To Tame a Viking: Chapter Four
Title: To Tame a Viking
Author/Artist: Schizounicorn
Character(s) or Pairing(s): SuFin
Rating: Pg-13 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?
Chapter Four: A New Housemate
All Tino could feel was the pounding pain in his head. Light and color blurred before his fluttering eyes, adding to his confusion. What had happened to him?
The last thing Tino remembered was holding Berwald’s hand, and then having some sort of dream. No. It wasn’t a dream; it was far too real, far too familiar, to be a mere dream. Tino’s world began to materialize around him, and he noticed that Lukas, Berwald, Feliks and even Lukas’ step brother Emil were standing over him, their hovering faces all full of concern. Tino blinked twice, effectively making his vision clear again; he was laying on a couch in Lukas’ living room.
“It’s about time ya woke up. We were all worried sick!” said Feliks, “Especially this big lug.” The effeminate hairdresser gestured towards Berwald, who didn’t seem to notice.
Emil brushed a snowy bang from his eyes “I didn’t know Vikings could be so tender.” he quipped, as sarcastically as his step brother might have.
Feliks let out a loud laugh.
Lukas cleared his throat. “Any head pain?” he asked.
Tino thought for a moment, the splitting headache that he had when he had first come to was gone. “No. I don’t anymore, what happened?”
“You fainted at the crosswalk,” Lukas replied, “Berwald carried you back to the house.”
The Viking grunted and his face grew red.
“Hey, don’t I get any credit?” asked Feliks.
“I’m afraid coming out of the salon and freaking out wasn’t very helpful.” Lukas
said.
“But, like, I was worried about my friend.” said Feliks.
“You could have behaved more rationally.” said Emil.
“YOU weren’t there kido.”
“Fair enough.”
Tino sat up, it took a bit of effort, but he wasn’t going to let a stupid fainting spell keep him on his friend’s couch all afternoon.
“Ya okay ta sit up?” asked Berwald, placing a large hand on Tino’s shoulder.
“I’m fine.” Tino insisted.
“Ya really scared me.” The Viking’s eyes were swimming.
“I’m sorry.” Tino replied awkwardly.
Berwald moved forward, kissing Tino’s forehead softly. Tino sighed. It felt nice to have the man that he had loved for so long touching him so tenderly. Especially a man who came from a culture that was decidedly the very opposite of tender.
Wait, the man he had loved for so long? He had only met Berwald hours ago! It was as if he had acquired someone else’s memories, and that they had been stuffed into his head in the guise of his own.
“Berwald, I’m afraid I’m not ready for this kind of touching.” Tino said, as calmly as was humanly possible.
“Oh, Tino, it’s not like Ber-Ber here is, like, stroking your dick or something.
A hot guy just kissed you, why are you complaining?” Feliks had an enormous grin on his face.
“Be quiet,” Emil said, “and don’t be so graphic.”
Completely ignoring the bickering coming from behind him, Berwald pulled his lips away from Tino’s forehead. “M’sorry.” he mumbled, balling up his fists awkwardly.
“Tino,” said Lukas, “Did you have any dreams while you were unconscious?”
Tino took a deep breath, “I had some kind of dream, but it felt really real. It was dark, and Berwald and I were in a forest. We were talking and then well, he….”
“Go on.” said Lukas.
“Yes, please do.” Feliks chimed in.
Tino’s entire body felt hot. He wanted the earth to just swallow him up so no one could see him. Too late. Everyone was staring in rapt anticipation, especially Berwald, whose cold eyes seemed to bore into his.
“We kissed.” There, he said it, the two dreaded words that he didn’t want to allow to leave his mouth. The shameful dream, or perhaps the memory, of the kiss, deep and heavenly, had been brought out before four other men to pick apart and examine.
Feliks practically squealed, pressing his hands together in that damnably feminine way that he always did. Emil was smirking. Lukas was tapping his forehead with his index finger, in contemplation. Then there was Berwald, and judging by his facial expression, he seemed to recognize Tino’s story. Perhaps there was something to this reincarnation thing.
“It looks like your memories are slowly starting to return.” said Lukas.
“Okay, I’ll go with this reincarnation theory. It looks like I have no other choice.” Tino said, conceding defeated, “But tell me this, how do I get the rest of these memories back?”
“I can’t say when or even in what order you’ll get them back. But in most cases that I’ve read about, events similar to those memories or being around people from the memories is what does it. As for Berwald, his memory is a bit more complete due to his situation, but shaky at best. He will regain the memories that he doen’t have already when you do.
Tino sighed, “Don’t you have a spell or something that can just restore them now?”
“No.” said Lukas, “I’m afraid that it’s not that simple.”
“Pardon me, but I have a paper to type up, can I just go upstairs now?” Emil asked, with apathy towards the situation that surprised even Tino.
“Yes, Emil, but please don’t interrupt me again.”
With that, Emil left the living room.
“As I was saying,” said Lukas, “You both have to hang around each other and try to trigger the return of each other’s memories. For you, Tino, being with Berwald seems to be quite a trigger in and of itself. I guess, just stick together and call me if you need anything.”
“Hate to break up this party,” said Feliks, “But it’s, like, 6:00.” The hairdresser held up his cell phone, and indeed, it was getting late.
“Tino, are you okay to drive?” asked Lukas.
“Yes,” replied Tino, a hint of irritation in his voice, “I CAN drive.”
“Oh, and before you leave listen to me, feed Berwald something bland, like bread.
He won’t be able to stomach modern food just yet. Oh, and don’t forget your camera and his clothes.”
“Like, Lukas, you’re not his mother, let Tino leave and get down to “reminiscing” all night long with that hunky Viking dude.”
“Shut up!” Lukas and Tino said, in unison.
“I’d screw ‘em.” said Feliks with a shrug.
XxXx
Berwald stroked the smooth side of Tino’s black Volvo with rough fingers. “What are these beasts?”
“It’s a car.” replied Tino, “It can move on its own, but it’s not alive. People use it to go places more quickly than walking.”
Berwald cocked his head to the side, a gesture that looked almost comical when preformed by such a big man. “Don’ understand.”
“I-I don’t know how else to explain it,” Tino said, holding open the door to the passenger’s side, “Get in and sit down.”
“‘Kay”
XxXx
The ride back to Tino’s apartment complex took five minutes at most, but if one were to ask Tino about it, he would say that it felt like it took longer.
Berwald did not like car rides.
At all.
First, the roar of the engine when the car started scared Berwald, and Tino actually had to restrain the giant to keep him from attacking the dashboard of the car. He also had to postpone their ride home a few minutes in order to explain to Berwald that the car-beast had not growled and was no threat to either of them.
When he finally manager to get the car on the road, Tino couldn’t help but notice that Berwald looked tense. He held onto the seat tightly, digging his short fingernails into the grey leather. His teeth were gritted, making his intimidating face look even more frightening. Maybe it was the speed. Even though Tino was going a bit more slowly than usual due to the slush on the roads, the car was moving faster than anything that Berwald had ever ridden.
That was it; they had a long way to go. It would take the Viking a very long time to adjust to this strange new world, and there were many difficulties ahead of the two of them.
XxXx
Tino’s apartment wasn’t big, but it was livable. It consisted of two rooms, really: a front room divided into an odd conglomeration of a kitchen, dining room and living room, and a bedroom containing a double bed with navy blue bedding.
The bedroom was Tino’s favorite room, his comfort zone so to speak. The furniture was rustic and woody and very familiar; it had been in Tino’s bedroom when he still lived with his parents. His walls were covered in a great array of framed photos, more than the average person might have, because Tino was a photographer, after all. Tino’s favorite part of his room, however, was his collection of Moomin memorabilia and books, which sat facing his bed on a small bookshelf, serving as a reminder of his childhood in Finland.
After a hasty dinner, Tino found himself in that very room, lying in bed beside his new housemate. Neither of them had bothered to change into pajamas, and Tino almost didn’t care that Berwald insisted on holding him as they drifted off into a much needed slumber. Normally, he would raise his voice or try to squirm away, but at the moment, he was simply too tired. Besides, the warmth of the Viking’s well muscled chest and the steady drum of his heartbeat was a more than welcome sleep aid.
He would never admit that it felt good.
He would reprimand Berwald in the morning.
But right now, all Tino wanted to do was sleep.
XxXx
((Oi, I hope that this chapter wasn’t too rushed. I feel like I kinda threw Emil (Iceland) away. He’ll be back later, though.))
Author/Artist: Schizounicorn
Character(s) or Pairing(s): SuFin
Rating: Pg-13 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?
Chapter Four: A New Housemate
All Tino could feel was the pounding pain in his head. Light and color blurred before his fluttering eyes, adding to his confusion. What had happened to him?
The last thing Tino remembered was holding Berwald’s hand, and then having some sort of dream. No. It wasn’t a dream; it was far too real, far too familiar, to be a mere dream. Tino’s world began to materialize around him, and he noticed that Lukas, Berwald, Feliks and even Lukas’ step brother Emil were standing over him, their hovering faces all full of concern. Tino blinked twice, effectively making his vision clear again; he was laying on a couch in Lukas’ living room.
“It’s about time ya woke up. We were all worried sick!” said Feliks, “Especially this big lug.” The effeminate hairdresser gestured towards Berwald, who didn’t seem to notice.
Emil brushed a snowy bang from his eyes “I didn’t know Vikings could be so tender.” he quipped, as sarcastically as his step brother might have.
Feliks let out a loud laugh.
Lukas cleared his throat. “Any head pain?” he asked.
Tino thought for a moment, the splitting headache that he had when he had first come to was gone. “No. I don’t anymore, what happened?”
“You fainted at the crosswalk,” Lukas replied, “Berwald carried you back to the house.”
The Viking grunted and his face grew red.
“Hey, don’t I get any credit?” asked Feliks.
“I’m afraid coming out of the salon and freaking out wasn’t very helpful.” Lukas
said.
“But, like, I was worried about my friend.” said Feliks.
“You could have behaved more rationally.” said Emil.
“YOU weren’t there kido.”
“Fair enough.”
Tino sat up, it took a bit of effort, but he wasn’t going to let a stupid fainting spell keep him on his friend’s couch all afternoon.
“Ya okay ta sit up?” asked Berwald, placing a large hand on Tino’s shoulder.
“I’m fine.” Tino insisted.
“Ya really scared me.” The Viking’s eyes were swimming.
“I’m sorry.” Tino replied awkwardly.
Berwald moved forward, kissing Tino’s forehead softly. Tino sighed. It felt nice to have the man that he had loved for so long touching him so tenderly. Especially a man who came from a culture that was decidedly the very opposite of tender.
Wait, the man he had loved for so long? He had only met Berwald hours ago! It was as if he had acquired someone else’s memories, and that they had been stuffed into his head in the guise of his own.
“Berwald, I’m afraid I’m not ready for this kind of touching.” Tino said, as calmly as was humanly possible.
“Oh, Tino, it’s not like Ber-Ber here is, like, stroking your dick or something.
A hot guy just kissed you, why are you complaining?” Feliks had an enormous grin on his face.
“Be quiet,” Emil said, “and don’t be so graphic.”
Completely ignoring the bickering coming from behind him, Berwald pulled his lips away from Tino’s forehead. “M’sorry.” he mumbled, balling up his fists awkwardly.
“Tino,” said Lukas, “Did you have any dreams while you were unconscious?”
Tino took a deep breath, “I had some kind of dream, but it felt really real. It was dark, and Berwald and I were in a forest. We were talking and then well, he….”
“Go on.” said Lukas.
“Yes, please do.” Feliks chimed in.
Tino’s entire body felt hot. He wanted the earth to just swallow him up so no one could see him. Too late. Everyone was staring in rapt anticipation, especially Berwald, whose cold eyes seemed to bore into his.
“We kissed.” There, he said it, the two dreaded words that he didn’t want to allow to leave his mouth. The shameful dream, or perhaps the memory, of the kiss, deep and heavenly, had been brought out before four other men to pick apart and examine.
Feliks practically squealed, pressing his hands together in that damnably feminine way that he always did. Emil was smirking. Lukas was tapping his forehead with his index finger, in contemplation. Then there was Berwald, and judging by his facial expression, he seemed to recognize Tino’s story. Perhaps there was something to this reincarnation thing.
“It looks like your memories are slowly starting to return.” said Lukas.
“Okay, I’ll go with this reincarnation theory. It looks like I have no other choice.” Tino said, conceding defeated, “But tell me this, how do I get the rest of these memories back?”
“I can’t say when or even in what order you’ll get them back. But in most cases that I’ve read about, events similar to those memories or being around people from the memories is what does it. As for Berwald, his memory is a bit more complete due to his situation, but shaky at best. He will regain the memories that he doen’t have already when you do.
Tino sighed, “Don’t you have a spell or something that can just restore them now?”
“No.” said Lukas, “I’m afraid that it’s not that simple.”
“Pardon me, but I have a paper to type up, can I just go upstairs now?” Emil asked, with apathy towards the situation that surprised even Tino.
“Yes, Emil, but please don’t interrupt me again.”
With that, Emil left the living room.
“As I was saying,” said Lukas, “You both have to hang around each other and try to trigger the return of each other’s memories. For you, Tino, being with Berwald seems to be quite a trigger in and of itself. I guess, just stick together and call me if you need anything.”
“Hate to break up this party,” said Feliks, “But it’s, like, 6:00.” The hairdresser held up his cell phone, and indeed, it was getting late.
“Tino, are you okay to drive?” asked Lukas.
“Yes,” replied Tino, a hint of irritation in his voice, “I CAN drive.”
“Oh, and before you leave listen to me, feed Berwald something bland, like bread.
He won’t be able to stomach modern food just yet. Oh, and don’t forget your camera and his clothes.”
“Like, Lukas, you’re not his mother, let Tino leave and get down to “reminiscing” all night long with that hunky Viking dude.”
“Shut up!” Lukas and Tino said, in unison.
“I’d screw ‘em.” said Feliks with a shrug.
XxXx
Berwald stroked the smooth side of Tino’s black Volvo with rough fingers. “What are these beasts?”
“It’s a car.” replied Tino, “It can move on its own, but it’s not alive. People use it to go places more quickly than walking.”
Berwald cocked his head to the side, a gesture that looked almost comical when preformed by such a big man. “Don’ understand.”
“I-I don’t know how else to explain it,” Tino said, holding open the door to the passenger’s side, “Get in and sit down.”
“‘Kay”
XxXx
The ride back to Tino’s apartment complex took five minutes at most, but if one were to ask Tino about it, he would say that it felt like it took longer.
Berwald did not like car rides.
At all.
First, the roar of the engine when the car started scared Berwald, and Tino actually had to restrain the giant to keep him from attacking the dashboard of the car. He also had to postpone their ride home a few minutes in order to explain to Berwald that the car-beast had not growled and was no threat to either of them.
When he finally manager to get the car on the road, Tino couldn’t help but notice that Berwald looked tense. He held onto the seat tightly, digging his short fingernails into the grey leather. His teeth were gritted, making his intimidating face look even more frightening. Maybe it was the speed. Even though Tino was going a bit more slowly than usual due to the slush on the roads, the car was moving faster than anything that Berwald had ever ridden.
That was it; they had a long way to go. It would take the Viking a very long time to adjust to this strange new world, and there were many difficulties ahead of the two of them.
XxXx
Tino’s apartment wasn’t big, but it was livable. It consisted of two rooms, really: a front room divided into an odd conglomeration of a kitchen, dining room and living room, and a bedroom containing a double bed with navy blue bedding.
The bedroom was Tino’s favorite room, his comfort zone so to speak. The furniture was rustic and woody and very familiar; it had been in Tino’s bedroom when he still lived with his parents. His walls were covered in a great array of framed photos, more than the average person might have, because Tino was a photographer, after all. Tino’s favorite part of his room, however, was his collection of Moomin memorabilia and books, which sat facing his bed on a small bookshelf, serving as a reminder of his childhood in Finland.
After a hasty dinner, Tino found himself in that very room, lying in bed beside his new housemate. Neither of them had bothered to change into pajamas, and Tino almost didn’t care that Berwald insisted on holding him as they drifted off into a much needed slumber. Normally, he would raise his voice or try to squirm away, but at the moment, he was simply too tired. Besides, the warmth of the Viking’s well muscled chest and the steady drum of his heartbeat was a more than welcome sleep aid.
He would never admit that it felt good.
He would reprimand Berwald in the morning.
But right now, all Tino wanted to do was sleep.
XxXx
((Oi, I hope that this chapter wasn’t too rushed. I feel like I kinda threw Emil (Iceland) away. He’ll be back later, though.))