
“I guess you’re right.” the photographer could hear the resignation in his own voice.
Lukas snorted triumphantly and approached the two embracing men. It was clear that Berwald wasn’t letting go of his "wife" any time soon. “Then it’s settled, He’s going to live with you.”
“What! Why?” shouted Tino, he felt his entire body tense up as his blood run cold. This was too much, far too much. And on his day off from work, too! Unfortunately, it didn’t look like his fate was going to change.
Lukas paused thoughtfully for a moment and then decided to answer his friend’s question, “He likes you, and he obviously won’t hurt you, so isn’t it common sense? Besides, I have to take care of Emil.”
A wave of guilt washed over Tino, joining the feelings of fear and anger in a pool of powerful emotions. How could he have been so selfish? Lukas had his high-school aged Icelandic half brother to take care of, and dealing with a displaced Viking and helping him adjust to the modern world just wasn’t something that he had the time for. Finally, the small Finn managed to wrestle out of the Viking’s grip. He ran over to Lukas and embraced him, his eyes stinging with tears.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think. L-Lukas, what should we do?”
The Norwegian chuckled at his friend’s dramatic antics. “First, let’s get Berwald cleaned up. He’s a mess.”
Author/Artist: Schizounicorn
Character(s) or Pairing(s): SuFin
Rating: Pg-13 borderling R for now. Will go up to R later.
Warnings: Violence,Adult themes (later), Swearing
Summary: A young photographer named Tino meets a handsome viking named Berwald, who has been sealed away by a magic spell for centuries and awakened only recently. Stranger yet, Berwald seems to think Tino is his wife! And what are these mysterious dreams Tino is having?
Sorry about the wait, here's chapter two!
((I would like to give a very special thank you to Golden_Archer, who offered to help me with the archeological details of this story. Thanks to this fellow writer’s experience in archeology, I was able to determine that archeologists sometimes sell surplus items found and that I needed to be more specific about the location. If anybody spots any more mistakes in this fanfic, please let me know and I’ll correct what I can.))
The strange man stood up. He positively towered above Tino! Thanks to this height difference, he had to lean down quite a long way to seal Tino’s lips in a kiss.
Shit.
His lips were rough, and he kissed him the way a soldier would his wife after returning from a long, harsh war. Tino had no idea what to do. He was so shocked that not even a scream could manage to tear its way out of his mouth. Without realizing it, the short Finnish man balled his hand into a tight fist and shoved it forward, hitting the other man’s stomach with quite a bit of force. Their lips broke contact and the mysterious giant groaned loudly. Again, he mumbled something in that strange language of his, which, judging by the tone and context, had to have been a swear word.
Not even thirty seconds after Tino’s violent reaction, Lukas sprung into action; picking up an old, somewhat decayed, Viking sword that had been propped against the wall and pressing it lightly to the strange man’s neck, effectively keeping him away from Tino.
Tino glanced up at Lukas, looking for some kind of reassurance, but instead was met with a look of wide eyed shock.
“I-I can’t believe it.” Lukas said, sword still firm in his hand. “They figured out a way.”
“What are we going to do!? This guy’s out of his fucking mind!” Tino shouted, frantically.
Lukas inhaled heavily; he seemed to be too lost, too shocked to move at the moment.
For minutes, the three of them, even the tunic clad man behind the sword, stood in a heavy silence. Time crept by slowly, as though it were in a lull due to the confusion and fear of a few people. Even the air seemed to move slowly.
At last, Lukas spoke, albeit in a slightly shaky voice, “Tino, you see that green spell book on the shelf? Bring it to me.” Wordlessly, Tino did as he was told, placing the emerald book into his friend’s single, outstretched hand.
“If I cast a tongue binding spell on the three of us, we can talk this out.” Lukas said.
“Why a tongue binding spell?” asked Tino.
“Well, we’re stuck with this guy, who obviously doesn’t speak the same language as we do, things would obviously go more smoothly if we could at least talk to each other.”
“R-right”.
With that, Lukas opened the book to a page toward the middle. He then began reciting an arcane chant, bringing a blue aura fourth from the pages of the book. Like glowing smoke, it wisped about all three of the men, forming a continuous chain of sparkling sapphire. But then it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, leaving the room in an eerie silence.
That silence was finally shattered by a deep voice.
“M’ darling wife! Thought you were dead.” The blue eyed giant’s sharp gaze fixed on Tino with surprising tenderness. Lukas’ spell had worked; they could understand one another, even though the mysterious stranger spoke a different language! It was as if his words were translated in Tino’s head.
Tino felt his face heat up and his stomach knot, “You must have mistaken me for someone else, I’m not a woman.”
“Tino, yer a man, but yer m’wife. Don’ ya remember?”
Tino gasped, how on earth did this man know his name?
Lukas lowered the sword, “Sir, you were sealed by way of a magic spell for many centuries. Would you care to at least introduce yourself? We’re clueless as to who you are.”
The man cleared his throat loudly, as if he were about to give a speech. “M’ Berwald Oxenstierna. Came ta’ the land of the Finns from the land of the Swedes t’ do some trade. Don’ remember much, jus’ m’ wife bein’ murdered. Don’ know where I am now.”
“For the last time, I’m not your wife!”
“Tino!” said Lukas, “He has no idea what’s going on, cut him some slack.” The slim Norwegian then turned his attention to the blue-clad Viking. “Berwald, I don’t know how long you’ve been trapped in there, but here me out, this future is really different from the world you know. Seeing as you won’t be able to go back, there is a lot you will have to learn, including our language. You can only understand us because I used magic, and that particular spell only has a range of three people.”
Berwald hummed and began to stare at his surroundings, his icy eyes in a squint, as if attempting to make sense of the world through blurred vision. An electric light on the ceiling caught his eye. “S’bright.” he said.
“Well,” replied Tino, weakly “It’s basically lightning that has been put into a clear container. I won’t go into specifics right now.”
Berwald moved close to Tino again with long strides, pulling his struggling body into a tight embrace. “M’ confused, but yer here. The Gods be praised.”
“Look,” said Tino, as calmly and civilly as he could manage, “I’m not your wife. That man is dead. I only share the guy’s name, for Christ’s sake. I’m sure you’re not a bad person, and that you’re a nice guy and all, but please, let me go!” He struggled against Berwald’s tight arms, but to no avail, the man had an iron grip!
“Know ‘s you.” Berwald said, shakily, as if he were about to cry, “Why won’ ya jus’ let me hold ya?”
Lukas cleared his throat and turned a steely glance to Tino. “Ever considered the possibility of reincarnation?” he said
“R’born.” Berwald muttered in understanding, his hot breath tickling Tino’s soft, blond hair.
“You’re crazy, Lukas!” Tino squeaked.
“Look, this VIKING recognizes you as someone who had the same name. This can’t possibly be a coincidence.”
“I don’t remember…..”
“People usually don’t.”
“But this is so sudden.”
“Deal with it.”
“Lukas!”
“Tino, he’s not going anywhere, you have to deal with him.”
“I guess you’re right.” the photographer could hear the resignation in his own voice.
Lukas snorted triumphantly and approached the two embracing men. It was clear that Berwald wasn’t letting go of his "wife" any time soon. “Then it’s settled, He’s going to live with you.”
“What! Why?” shouted Tino, he felt his entire body tense up as his blood run cold. This was too much, far too much. And on his day off from work, too! Unfortunately, it didn’t look like his fate was going to change.
Lukas paused thoughtfully for a moment and then decided to answer his friend’s question, “He likes you, and he obviously won’t hurt you, so isn’t it common sense? Besides, I have to take care of Emil.”
A wave of guilt washed over Tino, joining the feelings of fear and anger in a pool of powerful emotions. How could he have been so selfish? Lukas had his high-school aged Icelandic half brother to take care of, and dealing with a displaced Viking and helping him adjust to the modern world just wasn’t something that he had the time for. Finally, the small Finn managed to wrestle out of the Viking’s grip. He ran over to Lukas and embraced him, his eyes stinging with tears.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think. L-Lukas, what should we do?”
The Norwegian chuckled at his friend’s dramatic antics. “First, let’s get Berwald cleaned up. He’s a mess.”