5 Things Linus Omark Thinks He Knows About Robert Nilsson (Linus Omark/Robert Nilsson)
Title: 5 Things Linus Omark Thinks He Knows About Robert Nilsson
Author:heartandmindxx
Pairing: Robert Nilsson/Linus Omark [Edmonton Oilers/Luleå HF]
Rating: This is pretty tame. Just some swearing.
Notes: Ok,I took quite a few liberties with this one. Linus is an Oilers prospect who currently plays in Sweden and was scouted for us by Robert's father Kent. He won't be on the team for at least another year because he's still under contract in Sweden. I think they'd be great together so I made this take place a couple years down the line when I assume Linus will be playing for us. But hey, it's fiction, I can do whatever I want. It's pretty AU.
Disclaimer: Don't kid yourself, this is entirely 100% fabricated.
5 Things Linus Omark Thinks He Knows About Robert Nilsson.
2333 words.
Linus liked to think that he was a pretty smart guy. He’d paid attention in school, and he knew how to treat a muscle strain or a dislocated shoulder. And while he wasn’t exactly a nuclear physicist, he’d probably travelled enough to know a thing or two about the world. But if there was one thing that he really prided himself on, it was his limited knowledge on the enigma that was Robert Åke Nilsson.
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First, Robert wasn’t exactly the type of guy who liked to fuck around before getting down to business- especially not when fucking around was the business, which, as Linus quickly learned, it often was.
In fact, he learned this before he learned just about anything else about Robert, aside from his name, which, admittedly, took him a little too long.
For the first minute that they spoke, Linus had been extremely irritated with this stranger in front of him, wearing tight-fitting jeans and a Team Sweden jogger. “Linus,” he’d said as Linus passed, grabbing a hold of his arm. Linus looked at him, tracking his face for recognition.
“Who are you?”
“My dad told me to come check you out,” he’d said, leaning back against the wall in the hallway to the Luleå dressing room, a smirk dancing across his lips.
Linus was exhausted, having just come off the ice from a long pre-season practice, and was not in the mood for the games that this annoying, albeit very sexy and somewhat familiar man seemed to be interested in playing. He rolled his eyes.
“Who’s your dad?”
“Kent,” he’d replied, still toying, still waiting for Linus’ thought process to kick in.
“Listen,” Linus had remarked rudely, frustrated, “is there a point to this, because I have other things to do.” He’d turned away, a shower the only thing on his mind.
A laugh had echoed through the hallway as he took a few wobbly steps, “Kent Nilsson.”
He’d stopped dead in his tracks and turned around wide-eyed. “Oh, shit,” he said, recognition washing over his face, “Robert, right? I’m so sorry, I thought you were- fuck, sorry,” he took his glove off and walked back to Robert to take his hand in a handshake. “I- could you just let me- I need to take a shower and I’ll be right out, is that okay?”
Robert had just leaned back and laughed, winking when he caught Linus’ eyes. “Take all the time you need, Linus.”
As far as Linus could remember, there wasn’t too much time in between this conversation and being on his knees in the handicapped stall of a public washroom at Coop Arena, Robert’s hand playing with his short hair, urging him on with a low growl from the back of his throat. Not too much time in between “Nice to meet you,” and “Fuck, just like that.” And for some reason, in the back of his head all he could think about was how this was probably not what Kent had in mind when he’d told his son to “check him out”.
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Another thing was that, while Robert was definitely his father’s son and often took advantage of that fact, he hated being compared to him, and Linus could see it on Robert’s face every time it was mentioned.
Obviously, living in Sweden, even up North in Luleå or Övertorneå, Linus knew of the legendary Kent Nilsson, the legendary Magic Man and his legendary skills. Never once did he think he’d be scouted by the same man he was told bedtime stories about, and never, never did he think he’d have this kind of relationship with “Mini-Magic”, whose legend in Sweden was less about his skills and more about his lineage and his partying.
“You have to work harder.”
Linus watched discreetly from across the locker room as MacTavish spoke to Robert sternly. Robert’s usually happy face was expressionless and cold- Mac’s was that of a disappointed father.
“Your last shift tonight was forgettable. I don’t care how many goals you score or how many points you get. If you’re slacking in your defensive zone, I don’t want you on the ice. I know you’re better than that, Bobby.”
Linus frowned, ducking his head as he saw Mac start to walk away, not wanting Robert to know that he’d been watching the exchange. He held back a cringe as he heard Mac’s parting words.
“You’re just like your father, sometimes.”
Linus knew he didn’t mean it in a good way. He glanced up to see Robert’s reaction. His face that had been unresponsive throughout the entire confrontation was now decorated with tell-tale signs of anger, his brow furrowed and his teeth clenched.
Robert looked up from his skates and made eye contact with Linus, his eyes darkened with fury. Linus flushed and looked away as quickly as possible, returning to taking his equipment off. He stood up and turned to face his stall to make sure there were no more chances for their eyes to meet. Robert was always so positive and cheerful that seeing him angry just frightened him.
He removed his shoulder pads and hung them up, trying to avoid looking over his shoulder to see the other man. He froze, biting back a yelp as he felt hands unexpectedly come to rest on either side of his waist.
“We’re not going out tonight,” Robert whispered darkly in his ear.
Linus could do nothing but nod, not wanting to protest. His eyes widened as Robert’s teeth brushed against his neck.
“Instead,” Robert continued, “I’m taking you home and fucking you so hard you won’t be able to skate ‘til next week.”
The words “Because it’s something my father would never do,” hung unsaid in the air, but Linus knew what he’d meant.
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The next thing was something that he probably should have picked up on a little faster, but something that didn’t quite click, that didn’t quite register in his mind until he got to Edmonton.
For some reason, even after that first encounter in Luleå, Linus never thought of Robert as a slut. Linus himself was confident, talented, and sexy, and why wouldn’t another confident, talented, and sexy individual want to mix with him? It was only when he reached Edmonton that he realized that Robert’s conquests extended much further than just him.
Knowing glances in the locker room, winks to players on other teams, girls in clubs who all recognized him for more than his celebrity, and subtle touches with different people that all pointed to something beyond being ‘friendly’. Linus didn’t really have a problem with this, not really, because, hey, he was all for a meaningless romp here and there, just not with the same frequency that Robert seemed to enjoy.
“No, Sammy, you can’t come.”
Linus laughed as Sam Gagner looked between the two of them, lips turned up in an accidental pout. Robert had a huge grin on his face, trying not to laugh as he winked at Linus.
“C’mon Bobby, why not?”
“Because, lite en, you’re not legal here,” Robert laughed as he clapped a hand down on Sam’s shoulder, “besides, we don’t need any wingmen, nej,” he said, glancing over at a snickering Linus. “Right, Limpan?”
Linus grinned back, shaking his head. “Nej, sorry Sam.”
“You guys could get me in though, come on. Nils, you used to get me into that one place in Vancouver all the time!” Sam complained.
Robert shook his head, “I need to spend some time with my main man, over here,” he said, sending a sideways glance in Linus’ direction.
Linus smiled coyly and felt his cheeks start to burn, hoping it didn’t show.
“You’re too good looking, anyway. All the girls will go for you instead,” Robert said with a smirk, then leaned in and whispered something low into Sam’s ear. Linus watched, flicking his tongue over his teeth, as Robert’s lips brushed against Sam’s earlobe with every word that was spoken. Sam’s pout turned into a wide grin.
“Fine,” Sam said, folding his arms as Robert leaned back. “But I’m coming when we’re back home.”
“Sure thing, Sammy,” Robert said as he turned away. He brushed his hand over Linus’ hip and started to walk, “Let’s go, Limpan, we don’t have all night.”
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From the countless nights they spent together, and their constant bar-hopping, Linus learned that Robert Nilsson loved to go out, and he never, ever went home alone.
Be it a man or a woman, a blonde or a brunette, a fan or a fellow player, Robert always had somebody, and Linus didn't think he was particularly picky, either.
Linus watched from across the bar as Robert flirted with whoever happened to cross his path. He tried not to keep a running total of how many drinks he'd been bought in the past half-hour. This was not to say that Linus hadn't been bought drinks by a number of attractive individuals, but if he was being honest with himself, he'd admit that he was more interested in watching Robert play his game.
He knew what Robert was doing, he'd seen him do it before, and hell, he'd taught Linus how to do it himself.
He could see Robert's tongue dart out to wet his lips as he spoke- a subtle, yet failsafe way to draw attention to his perfect mouth, to make the person he was speaking to really pay attention to the movements of his lips, but maybe not so much to the words coming out of them.
He watched as Robert leaned in a little further to listen, pretending he couldn't hear- a way to really get into their space, to let them take in just how good he smells, maybe even get the scent of his hair. He looked on as Robert "accidentally" bumped their shoulders together, lifting a hand to the same spot in an apology, his hand lingering a little longer than necessary for courtesy.
Robert's eyes were always one of the most expressive things about him, and Linus could tell, even from a distance, that he was extending the time it took for him to blink, his eyelashes dusting against his cheeks, leaning a little against the bar to allow himself to look up at his prey through them to appear sexier, more mysterious.
Linus turned away momentarily, distracted by a brown-haired girl who was by all means conventionally attractive but not quite his type- not quite tall enough, Swedish enough, shoulders a little too rounded and all-in-all not quite Robert enough. After making polite small talk with her, he turned back to the place his friend had been standing before, only to see that he'd disappeared, probably gone off to the dancefloor, or maybe he’d even skipped that part and-
"Hey,"
Linus jumped at the sudden intrusion before turning to see Robert's smirking face, bent down to whisper in his ear.
"You wanna get out of here?"
Linus grinned and nodded, going along as Robert kissed his ear and took him by the hand, leading him out of the crowded club.
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There was one thing that Linus learned about Robert, one of the only things about Robert that he so desperately wished he could change, and that was the fact that Robert was never happy with just one person.
Sadly, and quite pathetically, it was something that Linus had grown accustomed to, and something he’d learned to accept. Besides, he could still sort of have Robert almost to himself at least some of the time, or at least he could pretend.
Linus sat back on Robert’s new Ikea loveseat, rubbing his hands absently over the smooth black leather as he switched on the NHL network. They’d just returned from dinner with some of the guys, and Linus had headed straight for the couch. He could hear the clinking of glasses and the cracking of ice from the kitchen behind him, assuming Robert was fixing drinks.
“You know what I like, right?”
“Of course I do, baby,” Linus didn’t need to look at Robert to know that the sentence was accompanied by a wink and a wicked grin, but he turned his head and flashed a smile anyway. “Absolut, pride of Sweden,” Robert continued.
Linus grinned, nodding his head. “Hej, do you want to go out tonight?” Linus called as highlights from the night’s games started to play, “Meet some girls?”
“Maybe...” Robert replied in a non-committal tone.
“Well, Nicky is going to be in town tomorrow, nej? Are we going to meet up? You know, catch up?” Linus asked suggestively. He knew that Robert and Nicklas had been close after playing on the same line in the World Championships a couple years before, and Nicklas and himself had played at the World Juniors together. He found that meetings between the three of them always ended in a very enjoyable way.
“Probably, I guess,” Robert flat-lined, seemingly distracted.
Linus frowned, muting the TV as highlights from their last game started to play. “Should we invite Sammy over? He was saying earlier that-”
Robert hopped over the back of the sofa and swung his leg around Linus’ waist to straddle him, fisting his shirt in both hands, and silenced him with a hard kiss.
“Linus, would you shut up?” Robert said as he pulled back. Linus looked up at him, his blue eyes opened wide and his mouth parted in shock. Robert leaned down and pressed his lips to the other man’s once more, gentler than before. “I just want to be with you right now.”
Maybe it was the drinks he’d had at dinner, or it could just have been the effect of Robert’s lips on his neck, but Linus couldn’t quite grasp exactly what was going on.
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The last thing that Linus really learned, lying in Robert’s bed the next morning with his arms around him, was that, thankfully, he might not know as much about Robert Åke Nilsson as he’d thought.
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Author:heartandmindxx
Pairing: Robert Nilsson/Linus Omark [Edmonton Oilers/Luleå HF]
Rating: This is pretty tame. Just some swearing.
Notes: Ok,I took quite a few liberties with this one. Linus is an Oilers prospect who currently plays in Sweden and was scouted for us by Robert's father Kent. He won't be on the team for at least another year because he's still under contract in Sweden. I think they'd be great together so I made this take place a couple years down the line when I assume Linus will be playing for us. But hey, it's fiction, I can do whatever I want. It's pretty AU.
Disclaimer: Don't kid yourself, this is entirely 100% fabricated.
5 Things Linus Omark Thinks He Knows About Robert Nilsson.
2333 words.
Linus liked to think that he was a pretty smart guy. He’d paid attention in school, and he knew how to treat a muscle strain or a dislocated shoulder. And while he wasn’t exactly a nuclear physicist, he’d probably travelled enough to know a thing or two about the world. But if there was one thing that he really prided himself on, it was his limited knowledge on the enigma that was Robert Åke Nilsson.
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First, Robert wasn’t exactly the type of guy who liked to fuck around before getting down to business- especially not when fucking around was the business, which, as Linus quickly learned, it often was.
In fact, he learned this before he learned just about anything else about Robert, aside from his name, which, admittedly, took him a little too long.
For the first minute that they spoke, Linus had been extremely irritated with this stranger in front of him, wearing tight-fitting jeans and a Team Sweden jogger. “Linus,” he’d said as Linus passed, grabbing a hold of his arm. Linus looked at him, tracking his face for recognition.
“Who are you?”
“My dad told me to come check you out,” he’d said, leaning back against the wall in the hallway to the Luleå dressing room, a smirk dancing across his lips.
Linus was exhausted, having just come off the ice from a long pre-season practice, and was not in the mood for the games that this annoying, albeit very sexy and somewhat familiar man seemed to be interested in playing. He rolled his eyes.
“Who’s your dad?”
“Kent,” he’d replied, still toying, still waiting for Linus’ thought process to kick in.
“Listen,” Linus had remarked rudely, frustrated, “is there a point to this, because I have other things to do.” He’d turned away, a shower the only thing on his mind.
A laugh had echoed through the hallway as he took a few wobbly steps, “Kent Nilsson.”
He’d stopped dead in his tracks and turned around wide-eyed. “Oh, shit,” he said, recognition washing over his face, “Robert, right? I’m so sorry, I thought you were- fuck, sorry,” he took his glove off and walked back to Robert to take his hand in a handshake. “I- could you just let me- I need to take a shower and I’ll be right out, is that okay?”
Robert had just leaned back and laughed, winking when he caught Linus’ eyes. “Take all the time you need, Linus.”
As far as Linus could remember, there wasn’t too much time in between this conversation and being on his knees in the handicapped stall of a public washroom at Coop Arena, Robert’s hand playing with his short hair, urging him on with a low growl from the back of his throat. Not too much time in between “Nice to meet you,” and “Fuck, just like that.” And for some reason, in the back of his head all he could think about was how this was probably not what Kent had in mind when he’d told his son to “check him out”.
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Another thing was that, while Robert was definitely his father’s son and often took advantage of that fact, he hated being compared to him, and Linus could see it on Robert’s face every time it was mentioned.
Obviously, living in Sweden, even up North in Luleå or Övertorneå, Linus knew of the legendary Kent Nilsson, the legendary Magic Man and his legendary skills. Never once did he think he’d be scouted by the same man he was told bedtime stories about, and never, never did he think he’d have this kind of relationship with “Mini-Magic”, whose legend in Sweden was less about his skills and more about his lineage and his partying.
“You have to work harder.”
Linus watched discreetly from across the locker room as MacTavish spoke to Robert sternly. Robert’s usually happy face was expressionless and cold- Mac’s was that of a disappointed father.
“Your last shift tonight was forgettable. I don’t care how many goals you score or how many points you get. If you’re slacking in your defensive zone, I don’t want you on the ice. I know you’re better than that, Bobby.”
Linus frowned, ducking his head as he saw Mac start to walk away, not wanting Robert to know that he’d been watching the exchange. He held back a cringe as he heard Mac’s parting words.
“You’re just like your father, sometimes.”
Linus knew he didn’t mean it in a good way. He glanced up to see Robert’s reaction. His face that had been unresponsive throughout the entire confrontation was now decorated with tell-tale signs of anger, his brow furrowed and his teeth clenched.
Robert looked up from his skates and made eye contact with Linus, his eyes darkened with fury. Linus flushed and looked away as quickly as possible, returning to taking his equipment off. He stood up and turned to face his stall to make sure there were no more chances for their eyes to meet. Robert was always so positive and cheerful that seeing him angry just frightened him.
He removed his shoulder pads and hung them up, trying to avoid looking over his shoulder to see the other man. He froze, biting back a yelp as he felt hands unexpectedly come to rest on either side of his waist.
“We’re not going out tonight,” Robert whispered darkly in his ear.
Linus could do nothing but nod, not wanting to protest. His eyes widened as Robert’s teeth brushed against his neck.
“Instead,” Robert continued, “I’m taking you home and fucking you so hard you won’t be able to skate ‘til next week.”
The words “Because it’s something my father would never do,” hung unsaid in the air, but Linus knew what he’d meant.
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The next thing was something that he probably should have picked up on a little faster, but something that didn’t quite click, that didn’t quite register in his mind until he got to Edmonton.
For some reason, even after that first encounter in Luleå, Linus never thought of Robert as a slut. Linus himself was confident, talented, and sexy, and why wouldn’t another confident, talented, and sexy individual want to mix with him? It was only when he reached Edmonton that he realized that Robert’s conquests extended much further than just him.
Knowing glances in the locker room, winks to players on other teams, girls in clubs who all recognized him for more than his celebrity, and subtle touches with different people that all pointed to something beyond being ‘friendly’. Linus didn’t really have a problem with this, not really, because, hey, he was all for a meaningless romp here and there, just not with the same frequency that Robert seemed to enjoy.
“No, Sammy, you can’t come.”
Linus laughed as Sam Gagner looked between the two of them, lips turned up in an accidental pout. Robert had a huge grin on his face, trying not to laugh as he winked at Linus.
“C’mon Bobby, why not?”
“Because, lite en, you’re not legal here,” Robert laughed as he clapped a hand down on Sam’s shoulder, “besides, we don’t need any wingmen, nej,” he said, glancing over at a snickering Linus. “Right, Limpan?”
Linus grinned back, shaking his head. “Nej, sorry Sam.”
“You guys could get me in though, come on. Nils, you used to get me into that one place in Vancouver all the time!” Sam complained.
Robert shook his head, “I need to spend some time with my main man, over here,” he said, sending a sideways glance in Linus’ direction.
Linus smiled coyly and felt his cheeks start to burn, hoping it didn’t show.
“You’re too good looking, anyway. All the girls will go for you instead,” Robert said with a smirk, then leaned in and whispered something low into Sam’s ear. Linus watched, flicking his tongue over his teeth, as Robert’s lips brushed against Sam’s earlobe with every word that was spoken. Sam’s pout turned into a wide grin.
“Fine,” Sam said, folding his arms as Robert leaned back. “But I’m coming when we’re back home.”
“Sure thing, Sammy,” Robert said as he turned away. He brushed his hand over Linus’ hip and started to walk, “Let’s go, Limpan, we don’t have all night.”
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From the countless nights they spent together, and their constant bar-hopping, Linus learned that Robert Nilsson loved to go out, and he never, ever went home alone.
Be it a man or a woman, a blonde or a brunette, a fan or a fellow player, Robert always had somebody, and Linus didn't think he was particularly picky, either.
Linus watched from across the bar as Robert flirted with whoever happened to cross his path. He tried not to keep a running total of how many drinks he'd been bought in the past half-hour. This was not to say that Linus hadn't been bought drinks by a number of attractive individuals, but if he was being honest with himself, he'd admit that he was more interested in watching Robert play his game.
He knew what Robert was doing, he'd seen him do it before, and hell, he'd taught Linus how to do it himself.
He could see Robert's tongue dart out to wet his lips as he spoke- a subtle, yet failsafe way to draw attention to his perfect mouth, to make the person he was speaking to really pay attention to the movements of his lips, but maybe not so much to the words coming out of them.
He watched as Robert leaned in a little further to listen, pretending he couldn't hear- a way to really get into their space, to let them take in just how good he smells, maybe even get the scent of his hair. He looked on as Robert "accidentally" bumped their shoulders together, lifting a hand to the same spot in an apology, his hand lingering a little longer than necessary for courtesy.
Robert's eyes were always one of the most expressive things about him, and Linus could tell, even from a distance, that he was extending the time it took for him to blink, his eyelashes dusting against his cheeks, leaning a little against the bar to allow himself to look up at his prey through them to appear sexier, more mysterious.
Linus turned away momentarily, distracted by a brown-haired girl who was by all means conventionally attractive but not quite his type- not quite tall enough, Swedish enough, shoulders a little too rounded and all-in-all not quite Robert enough. After making polite small talk with her, he turned back to the place his friend had been standing before, only to see that he'd disappeared, probably gone off to the dancefloor, or maybe he’d even skipped that part and-
"Hey,"
Linus jumped at the sudden intrusion before turning to see Robert's smirking face, bent down to whisper in his ear.
"You wanna get out of here?"
Linus grinned and nodded, going along as Robert kissed his ear and took him by the hand, leading him out of the crowded club.
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There was one thing that Linus learned about Robert, one of the only things about Robert that he so desperately wished he could change, and that was the fact that Robert was never happy with just one person.
Sadly, and quite pathetically, it was something that Linus had grown accustomed to, and something he’d learned to accept. Besides, he could still sort of have Robert almost to himself at least some of the time, or at least he could pretend.
Linus sat back on Robert’s new Ikea loveseat, rubbing his hands absently over the smooth black leather as he switched on the NHL network. They’d just returned from dinner with some of the guys, and Linus had headed straight for the couch. He could hear the clinking of glasses and the cracking of ice from the kitchen behind him, assuming Robert was fixing drinks.
“You know what I like, right?”
“Of course I do, baby,” Linus didn’t need to look at Robert to know that the sentence was accompanied by a wink and a wicked grin, but he turned his head and flashed a smile anyway. “Absolut, pride of Sweden,” Robert continued.
Linus grinned, nodding his head. “Hej, do you want to go out tonight?” Linus called as highlights from the night’s games started to play, “Meet some girls?”
“Maybe...” Robert replied in a non-committal tone.
“Well, Nicky is going to be in town tomorrow, nej? Are we going to meet up? You know, catch up?” Linus asked suggestively. He knew that Robert and Nicklas had been close after playing on the same line in the World Championships a couple years before, and Nicklas and himself had played at the World Juniors together. He found that meetings between the three of them always ended in a very enjoyable way.
“Probably, I guess,” Robert flat-lined, seemingly distracted.
Linus frowned, muting the TV as highlights from their last game started to play. “Should we invite Sammy over? He was saying earlier that-”
Robert hopped over the back of the sofa and swung his leg around Linus’ waist to straddle him, fisting his shirt in both hands, and silenced him with a hard kiss.
“Linus, would you shut up?” Robert said as he pulled back. Linus looked up at him, his blue eyes opened wide and his mouth parted in shock. Robert leaned down and pressed his lips to the other man’s once more, gentler than before. “I just want to be with you right now.”
Maybe it was the drinks he’d had at dinner, or it could just have been the effect of Robert’s lips on his neck, but Linus couldn’t quite grasp exactly what was going on.
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The last thing that Linus really learned, lying in Robert’s bed the next morning with his arms around him, was that, thankfully, he might not know as much about Robert Åke Nilsson as he’d thought.
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