#because developed countries have slightly less of a tolerance for misogyny. slightly.
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Swept Away By Your Cyclone
(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!
This is my fic to partecipate to @saldelys‘s challenge ( One year SalDeLys BlogMadness Celebration), for which I know I am late but this period has been nothing but short of things to do, which meant I either had to study or had to be somewhere.
Still I am sorry this took me quite some time to prepare, but I do hope you’ll enjoy it!
I also wanted to make a special shoutout to this fic by @youbloodymadgenius, because it has been my main inspiration to write a certain part of this fic (don’t ever forget to credit artists when you get inspired by them!).
My prompt was:
‘We burned the summer down there's dust when we're around...’
Hope you’ll like it!
As always I’ll tag my beloved @apocalypsebarbiee!
SUMMARY: Meeting you at the place he dreaded the most wasn't certainly a simple coincidence.
It is what he needed and what his Fate bound him to follow inevitably.
No matter how much he pushes his Destiny away.
WORDS: 4, 9 K
WARNINGS: Mention of Misogyny, Mention of slight homophobia, OOC! Hvitserk, Idiotic Talk About Soccer, Mention of Terminal Ilness and Cancer, Do thread carefully if anything related with health triggers you
Hvitserk honestly hadn’t wanted to come to that lunch out with the guys he played soccer with, but in the end, he had just said to himself ‘why the fuck not’.
Most of his brothers were outside of the country and he had a huge house where he had already done his whole list of finite legal activities.
And the illegal ones would have given Ivar a stroke, which he was supposed not to do since his brother was onto a new physical therapy, in a clinic abroad, which brought him to be completely exhausted whenever he facetimed Hvitserk.
He always pretended to act annoyed by their talks, but Hvitserk could see the way he desperately needed a familiar face to talk to, although he had been slowly discovering that apparently his little brother was developing a crush on one of the nurses, there.
Nobody ever expected him to notice something.
He had always been ‘the forgotten one’ in the family, the one that was unproblematic at best and slightly annoying at worst, his brothers searched for him and his approval constantly in a way that made Hvitserk proud, but also wonder…
… would they have still sought him if he had sided with the wrong one?
So, he just had decided to say fuck it all.
And ended up at what looked like the most disorganized lunch party he had ever been at.
And the last time he had ever been invited to a lunch, his father had told them that he’d be moving with his newest wife.
Number three or number four?
He couldn’t remember.
And Ubbe had kept on filling his cup with wine which had ended on his stepmother’s white dress.
At least Ivar had laughed then.
Right now, he was feeling the existential dread somebody felt just at the most awkward of social events.
He honestly liked the soccer team.
He had loved soccer since he was a child and when he had been invited in the team, after the members had seen him play with Sigurd and Ubbe in a small park, he had been beyond happy to take on that hobby.
Soccer was where he wasn’t somebody’s brother or somebody’s son.
He was Hvitserk, number five on his shirt.
He loved the sport, but to say that he was a true friend to any of the guys in the team would have been a straight up lie.
As any relationship among male friends who had seen each other naked, it was a mutual request of silence and support, that worked on the field, but not outside of it, although Hvitserk had gone out with them a few times to drink to their victories.
Lately, he just hadn’t felt like tolerating any of their BS, but the lunch party was a big thing.
Everyone had to bring something, and you weren’t allowed to leave till you were drunk enough to ask for a uber with a banana, instead of your phone.
The kind of party he wanted to be at when everything else in the world sucked.
He hadn’t honestly come there to enjoy anything.
He had come there to feel less alone.
He hadn’t thought of finding something more.
He hadn’t thought of finding you.
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