#fjor x gry

[placeabo]

The music ticked, ticked, ticked. Rhythmic, electronic pulses quaking floors, invigorating spirits. Pulses of energy sought to mimic the beating of the human heart and rushing of blood, so what did it mean when the music held no effect for Magne? He wasn’t part of them  ― never was even before thundering truths struck him. It was the sound of lightning and rumblings of thunders which produced any response from Thor-incarnate, though the teenager seriously doubted the adrenaline rush and dread he experienced when his powers ignited was at all similar to the merriment his classmates felt. Laughing, smiling, moving, grinding. 

Alcohol wasn’t even in the equation, off-limits on school grounds, but the modern, electronic music combined with the dim lighting promoted similar effects. The plastic cup filled with sparkling water in his hands seemed to fit awkward, then again it was everything about Magne which settled awkward in a school full of outsiders. Outsiders to him, and he was the outsider to them. Perfume and sweat brushed by him as dance partners took each other by the hand in head of the dance floor, and Magne was at least thankful no one outright bumped into him. He cradled the cup, sipped here, there, and allowed his eyes to jump from one face to the next. Happy faces. 

Wandering hands. Fjor’s body moved along with Gry’s, and a red hued strobing light skimmed across her face ―  illuminating the smile plastered to it. Magne wasn’t downright malicious; as much as he wanted to throw the cup of water onto the ground to display his frustration, he instead gruffly jumped up from his seat and discarded the measly cup, carbonated water and all. Hearing the plastic and water slosh was the closest thing to satisfaction the youth would achieve that evening. His large, brooding steps took him outside the school’s dinning hall. He convinced himself a splash of cold water would do him a great good, but why even bother lingering in the school when neither he nor his attitude belonged. 

The darkness looming over the halls went unnoticed, perhaps due to the darkness lingering over the entire city ever since his eyes became open to the TRUTH. Angry thoughts moved through his head like rocks inside a cement mixer; the simulated noise distracted him from the distinct click breaking over the thumping music. Despite wearing heels, Saxa Jutul stalked and dominated him with ease. For a quarter of a second, he thought ( maybe wished ) it was Laurits sneaking him up on to play a prank. 

His body screamed at him DANGER . . surely he would be safe at school. Paranoia, truths, lies tumbled noisily inside his mind, silenced only when Saxa pinned him securely to the wall. It was mortifying. Infuriating. Magne should not have been caught off-guard so easily by the likes of the Jutuls. Despite the differences in their height, she was strong and curled his wrist in a way which threatened to snap.  

❝  What is it that you want? A party full of admirers should be more important than toying with me.  ❞   Magne practically snarled, as close to a snarl as a typically gentle boy could muster. Despite the threat gripping his pinned wrists, he wriggled and stamped his feet. A bull stomping foot and breathing hard as a warning before things got very serious, very quickly.

▸ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺  .  .  .  . .   🤳 Saxa x Magne    𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @thenightmareofyourdrems​​​  .  .  .    〈 torture and violent roleplay prompts 〉

#* as always thank you #〈 . . . ▸ through wind and fire ──── magne ] #〈 . . . ▸ hear a voice from a shadow that is beckoning me ──── answered ] #〈 . . . ▸ we are sworn enemies / ft saxa ] #ragnarok rp #thenightmareofyourdrems

[xhrisstuff]

Herman Tømmeraas x, Ragnarok S3 announcement

#psd #hermantømmeraas #chrisschistad #hermantommeraas #fjorjutul #fjordsofnorway #fjor jutul #fjor x gry #ragnaroknetflix #netflix ragnarok #ragnarok #skam chris #skam norway #skam #skamedit #christoffer schistad #chris schistad #hermantømmeraaspds #herman tommeraas #herman tømmeraas

[czdric]

#ragnarok #ragnarok netflix #ragnarok season 2 #ragnarokedit #htommeraasedit #herman tommeraas #herman tømmeraas #fjor jutul #fjor x gry #emma bones #gif* #mine*

[fandomscompilation]

Connections (Fjor Jutul x Gry)

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor x Gry

Requested: YES, by @sublimegiverunknown

Warnings: non that I can thing off, no happy ending maybe?

About: Introducing Gry to Jotunn world.

A/N: Hello readers! Took me awhile to write this, but I've been working on four requests simultaneously. I hope you'll enjoy reading. Let me know if you have any requests, I'll be updating my masterlist and list of characters I'll be writing for ☺️

Gry sighted standing in front of Jotunheim. Fjor insisted she should visit, promising both Ran and Saxa didn't mind. She was still hesitant to come, wanting to leave Edda behind, in the past. But Gry couldn't just wave off Fjor, he was important to her even after what happened.

She knocked lightly and anxiousness filled her mind. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe she could still turn around and act like she never showed up.

"Gry." Fjor opened the door with a warm smile. Her own lips turned up into a smile. "You came."

"Yeah, I did." She said softly and Fjor stepped back to let her in.

Her eyes scanned the floor, but there was no one present.

"They're out." Fjor spoke up seeing her gaze. He knew her better than she thought.

"So why did you invite me?" She asked being lead to the table. Gry had a plan in her mind. Listen to whatever he had to say and leave. She didn't want to stay for too long, it would result in her getting drowned in feelings and memories. That was supposed to be kept in past.

"I wanted to explain." He said keeping his tone collected, but something in his eyes betrayed how nervous he was inside. "I shouldn't have let you go like that."

"You were supposed to go with us. It was you and me." Gry said frustrated.

"I know, and I'm sorry." He placed his hand on top of hers. It took everything in her to pull back. "The funeral.. I just couldn't leave, father taught me everything about the company so I could take his place one day. I couldn't let him down."

"Let him down?" Gry huffed in disbelief. "Fjor, your family was never there for you. I was!"

"You won't understand. There's much more to everything." Fjor insisted, but she had enough. She saw too many things, there were things Gry didn't know about. He was keeping too many secrets and if he wanted a relationship there shouldn't be such a thing.

"You're right. I don't understand a lot of things. But you don't explain them either." She got up and paced in front of him. "Your eyes glow, Fjor. They're serpent like and your voice.. It was so cold. I can't even wrap my mind around it, but you're not helping with all those weird talks and change of behaviour."

"Gry-"

"I know there's something wrong with Edda. I wanted to leave it behind, but you keep on pulling me in." Her voice cracked, but she kept her tears at bay. She won't break down, she was stronger than this.

"Jotunn." He said one word and Gry stopped meeting his gaze.

"What?" She frowned perplexed. Of course she knew what it meant. Her knowledge about mythology was huge, she loved the stories. But this? They can't be real.

"You wanted answers, I'm giving them." Fjor smirked playfully, although she didn't find it funny.

"Giants? Your family are giants? The ones that fought in Ragnarok?" Gry couldn't believe it. She fell in love with a Giant. She dreamed of a future with a creature that's supposed to end the world.

"Yes." He didn't look like saying anything more, so she went back to her chair.

"Do you kill people?" Her voice was weak. She didn't feel the best either.

"No." He shook his head. "I didn't kill anyone."

"You? So one of the others did." The realisation made the hair on her neck stand. She was in their home, both woman could be back any minute and she wouldn't be able to protect herself.

"You're safe, I promise." Fjor looked deep into her eyes, but the fear was still there.

"You broke one promise too many." Gry said ready to leave. There was no way she'll risk her life.

"I'll tell you everything. I won't keep even the slightest detail from you. But you need to hear it." Fjor had a demanding tone. He could be scary, she already experienced that, but how far will he go? "You're a part of this, Gry."

"Me?" She laughed incredulously.

"If you weren't would you really stay after you saw me and Magne? Would you still take me in? You came back now, after I showed you myself. Gry, you're not even scared. You should be screaming bloody murder if some part of you didn't already know what was going on." Fjor explained and she stopped for a moment. It was true, she never considered her reaction to the events.

"I can't be a part of this." She shook her head.

"But you are." He said softly and this time she didn't flinch at his touch. "I want you to be. I want you to stand by my side, Gry."

"It's too much. I can't-" She gulped down and stood up. "I'm sorry. I'm going back home. It's too much."

Gry run out of Jotunheim, tears slowly falling down her cheeks. It wasn't real. He was lying, he just wanted to keep her around. There was no possibility..

But he was right. She never had second thoughts when it came to his other form. Gry never questioned Magne's behaviour either.

But did it mean something inside her already knew? Was she really supposed be a part of this? What about all the times she noticed things out of ordinary and just went with it? But even if it was true, was she like Fjor?

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #requested #ragnarok netflix #fjor jutul #Fjor x Gry

[sassycassi]

Fjor Jutul & Gry Isungset in Ragnarok S1 -

"I know you don't like me as much as I like you.. but I'm going to wait for you no matter how long it takes,"

#fjor jutul #gry isungset #fjor x gry #fjory #herman tommeraas #emma bones #ragnarok netflix #fine. ill make my own content of these babes #i love them and can not wait for s2 #before yall ask. its a norwegian show on netflix called 'ragnarok' #*mygifs

[briana-fraser]

#this was so hard to colour #gry #fjor #ragnarok #ragnarok netflix #fjor x gry #gry x fjor #ragnarokedit #my edit #my gifs #my gifset

[ccirillahir]

#ragnarok netflix #fjor #laurits seimer #fjor x laurits #fuck gry i want my gays together #herman tommeraas #jonas strand gravli #mine

[flutteringphalanges]

                                                      ME n U

Summary: After an unfortunate accident involving your co-worker, a position opens up at Edda Grillen. When a group of your schoolmates place bets that “Mr. Popular” Fjor Jutul can’t handle the job, the two of you soon find yourselves in a situation that not even Wenche could have predicted.  Ship: Fjor x Reader Rating: T

                                                          Part One:

It may have partially been your fault that Jens broke his leg. After all, you were the one who was supposed to have salted the sidewalk outside the restaurant’s doors. But maybe if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with his phone instead of where he was walking… No. No, that wasn’t fair. Jens was a really nice guy and even made the extra effort to insist you weren’t to blame as the ambulance came to transport him to the hospital. Nevertheless, the guilt was there. Somehow,  you promised yourself, you’d make it up to him.

“So, did you hear they are hiring extra help here until Jens comes back?”

You try to not make it obvious as you look up from where you are washing the counter. The usual crew is there--Oscar, Hilde, Signy, Laurits, Gry, Saxa, and, of course, Fjor. There are several places you can think of off the top of your head where they could hang out besides the Edda Grillen. They rarely spent any money on anything and took up space that paying customers could use. To say you weren’t exactly a fan of them was an understatement.

“Temporary help,” Oscar continues, leaning on the table. “However long that is.”

Refocusing your attention, you reach for the spray bottle when Jenny nudges you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see she’s holding a tray of french fries and soda. Inhaling deeply, you stop what you are doing and look at her.

“Can you take these out to them?” She asks rather sheepishly. “I have to flip the burgers.”

“Did they pay for them?” Her lack of an answer says it all. “Jenny…”

“Just this once, I promise, then I’ll stop.” You highly doubt that, but sighing, you take it from her anyway. “Thanks, Y/N! I really, really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You huff, slipping from behind the counter. “I’m a real saint.”

The chatter at the table stops as you draw closer, everyone’s eyes so focused on you that it feels like you’re being studied. It takes a lot, but you force a smile as you begin to place down the baskets of fries and cold drinks.

“So Y/N…” Oscar ventures, his lips parting into a smile. “Have you guys found anyone to take Jens’ place?”

“It’s unfortunate about his leg.” Saxa comments, pursing her lips as she reaches for a fry. “I hope this place will compensate him for his time off. After all, he did get hurt on the job.” You don’t like the way she’s looking at you when she says it. “Who knows how long it will be.”

“There’s still an opening.” You respond, not taking Saxa’s bait. “We have applications at the front if people are interested.” Please, God, don’t let them be. “...Can I get you anything else?”

“You know, you should apply, Fjor.” Oscar teased.

“You should!” Hilde chimed in. “I’m sure you’d look dashing in an apron holding a spatula.”

“Careful though. Y/N might try to break your leg too.” Laurits smirks, looking you dead in the eyes. “But I’d pay to see you holding a job here...not that you could.”

Fjor’s lips press into a thin line. “And what makes you think that I couldn’t?”

“No offense, Fjor, but have you seen yourself? You aren’t exactly the first person I’d think of when it comes to fast food.” Gry gives him a small smile. “It really isn’t you.”

“And I doubt he’s even cooked before too.” Signy cut in. “No, I can’t picture you even if I tried.”

You bite back a smile as you notice how Fjor genuinely looks slightly annoyed by everyone’s lack of faith in him. But they were right, as much as you hate to admit it. There is no way in Hell that Fjor Jutul would ever consider working somewhere that didn’t pay him in gold and diamonds. Not to mention his family did own Norway’s fifth largest company.

“Care to make a wager then?” Oscar’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “42 kroner if Fjor is hired AND lasts a day.” He looks to the others expectantly. “Any wagers?”

There is a brief moment of silence. “Fine,” Hilde sighs. “I’ll go in 85 for one week.” The teenager glances around. “Come on, don’t let it only be me and Oscar.”

Laurits grins widely, leaning back in his chair. “This is going to be good.” He seems to ponder for a moment before smacking his hand on the table. “128 kroner AND I will throw in Magne’s snow boots--just because it’ll be hilarious to watch him desperately look around for them.” He turns to the remainder of the group. “Ladies?”

“No,” Gry shakes her head. “Sorry, but I’d rather waste my money on something else.”

“Put me in for 170 kroner and...make it TWO weeks!” Hilde throws Fjor a smile. “Someone has to have some confidence in you.”

All eyes fall onto Saxa, including your own, as she casually sips her drink. Exhaling, she sets it down and appears to be preoccupied with admiring her nails. Even you, at this point, are interested in what she has to say.

“Are we really that bored enough to place bets on my brother like he’s some kind of race horse?” She sighs, straightening up. “But if I must…” Saxa gives a long pause. “8574 kroner for a month--and that’s how high I’m willing to go for something as pointless as this.”

Everyone turns to look at Fjor, including you. He’s sitting there quietly almost as if he is actually pondering the idea in his mind. Suddenly you wish that it had been you and not Jens who had slipped and broke their leg. There’s no way he would even qualify for the position...right? But with the “connections” his family has throughout Edda, you can’t rule the chance out.

“What happens if I win?” He finally says, crossing his arms.

“You’re not serious?!” Saxa snorts, staring her brother down. “You’d actually do it?”

“You bet didn’t you?” He counters, cocking an eyebrow. “I could honestly care less about the money. Instead...let’s make this interesting. If I win--which I well, Saxa has to delete ALL of her social media accounts and give me her car.”

“What?! No! I’m out!” Saxa hisses, rolling her eyes. “Why are we even considering this?”

“Deal!” Oscar interrupted. “Sounds fair to me!”

The others nod in agreement, excitement stirring around the table. For a split second, you can almost swear Saxa’s eyes flicker yellow. Blinking, you pass it off as being tired. Numbly, you stare forward, still clutching the empty tray. It’s then you notice Fjor, his gaze burning into yours.

“Hey Y/N, about those applications…” He smirks, giving you a look that makes you want to sock him in his pretty face. “Do you have a pen?”

#Ragnarok #Ragnarok Netflix #Fjor Jutul #Fjor x Reader #Reader x Fjor #Saxa Jutul #Laurits Seier #ME n U #like menu lol get it? #Sad pun #first time ever writing reader x character fic

[whoisthejoker]

okay so a LONG time ago @notsomeholylight tagged me in a otp/notp thing & they only did OTPs so i’m gonna do the opposite & go with pairings that make my skin crawl

1. sam x dean, supernatural

2. uhtred x aethelflaed, the last kingdom

3. aethelflaed x erik, the last kingdom

4. fjor x gry, ragnarok

5. steve rogers x sharon carter, mcu

i tag @medicinehoney & anyone who wants to do it :)

#text #text post

[narinbelle]

I'll be back when I find something interesting about Fjor x Gry

Because they're my new otp

#ragnarok #ragnarok netflix #Fjor #fjor and gry

[aimeegbbs]

Hi! 💛 Could you do Ragnarok for the fandom thingy - if I'm not too late?

adjsgsgs no you’re not too late, thank you for sending this!! 💜

the first character i ever fell in love with: isolde!!

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: i literally disliked most of the characters right from the beginning and only started to like/tolerate them after a while so no one really

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

my ultimate favorite character™: isolde (i love pain) and i’m gonna say laurits because he’s actualla alive

prettiest character: isolde again!! and also saxa and iman

my most hated character: vidar

my OTP: isolde x being alive

my NOTP: magne x gry (can we get a guy and a girl just being friends pls)

favorite episode: 1.06

saddest death: isolde :(

favorite season: s1

least favorite season: also s1 i guess??

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate only started liking towards the end: fjor (wasn’t a fan of him until the fifth episode)

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: laurits adjssgsgs i love him and he’s one of my faves but he’s a real dumbass sometimes

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: isolde!!

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: i guess fjor x gry are kind of cute but fjor x laurits would be cuter

#hjertetssunnegalskap1 #answered

[xhrisstuff]

Herman Tømmeraas Gif

#hermantommeraas #fjorjutul #herman tømmeraas #hermantømmeraas #fjor x gry #fjor jutul #ragnaroknetflix #chrisschistad #christoffer schistad #skam chris #skam norway #skam #chris schistad #semester

[czdric]

#ragnarok #ragnarok netflix #ragnarok season 2 #ragnarokedit #emma bones #herman tommeraas #herman tømmeraas #netflixedit #htommeraasedit #fjor x gry #gif* #mine*

[fandomscompilation]

Hestitation

Fandom: Ragnarok (Netflix series)

Pairing: Fjor x Reader

Requested: YES, by anon

Warnings: flirting, reader might seem like an assh**e

About: Being new to Edda and playing hard to get when it comes to Fjor.

A/N: Hello! I hope non of you will be mad that in this one reader is kind of mean. You’ll learn later on why I created this fic like that. Hope you’ll still enjoy reading this. Requests are open!

 There’s always ups and downs in life. Everyone has good and bad moments. And there’s always the unexpected. For Y/N unexpected happened in the most complicated times. Highschool is full of surprises, but changing schools and coming to a new town was something entirely else. You never know what type of people you’ll meet.

Getting to know Magne, her new Friend, was a bit tiring. He had trouble expressing himself, so Y/N had to learn how to be patient. On the other side were Oskar and Gry, they were energetic and bubbly. That meant switching her attitude. It might seem exhausting, but it was a challenge she accepted and enjoyed. Although, nothing is ever easy.

Strolling through the school’s corridors she heard her name being shouted. Curiosity won and throwing a quick glance over her shoulder, she was met with Fjor jogging after her.

„How’s your day beautiful?” He smirked matching her steps.

„Got even worse since you decided to bother me. Again.” Y/N emphatised the last word making him chuckle.

„You’re a real ray of sunshine this morning.” He noted letting her enter their class first.

„It’s already noon.” She sighted getting in her seat, while he hovered next to her.

„Then what do you say we go somewhere together after school?” He asked smiling and Y/N ignored the hopeful look in his eyes.

„I’m busy” She said focusing on her books. Fjor nodded walking away to take his own seat.

She felt awful letting him down each time, but she knew boys like Fjor before. They’d go out few times and he’ll get bored and latch onto another girl. Enough of her friends fell for that type of games and Y/N promised herself she would be smarter than that.

When the final bell rang she put everything in her bag and decided to head straight home. A lot of teenagers were standing just in front of the doors, but she couldn’t see past them what was the reason. Huffing she fished her phone out and impatiently looked for the right contact.

„It’s raining.” She jumped not expecting anyone to talk her up. Y/N didn’t really recognize the boy, but he seemed to know her enough to speak up. „We have History together.”

„Oh.” She nodded feeling slightly akward. „Sorry, I’m not that good with faces.” He chuckled lightly and she didn’t know if this interaction was something she needed.

„Don’t worry. I forgive you, since you’re quiet new.” He looked around the crowd and Y/N used this moment to asses her situation. He didn’t look like trouble, but sometimes looks could be deciving. „They said this weather will keep up for awhile. Do you have a car or need a ride home?”

„Um.. I didn’t get a car yet.” The question wasn’t bad in itself, but she didn’t even know his name. She didn’t even notice him before, so letting him know where she lives or even being in his car alone didn’t seem right.

„But she already has someone to take her home.” A soft hand was placed on her lowerback and Y/N looked to her left to see Fjor. His eyes were set on the boy and she could tell he wasn’t being nice.

„I guess.” The boy nodded before sending a smile her way and blending with the crowd.

„Come on.” Fjor said pushing her through the crowd. People were stepping away to make a path to the door and she could finally see the heavy rain. He lead her all the way to the car and waited until she got in.

„Thank you.” Y/N mumbled when they left the parking. He threw her a glance, but didn’t say anything. „Who was that boy?”

„You don’t even know his name and you wanted to go home with him?” He huffed with frustration and she rolled her eyes.

„I didn’t.” She argued looking out the window. „I didn’t know how to walk away without causing a scene.”

„You had all the rights to cause a scene.” Fjor tightened his jaw. Only after few seconds Y/N realised she didn’t tell him her adress, but he was heading in the right direction.

„You know where I live.” She accused glaring at Fjor. He shook his head with a small smile.

„Edda isn’t that big of a town. And we Jutuls know a lot of things.” He shrugged making her sight in defeat. There was silence between them until he pulled up in front of her house.

„Thanks again.” Y/N murmured making him nod. She was about to leave, when the guilt crept in. He saved her, even when she was always rude. „I’m sorry.”

„Sorry? For what?” Fjor seemed confused and she bit her lip trying to form a coherent sentence.

„For my behaviour. I mean, you asked me out so many times and each time I was rude. I’m sorry for that.” Y/N smiled lightly and this time his hand stopped her from leaving.

„I’ll accept the apology, if you agree on one date.” Fjor smirked looking at her. Y/N hesitated fearing this moment for so long.

„Okay, pick me up on Sunday at 12am.” She said making him smile harder. Fjor placed a quick kiss on her cheek and trying to avoid blushing she finally got out of the car and ran through rain to her house.

Y/N watched as Fjor drove away and in that moment she realised the smile on her lips. Maybe having her heart broken by Fjor will be worth it. Or maybe this time there will be no unexpected happenings and she’ll have her happy ending.

#ragnarok netflix #fjor jutul #fjor x reader #fanfiction #requested #one shot

[pozimek]

Anon that asked about the categorizing which episodes, and the Isolde deserved better anon.

Maybe I'm crazy, but I feel like, if Isolde got the story she deserved, she would have either joined Magne et al. Or some how ended up with (relationshipwise) with Saxa, and then Saxa and Fjor would have joined forces with actually realizing humans aren't horrible (trying to remember plot when I haven't watched it in a hot minute), and idk where I'm going with this, but basically I'm saying their beliefs would have evolved and turned the tables 😤😤😤

i feel like isolde’s death was magne’s plot device which pushed him into becoming thor and to avenge her death which at some point made magne accept his destiny of fighting evil. but yeah if isolde was still alive she would definitely be on his side. i think both saxa and fjor know that humans aren’t horrible, well at least fjor bc he was with gry in s1, but maybe ragnarok’s writers will go with magne x saxa relationship so we will see more of her human emotions/feeling? who knows

btw i hope u liked the screen caps of chris bc the quality of some eps wasn’t the best, but i tried 😭

[starsandlittlebats]

What’s The Colour Of Fury?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24325285

Words: 1708

Summary:  When Magne turned up at the warehouse and told her and Fjor to run, she hadn't thought twice about dragging Fjor to his car and doing exactly that. But now what?

Notes/Warnings: Cursing, ALL the angst, post season one, Fjor x Gry

Gry was shaking. It had started in her hands and no matter how hard she gripped the steering wheel, she couldn’t conceal it. Although Gry wasn’t sure it mattered if she had successfully managed to hide it or not - by how limp Fjor was in the back seat of the car, Gry would be shocked if he even noticed.

Her mind was still whirling at a thousand miles an hour, trying to make sense of what had happened, but she kept coming back to Fjor’s burning orange eyes. Had she hit her head? Had she hallucinated? Fjor wouldn’t really try to kill her, right?

Gry shook her head violently and slammed down hard on the accelerator, gritting her teeth. There was only one place she needed to get to right now - once she was there, she could sort through this.

“Fjor, I’m taking you to a hospital, okay?”

There was a sudden movement behind her, a hiss of pain and then Fjor’s hand was on her arm. The glance she risked towards him revealed his eyes were pleading.

“No,” he groaned, “no hospital. Please - that’s the first place they’ll look.”

“What do you mean? Who’s going to be looking for you?”

“My - ah - my family.”

“What?”

But Fjor had already collapsed back into the seat, eyes glazed over as if even holding himself upright for a few seconds was excruciating.

“Just - there’s a cabin up the mountain - ten minutes drive from here - no one knows about it. We’ll be safe there. Please. ”

Gry swallowed and yanked the steering wheel hard to the left, the sharp u-turn slamming her against the door. What the hell was she doing - Fjor clearly needed the hospital. But the look in his eyes was so desperate and his panic so infectious that Gry herself felt the anxiety setting in. When she’d dragged Fjor over to the car after Vidar had shown up at the warehouse, she didn’t exactly have a game plan - but this seemed as good as any.

She was so lost in thought that she almost missed the person wandering up the path ahead and Gry’s eyes widened as she recognised Laurits’ signature smirk. There was no time to question why he was now blond or rocking a dress as Gry slammed on the breaks, realising too late that she’d forgotten to strap Fjor in. She winced at his bark of pain, but was out of the car and beside Laurits before the car had even finished moving.

“Gry? What-”

“Laurits! Oh my god, you need to get to the warehouse on Adelers Drive - Magne’s there, I think he’s going to get hurt -”

At the mention of his brother, Laurits’ eyes sharpened. He gripped her arm.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down. What’s going on with Magne?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! He’s there with Vidar - I don’t think Vidar knows what he’s doing - they’re killing each other Laurits!” Gry knew she was babbling, but she couldn’t help herself, “I got Fjor out but he’s in a really bad way. I just - I don’t know what to do!”

Laurits’ eyes flickered over to Fjor who was still limp in the back seat and the last of the smirk drained from his face.

“Shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, “shit. Okay, I-”

BOOM!

With a sound like the very air itself was being cleaved in two, a silver fork of lighting speared out of the thunderclouds that had been amassing overhead. Gry traced its path with her eyes, watching as it slammed down in the lower end of town. Near - oh god - near the warehouse.

And Laurits bolted; running as fast as he could in that dress and those shoes as if his life depended on it. Gry stared after him, taking one shaky breath and then another before climbing back into the car. Something was going on in this town and she didn’t stick around to find out what.

“Okay Fjor, where’s your cabin?”

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It had taken Gry half an hour to reach the cabin. The road to it was filled with potholes and cracks, and even though Gry had driven it at a snail’s pace, it hadn’t stopped Fjor wincing in pain at every bump. At least he’d become more lucid on the drive up and if she was really honest with herself, Gry had never been more relieved in her life.

And at least she had been so focused on the tense drive there that she hadn't been able to linger on the events of the day. But now they were sitting in the living room, Fjor propped up on the sofa and Gry rigidly perched on the edge of the coffee table, it was all she could do to stop a full on anxiety attack. She gave a shuddering breath and placed her head in her hands. Fjor shifted forward until he could grab her fingers.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

“No, it’s not Fjor! I don’t know how you’re so calm; you - you almost died!”

He gave a grim smile, “But I’m fine aren’t I? Look, my shoulder isn’t even bleeding.”

Gry abruptly stood, wringing her hands as she paced the room. “And that’s exactly the thing! It should be bleeding! You got hit by a fucking hammer Fjor! And thrown by Magne of all people. But you’re fine - you’ve practically healed in half an hour.” Gry could tell she was spiraling but didn’t care. “What was that in the warehouse? Please - just tell me what’s going on.”

Fjor swallowed. Hard. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth Fjor. Please.” Gry glanced away as her voice broke on the last word before forcing a laugh, “It can’t be crazier than the day I’ve had.”

And this time it was Fjor who glanced away. There was a long period of quiet that dragged on for so long that Gry was half-convinced he hadn’t heard her before Fjor replied in a near-silent whisper:

“My family was going to kill you.”

“What?” Gry blinked, wondering if she’d heard correctly. Fjor just rubbed his face, still avoiding eye contact.

“I  - they said it was either I could do it or Saxa would.” His eyes darkened. “And believe me, Saxa wouldn’t be quick about it.” Gry paused in her pacing - this had to be a messed up joke right? She let out a laugh but Fjor stayed silent, finally, finally meeting her eyes with a solid stare.

Slamming her hand over her mouth, Gry flinched backwards in horror, wincing as she slammed against the wall.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you were going to kill me?” Panic tore down her spine as she spoke those dreaded words aloud. Get out, get out, get out. Gry was shaking her head violently now, feeling behind her for a door handle. Fjor sharply stood, still clutching his shoulder -

“Gry, wait!”

“No, no, get away from me!” Damnit where was the door?!  

Taking another step forward, Fjor reached out a hand. “Please, let me explain. Please Gry. I’m not going to hurt you - I’d never do that. Please. ”

And, damning her stupid, useless heart to hell, Gry paused at the pure desperation in his voice.

“Why would your family want to hurt me?” She whispered. The bolt of blinding panic had subsided somewhat, leaving exhaustion in its wake. Fjor just shook his head, collapsing back down.

“Because love makes me weak. Makes me human.”

“You - love me?” Shut up Gry, that’s not what you need to be focusing on right now. “Wait. It makes you… human? What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I’m a-” He hesitated for a second, before continuing in a rush, “A giant.”

“A Giant.” “You know, those evil Jötunn in the Norse myths - although I guess you can’t really call them myths.”

And despite herself, Gry relaxed, crossing the room to sit next to him. That… actually explained a lot.

“Fjor, did you hit your head when Magne punched you? Are you feeling okay? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“What? No, I know how insane it sounds - just, watch my eyes.”

Gry obliged, watching as Fjor winced and then blinked. The eyes that opened were a harsh, fiery orange and even the breath in her lungs stilled as Gry froze, some primal level of her recognizing that the stare was pure, cold predator.

“Shit,” she gasped, flinching back on instinct as Fjor blinked again and the colour vanished, leaving Gry mute.

“Please say something,” Fjor said after the silence had stretched on so long it had become uncomfortable.

“What do you want me to say Fjor? I just - I don’t know - this is too much. You - you were going to kill me. How do I know you won’t try to do it again?”

“Gry, I swear on my life, I’ll never do that again.”

And despite her best efforts, some part of Gry believed him. Fjor reached out as if to touch her arm, but his fingers hesitated just over the skin and he pulled back, head hanging low.  

“And what if Saxa comes back? Would you attack her?” Gry’s voice was laced with sarcasm, bur Fjor answerd seriously anyway, eyes shadowing further.

“Yes.”

And Gry had nothing to say to that - this time she was the one avoiding eye contact. Her phone buzzed and Gry grabbed it, grateful for the distraction. A string of texts from none other than Laurits glared back up at her.

magnes gonna be okay

and vidar as well i think

wtf happened in the warehouse????

are u ok

is fjor ok

gry pls respond this is so fucked up

gry?????

“Vidar’s okay,” she muttered. Fjor’s face just tightened slightly as she set the phone back down. No, she could deal with Laurits later. “What are we gonna do Fjor?”

“I don’t know.” His voice was so hopeless it almost made Gry’s heart ache. Almost.

She bit the inside of her cheek and stared at him.”We’ll… we’ll figure this out together Fjor. It’ll take a while but… we’ll figure it out.”

Fjor opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, before closing it and choosing to gingerly grasp her hand instead.

And Gry let him.

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