To Tame a Viking: Chapter Nine
Title: To Tame a Viking: Chapter Nine
Author/Artist: Schizounicorn/AWildFangirlAppeared
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?
As the leaves tumbled from the trees in a multicolor rain, ice crept across the lake and the rivers. Once navigable water quickly became solid and impenetrable. As frigid winds blew through their hair, the party of Vikings stood examining their unfinished ship. It was too late, simply too late, to continue their journey east. The Finns stood quietly behind them, each of the tongue bound behind their respective partners, discussing plans for the winter. Old Pyry and Ivar stood across from one another, speaking in hushed tones. Taisto simply stood and watched them, his face as sour as ever.
“I am sorry about your ship.” Tino said to Berwald.
“Don’ worry. I was afraid I’d hafta leave you. M’ happy.” The giant ran a scarred hand over Tino’s round cheek.
The two were beginning to act like lovers. Tino had finally worked up the courage to tell his
Viking companion of his feelings, only to receive a long kiss. They were in the wilderness, and the stars looked like flecks of silver in the sky. Tino vowed never to forget that moment for as long as he lived.
“But you have to go back.” replied Tino, “I’m sure that you have a family to feed.”
“I ‘ave m’ little brother, Sven. But he’s in th’ care of a good friend. One day, I’ll bring ‘em here. We c’n be a family.”
“With two men at its head? Berwald, you know I can’t bear you any children!”
“I don’ wan’ a woman. Sven c’n carry on th’ name.”
“What about my family? I’m the only remaining man.”
“Asked yer mother’s p’rmssion. She wants ya t’ be happy. Even if it’s with me.”
“Maybe we can take in another child. A boy, we can give him my family name.”
“Now yer thinkin’”
Tino placed his hands on Berwald’s broad shoulders. “Let me kiss you.”
“N’t here. Ivar knows ‘bout my refusal t’ marry back home. If he catches us, he’ll see red.”
“I don’t care.” Tino said, pulling Berwald closer. “He can’t stop me from claiming you as my own, now. Besides, why would he be so angry over your family business?”
“He’s m’ uncle.”
XxXx
Tino woke up in the guest bedroom, surrounded by the floral sheets that his mother loved so much. The room was dimly lit and it was dark outside. As a result, Tino could just barely make out three figures standing at his bedside.
“Would you like some soup?” his mother asked.
“Not hungry, Mom.” replied Tino, groggily.
“It’s in the fridge. One of us can heat you up a bowl if you change your mind.”
Berwald, meanwhile, had made his way to the bed and laid himself down next to Tino. “Ya shivered.” he whispered into Tino’s ear before wrapping an arm around his midsection.
“That Swede sure is open.” groaned Tino’s father.
Tino’s mother shot him a dirty look, which sent him backwards, reeling in shame.
“Tino, would you rather share a bed with your boyfriend?” she asked.
“You trust him now?” Tino asked in reply.
“Berwald held you in his arms and let me show him to this room. He put you on the bed and even tucked you in. Are you sure he was actually a Viking?”
“I am….Viking.” Berwald said in English, he then pointed to Tino. “Wife.”
“I’m your BOYFRIEND, not your wife.” said Tino with a groan, “And yes, Mom, he can sleep here with me.”
“Don’t fuck too loud.” said Tino’s father under his breath.
“Lukas’ brother called earlier.” said Tino’s mother. “Said Lukas was working on some potion that would make you only have these memory flashbacks as dreams at night. He’s also working on some sort of remedy that might make your leg heal faster.”
“Thank God.”
XxXx
The florescent green numbers on the bedside alarm clock read 12:30, but neither Tino nor Berwald could sleep. They could only talk and kiss. The dam had burst, and now all of those ancient emotions had come flooding back.
“I still can’t b’lieve yer alive.” said Berwald, between kisses, “Saw ya get stabbed in the heart, b’fore they sealed me away.”
Tino moaned quietly as their kisses grew fiery and desperate. He raked his hands through Berwald’s choppy blond hair and bit his lower lip. Berwald growled slightly and did the same before breaking the kiss for air.
“There’s one thing that’s bothering me,” said Tino, “why did they kill me and seal you away in some little carving? It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Still don’ remember. Maybe t’ punish me more. Maybe they knew I’d c’me out in a difr’nt time, lost f’rever. But wh’t they didn’ know was that you would be h’re.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” said Tino, running a hand up and down the expanse of Berwald’s back.
“M’ know.” One of Berwald’s paw like hand found its way to the ever so slight pudge of Tino’s stomach. He gave it a light affectionate squeeze.
“Stop. I know I need to lose weight. I’ve gotten kinda fat over the winter, and spring is coming so I can’t hide it under a coat. Please don’t rub it in.” Tino was rambling, but his not so flat belly was something that he was self conscious about, even if he didn’t really fit society’s definition of “fat”.
“S’ cute. Means ya eat well.” Berwald replied, squeezing it once more, only to have his hand batted away.
“Stick to kissing me, I like that.”
XxXx
The tolling of the bell at Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic church echoed through the neighborhood, in turn waking Berwald. He leapt up from the bed and glanced around frantically.
Tino, who had been lying awake for several minutes, laughed at his antics.
“Berwald, that happens every hour. Remember hearing it yesterday? It’s coming from the church a few blocks away.”
“Is it in praise of All-Father Odin?”
“No, today a lot of people here worship another God. Just one, rather than many.”
“Like th’ Franks?”
“Yes, they worship the same God, in fact.”
“Are we in the land of the Franks?”
“No, we live in a land called America. It is far beyond the sea to the west of your land. It took a while to discover.”
Berwald just looked out the window and watched the naked branches of the trees toss about in the wind. He apparently couldn’t wrap his brain around the idea very well.
Just then, the door opened. Tino’s mother, smiling as usual, walked in. “Your father’s making you both eggs and bacon.”
“Really?” Tino was surprised. Why would his angry homophobic father cook breakfast for him and his boyfriend?
“We’ll be right down.”
XxXx
When Berwald and Tino walked into the kitchen, they were greeted by the savory smell of bacon.
Tino’s father stood at the stove, cracking an egg into a coal black skillet.
“How does Berwald like his eggs?” The older man’s voice was restrained and showed no hint of emotion.
“He seems to enjoy them scrambled.” said Tino.
“Like you do. Sit.”
The couple sat down at the round dining table. Tino waited in rapt anticipation for his father to explain himself.
“Look, I’m sorry I overreacted yesterday. I’m sorry about all of those times before, too. Your mother and I have been talking, and I think she may be right. You’re an adult now, and you can make your own decisions.”
“Wait, really?” Tino was shocked. Since when was his father okay with his homosexuality? Maybe it could be like old times again, before Tino came out of the closet. They could go fishing and shooting again. Maybe they could even drink Kossu together!
“Yes. You’re my son, and I love you. I’ll let you date this Swede for a while. I know one day you’ll come to your senses and find a nice girl, so don’t get too attached. I’ll break this up myself if it goes on for too long. I just want you to have a good life, son.”
“Dad, I’m gay. I’ll always be gay. I’m never marrying a woman, period.” Tino said, trying his best to mask his anger and disappointment. “I’m still your son, and I’m still a man. Hey, maybe the three of us could go fishing together. I bet Berwald’s almost as good as you are.”
Tino’s father froze and loudly dropped his spatula. Stomping, he left the room.
XxXx
((I know, I said I would update in a few days. That turned into a couple of weeks. Sorry about that.
Notes:
*Berwald lived around the early 800s, which pre-dated Ericson’s discovery of North America.
*The Frankish Kingdom was a very large empire in what is today Central Europe.))
Author/Artist: Schizounicorn/AWildFangirlAppeared
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?
As the leaves tumbled from the trees in a multicolor rain, ice crept across the lake and the rivers. Once navigable water quickly became solid and impenetrable. As frigid winds blew through their hair, the party of Vikings stood examining their unfinished ship. It was too late, simply too late, to continue their journey east. The Finns stood quietly behind them, each of the tongue bound behind their respective partners, discussing plans for the winter. Old Pyry and Ivar stood across from one another, speaking in hushed tones. Taisto simply stood and watched them, his face as sour as ever.
“I am sorry about your ship.” Tino said to Berwald.
“Don’ worry. I was afraid I’d hafta leave you. M’ happy.” The giant ran a scarred hand over Tino’s round cheek.
The two were beginning to act like lovers. Tino had finally worked up the courage to tell his
Viking companion of his feelings, only to receive a long kiss. They were in the wilderness, and the stars looked like flecks of silver in the sky. Tino vowed never to forget that moment for as long as he lived.
“But you have to go back.” replied Tino, “I’m sure that you have a family to feed.”
“I ‘ave m’ little brother, Sven. But he’s in th’ care of a good friend. One day, I’ll bring ‘em here. We c’n be a family.”
“With two men at its head? Berwald, you know I can’t bear you any children!”
“I don’ wan’ a woman. Sven c’n carry on th’ name.”
“What about my family? I’m the only remaining man.”
“Asked yer mother’s p’rmssion. She wants ya t’ be happy. Even if it’s with me.”
“Maybe we can take in another child. A boy, we can give him my family name.”
“Now yer thinkin’”
Tino placed his hands on Berwald’s broad shoulders. “Let me kiss you.”
“N’t here. Ivar knows ‘bout my refusal t’ marry back home. If he catches us, he’ll see red.”
“I don’t care.” Tino said, pulling Berwald closer. “He can’t stop me from claiming you as my own, now. Besides, why would he be so angry over your family business?”
“He’s m’ uncle.”
XxXx
Tino woke up in the guest bedroom, surrounded by the floral sheets that his mother loved so much. The room was dimly lit and it was dark outside. As a result, Tino could just barely make out three figures standing at his bedside.
“Would you like some soup?” his mother asked.
“Not hungry, Mom.” replied Tino, groggily.
“It’s in the fridge. One of us can heat you up a bowl if you change your mind.”
Berwald, meanwhile, had made his way to the bed and laid himself down next to Tino. “Ya shivered.” he whispered into Tino’s ear before wrapping an arm around his midsection.
“That Swede sure is open.” groaned Tino’s father.
Tino’s mother shot him a dirty look, which sent him backwards, reeling in shame.
“Tino, would you rather share a bed with your boyfriend?” she asked.
“You trust him now?” Tino asked in reply.
“Berwald held you in his arms and let me show him to this room. He put you on the bed and even tucked you in. Are you sure he was actually a Viking?”
“I am….Viking.” Berwald said in English, he then pointed to Tino. “Wife.”
“I’m your BOYFRIEND, not your wife.” said Tino with a groan, “And yes, Mom, he can sleep here with me.”
“Don’t fuck too loud.” said Tino’s father under his breath.
“Lukas’ brother called earlier.” said Tino’s mother. “Said Lukas was working on some potion that would make you only have these memory flashbacks as dreams at night. He’s also working on some sort of remedy that might make your leg heal faster.”
“Thank God.”
XxXx
The florescent green numbers on the bedside alarm clock read 12:30, but neither Tino nor Berwald could sleep. They could only talk and kiss. The dam had burst, and now all of those ancient emotions had come flooding back.
“I still can’t b’lieve yer alive.” said Berwald, between kisses, “Saw ya get stabbed in the heart, b’fore they sealed me away.”
Tino moaned quietly as their kisses grew fiery and desperate. He raked his hands through Berwald’s choppy blond hair and bit his lower lip. Berwald growled slightly and did the same before breaking the kiss for air.
“There’s one thing that’s bothering me,” said Tino, “why did they kill me and seal you away in some little carving? It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Still don’ remember. Maybe t’ punish me more. Maybe they knew I’d c’me out in a difr’nt time, lost f’rever. But wh’t they didn’ know was that you would be h’re.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” said Tino, running a hand up and down the expanse of Berwald’s back.
“M’ know.” One of Berwald’s paw like hand found its way to the ever so slight pudge of Tino’s stomach. He gave it a light affectionate squeeze.
“Stop. I know I need to lose weight. I’ve gotten kinda fat over the winter, and spring is coming so I can’t hide it under a coat. Please don’t rub it in.” Tino was rambling, but his not so flat belly was something that he was self conscious about, even if he didn’t really fit society’s definition of “fat”.
“S’ cute. Means ya eat well.” Berwald replied, squeezing it once more, only to have his hand batted away.
“Stick to kissing me, I like that.”
XxXx
The tolling of the bell at Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic church echoed through the neighborhood, in turn waking Berwald. He leapt up from the bed and glanced around frantically.
Tino, who had been lying awake for several minutes, laughed at his antics.
“Berwald, that happens every hour. Remember hearing it yesterday? It’s coming from the church a few blocks away.”
“Is it in praise of All-Father Odin?”
“No, today a lot of people here worship another God. Just one, rather than many.”
“Like th’ Franks?”
“Yes, they worship the same God, in fact.”
“Are we in the land of the Franks?”
“No, we live in a land called America. It is far beyond the sea to the west of your land. It took a while to discover.”
Berwald just looked out the window and watched the naked branches of the trees toss about in the wind. He apparently couldn’t wrap his brain around the idea very well.
Just then, the door opened. Tino’s mother, smiling as usual, walked in. “Your father’s making you both eggs and bacon.”
“Really?” Tino was surprised. Why would his angry homophobic father cook breakfast for him and his boyfriend?
“We’ll be right down.”
XxXx
When Berwald and Tino walked into the kitchen, they were greeted by the savory smell of bacon.
Tino’s father stood at the stove, cracking an egg into a coal black skillet.
“How does Berwald like his eggs?” The older man’s voice was restrained and showed no hint of emotion.
“He seems to enjoy them scrambled.” said Tino.
“Like you do. Sit.”
The couple sat down at the round dining table. Tino waited in rapt anticipation for his father to explain himself.
“Look, I’m sorry I overreacted yesterday. I’m sorry about all of those times before, too. Your mother and I have been talking, and I think she may be right. You’re an adult now, and you can make your own decisions.”
“Wait, really?” Tino was shocked. Since when was his father okay with his homosexuality? Maybe it could be like old times again, before Tino came out of the closet. They could go fishing and shooting again. Maybe they could even drink Kossu together!
“Yes. You’re my son, and I love you. I’ll let you date this Swede for a while. I know one day you’ll come to your senses and find a nice girl, so don’t get too attached. I’ll break this up myself if it goes on for too long. I just want you to have a good life, son.”
“Dad, I’m gay. I’ll always be gay. I’m never marrying a woman, period.” Tino said, trying his best to mask his anger and disappointment. “I’m still your son, and I’m still a man. Hey, maybe the three of us could go fishing together. I bet Berwald’s almost as good as you are.”
Tino’s father froze and loudly dropped his spatula. Stomping, he left the room.
XxXx
((I know, I said I would update in a few days. That turned into a couple of weeks. Sorry about that.
Notes:
*Berwald lived around the early 800s, which pre-dated Ericson’s discovery of North America.
*The Frankish Kingdom was a very large empire in what is today Central Europe.))