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[aph Norway RP blog]

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I'm Norge, or Noreg - also known as the Kingdom of Norway.
You can call me Erik if you wish.

I don't really understand how this thing works, but someone said it's good to keep up with modern times - so here I am.

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15 Mins of Magic by OleHenrikSkjelstad

Meet the family

bloodiestofhands:

monacomonoikos:

She followed him to the couch, a little happy to have arrived first if just for the chance to have him to herself and hopefully gather up a game plan. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

Hearing that Erik too had no idea what to expect was not exactly confidence inspiring. If it were not for the fact that they settled down to sit, she would have been sorely tempted to pace. Perhaps he had forgotten? “Neither to I do to be honest. Meeting parents is not exactly common but well, there’s not built up expectations at least.”

Trepidation or not, it was show time.

As Erik went to the door, Cécile herself decided it was for the best to get off the couch if just for the moment. A good first impression meant not being called out at overly lazy at first nor did it mean sticking like a tick to Erik’s side. A welcoming smile and a hand out to shake was the way to g-

Of course the man just to have the same lofty height as his sons.

Inwardly shaking the regrets of not wearing even higher shoes off, it was to the greeting she went after a brief glance back at Erik who was on his way to the kitchen.

" A pleasure to meet you at long last sir." There, that sounded nice and polite. Hmm, putting on the tourist charming act might actually be a good idea…

He heard footsteps approaching through the door and, with another deep breath, he prepared himself further. The face of his youngest greeting him settled his nerves, if only slightly, and he stepped inside the house with a single nod of his head. “Thank you. My apologies for arriving so late. …I am sure you remember that I am usually a much more punctual man.”

He cleared his throat as heat rushed to his cheeks, hoping his son didn’t realize he’d been even later than he would’ve been originally because of his nerves getting the better of him outside the door.

The viking man fidgeted for a moment, looking around the room before he met gazes with his son once more. “Ah yes, I shall. Thank you, again.”

Making his way into the next room, he was welcomed with the sight of his son’s significant other. Arnbiørn could not believe his eyes as he stared down - further down than he’s had to look to see a woman’s face in a long while. She was so small, but lovely all the same. Needless to say he was relieved.

Upon hearing her greeting (a pleasantly formal one, at that), he snapped back to his senses and smiled a truly genuine smile for her, nodding his head. “The pleasure is mine.”

"Yeah," Erik nodded "I figured you got lost," he laughed softly, hoping to mask his own nervousness with a joke. A little part of him had hoped his father wouldn’t show up - but he was here now so it was just about making the best of the situation.

Erik was puzzled. Was his father fidgeting? No. Nonsense Erik told himself. No way would Scandia be nervous. What a stupid idea.
However; he was pleased to hear his father was at least being really polite so far.

From the kitchen Erik tried to listen in to their conversation as he found coffee and some cake.
As long as no one started screaming he considered it a somewhat success.

After a few minutes he appeared back in the living room with a tray of cups, plates, coffee and cake - setting everything neatly down on the table. At least his hands had stopped shaking now.
"So…" fuck, now he just felt awkward all over again. He needed a conversation starter. Anything.
"Am I forgiven for not telling you sooner now?" he glanced over at Arnbiørn as he took a seat next to Cécile.

 submitted:
Perhaps it may have arrived a little late as to be expected on a holiday and Sunday on top of that but a carefully wrapped and selected bouquet and a card arrive at Erik’s doorstep completely with a homey basket that may have struck Cécile as kitschy enough to remind her of him.

The envelope however is little odd in that there is quite the lump in it that turns out to be a copy of a key wrapped in a red, white and blue ribbon complete with charm.

{{Erik,

I have to say that this has been a rather nice year. Who would have thought an Ice Giant from the north would prove to be such a sweet, charming and very caring beau? Luckily I do not need any liquid courage to wish you a happy anniversary.

-Cécile

P.S. You’ve earned some trust with my hair so it only follows I trust you with my home as well. No excuse not to drop by if you happen to be travelling to the area (:

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Erik smiled at the flowers when they arrived at his doorstep, already plotting out where the little basket could go. 
The card was making him wonder. It was heavy and bulky; and he regarded it with curiosity.
Nothing prepared him for finding the key - it stopped him dead in his tracks; mouth open as he gaped.
he fumbled with the card.
Reading it once.
Twice and three times over.

He had to remind himself to breathe - choking a little on his own spit before he managed to tear his eyes away from the card and key in his hands. 
To say it had taken him by surprise would be an understatement. 
Erik grinned happily as he shoved the key in his pockets, placing the card on his kitchen table and humming a happy tune.

"In the area," he mumbled to himself with a smile. Unlikely, but Erik figured he could easily pretend he had some business down south in the very near future.

[SQUISHES HIS CHEEKS/]
wakaihana

Hva faen?
What the fuck are you doing?

fjordstrom:

Happy Easter! God Påske! Zalig Pasen!

//stares at carton of eggs

Is it within reason to justify egging my brother’s houses for easter?
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Or should I dress as a russ and do it next week instead?

lagelanden:

 

 I get it, I do… everyone has such wishes at one point. Start a family, build something up. Grow old and die with the idea you have accomplished something in life. Humans are in a way wiser than we are. They know their time is limited and have to make choices what to do with their time. We don’t have to. In a way, that makes us weaker.

*You’re welcome to try.*

Of course not. *He studies the flower beds, seeing if he could get any cuttings from the overgrown flowers, with the idea to bring them home.*

[/he nods slowly] A blessing and a curse is it not? Heh, still… Can’t complaint. Life isn’t so bad right now. [/he sighs happily]
What about you? If you didn’t have unlimited time… what would you do instead of this [/Erik gestured to the garden around him]

[/watch your back bunny boy. you never know]

I’ll probably have to re-plant some things too… the heather is looking a bit miserable. [/Erik studied his plants carefully and grumbled. As far as garden plants went - the weather had not been good to them]

let’s do a weird headcanon thing.

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1. What they smell like: 
Salt water, pine and coffee
2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):  
Not a lot - he’s often awake at odd hours of the night, however he stays very still when he’s fallen asleep. Position wise it changes. If he’s alone it’s usually on his stomach - but if he’s sharing the bed he’ll be on his side (most likely also trying to then snuggle up as close as possible to the person he’s sharing a bed with)
3. What music they enjoy:
Anything from symphonic death metal to classical pieces. Erik has a wide arrange of music for various things. He may listen to heavy metal while cleaning, pop music while cooking and classical while gardening. There’s usually always one radio playing somewhere in his house - be it his bedroom, living room, kitchen, office or garage/work room. There’s always some sound; albeit sometimes very quiet.
4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning: 
Anything from 15 minutes to an hour.
5. Their favorite thing to collect: 
 Books and little knick-knacks from the past. Jewelry is something easy to collect that also holds a lot of memories.
6. Left or right-handed: 
Left - but due to history he taught himself to use his right hand so he’s now actually ambidextrous. 
7. Religion (if any):
Not really - but has a strong affinity to norse religion
8. Favorite sport:
Anything on snow + football 
9. Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: 
Taking plenty of photos and trying out the local coffee food
10. Favorite kind of weather:
Snow on the ground and a cloud free sky
Or
Overcast but mild - preferably with some wind
11. A weird/obscure fear they have: 
Spiders and small enclosed spaces (not a fan of elevators).

tigerstaden:

A true inspiration to us all.

Damn right,
Watch and learn Kid… watch and learn

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