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--- 𝚆 𝙴 𝙻 𝙲 𝙾 𝙼 𝙴 𝙷 𝙾 𝙼 𝙴
oo9. N I N E. 🔨💭🏛

"HOW have you been since Isolde's death?" The man with a salt and pepper beard asked the raven haired girl who sat crossed legged on the couch starring out the window mindlessly. "Have you visited her memorial? Gotten some closure?"

"No." Viola shook her head.

The man nodded, "It's probably best after what happened on Friday." Sindre murmured to himself although Viola heard the man. "And your friends? Have they been a help since . . ."

"She was mine and Magne's only friend since moving here."

"I see. But, I've seen you around students like Gry, Fjor and Saxa Jutul." He noted glancing up at the girl whose gaze fell from the window and to the floor.

"How long do I have to keep seeing you? This isn't helping, and it hasn't helped me since I was five so . . ."

"I understand you're frustrated--"

"Frustrated? With what? Losing someone in this town that actually had her head screwed on right and everyone pretending like it never happened or how the police seem to be done with the case but change the story every time it's brought up? Or maybe you mean frustrated on my English essay 'cause I got a three on it when it deserved a five." Viola ranted, "Or how about the fact someone broke into our house and the police only visited the day of the break in." She remarked looking back out the window with narrowed eyes.

Sindre scribbled on his note pad, "Ah, okay . . ." He nodded at her sudden outburst, "And how does that make you feel?"

Viola looked down from the window then over to the therapist, she tilted her head slightly. "Angry." She uttered, "I feel angry."

Sindre nodded and hummed, "I understand."

THE raven haired girl sat in the coffee shop, Edgar's, in down town Edda silently. Her doe eyes trailed from the book then down to the sketch book placed in front of her. A giant and a woman with long dark hair was sketched out on the sheet.

Giants had been a common term for various supernatural creatures specifically from Norse mythology. They were categorized with a rash and destructive nature in the eyes of some historians. A much different representation compared to the Gods.

Viola gnawed on her lip as she shaded in certain parts of the Goddesses skeletal face.

Since the break in, Magne had been convinced it was Vidar Jutul who had broken into their home. Though Viola didn't quite understand why he would bother and what exactly he was looking for. It didn't add up to her, then again he hadn't been present at the funeral, supposedly. She wasn't sure what to think of the situation.

A figure hovered above her she looked up quickly and shut her books.

"Hi." Viola breathed out making room for the freckled faced man who smiled softly at the girl. "Sorry, I wasn't watching the time or I'd have ordered something for you sooner and . . . another one for me." She trailed off looking down at her empty mug.

Heimdalr shook his head taking a seat in front of her, "It's alright, think you had enough." He joked nodding to her shakiness.

"Oh, I only had three." She shook her head.

"Within the last hour?" He teased as Viola shrunk in her seat. The man smiled once again, though it fell as he rummaged through his jacket pocket and slid a letter across the table near her book. "This was the written report on the break in."

Viola glanced around the two before grabbing it and opening it. She read it to herself silently, "They said it was the trailer junkie." She noted, "That's it? They aren't going to further investigate?"

Heimdalr shook his head, "No. And I need it back so I can put it back in its file before they know it's gone." Viola nodded and handed him the sheet back. "I'm sorry, Viola."

"Anything on Isolde's case? They changed the story to it being the weather." She scoffed, the curly haired man shook his head. "Can you get me the file?" He parted his lips ready to decline, "Come on, you promised you'd help me." Heimdalr sighed, "Look, I know it's a lot to ask and you could lose your job over this but you knew something was up when my father--" She paused as he frowned recalling the man who helped me when he was only but a child. "But if Magne is right and it is the Jutuls . . ."

"Why don't you talk to their son?" He suggested as she scrunched up her nose at the motion. "He's one of your friends no?"

"Debatable." Heimdalr gave the girl a look, "Fine, yes. But I can't just be like, 'oh, did you get our math notes, by the way did your father purposely cover up Isolde's death and did he break into my house?' He'd never talk to me again." Viola's head tilted, "Then again . . ." She thought of the idea of him never speaking to her over in her head.

"I can't give the file they'll know it's gone. Especially since Magne keeps asking about it, I told him to stop talking to anyone who deals with either Ran or Vidar. You can't trust anyone."

"But we are to trust you?" Viola questioned.

Heimdalr sighed, "I'll tell you how I knew your father just -- not now." Viola nodded slowly, "I'm sorry for asking you to trust me with no explanation but your father helped me in a time of my life where I had no one and I don't want you to feel the same nor your brother. Things have been happening in this town for far too long and you're starting to notice it all. I just wish others weren't so blind when it came to things as this." He said genuinely, Viola frowned and reached over placing her hand over his larger one, a friendly gesture.

"Thank you for helping us. Really. With everything that's been happening . . . You're right, we can't trust just anybody. I'll try to talk to Fjor." She said though not agreeing with the idea of using him for information and her own personal gain but she needed answers and sitting in her bedroom listening to The Fray or Ruelle on repeat wasn't exactly helping her mental state.

"Anytime." He said softly, his doe eyes starring into her own.

Unbeknownst to the two, just below them stood a brunette boy in a tracksuit starring at the two with hurt and angered eyes. His jaw tightened as he exited the shop.

VIOLA stood in the girl's bathroom trying to talk herself out of her plan. It wasn't the most ideal of ideas, it seemed something her twin would scheme over, she cringed at the idea of inhabiting her brother's mischievous behaviour. It wasn't like her to do such a thing.

"Come on, Vi. Just ask him, 'hey, let's go get coffee.' Something, anything, don't be a pussy. Come on." She mumbled to herself her palms were placed on the edge of the counter as she rambled to herself. "It's not like he hasn't used people before, right? I can't answer that 'cause I don't know." She muttered shaking her head, "Everyone uses people, but you're doing this for Isolde. For your family. You can do this, it's simple." She nodded to herself.

She turned on her heel and paused seeing a freshman starring at her in shock and confusiom, her lips parted as she looked around her than to the boy. Her face flushed as the urinals came into vision behind him. "Um, the girls was full. Sorry." She said awkwardly, the boy looked at her mortified as she offered a awkward smile, "Some are growers not show--ers." She said before leaving the restroom in a hurry.

"What the-" She breathed out as she collided with another body. She looked up meeting a pair of warm hazel eyes. "I'm sorry, um, I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry." She giggled nervously, her hands suddenly getting sweaty. This was it.

Fjor glanced next to her where she had come out of, "The mens room?"

Viola's lips parted as she looked next to her and stammered, "No, well yes. But you see, I thought it was -- can we just forget this?"

Fjor nodded in amusement at her flushed exterior, though his amusement fell as he recalled seeing her the day prior with an older man. He began to side step her only for her to step in front of him, he rose a brow at her.

"Um, sorry. I just . . . I wanted to know if you'd -- if you'd like to hang out? Grab some coffee?" Viola questioned cringing at her behaviour, she sounded like a teenage school girl. But you are. "You don't have to, you probably have plans and I just didn't want to be alone--"

"Yes." He answered almost immediately, she nodded though slightly surprised by his eagerness.

"Great." Viola nodded slowly, "Um, how about after school?"

"Sounds perfect." He said with a grin.

Viola nodded, "Great, I'll um, see you then . . ."

Fjor nodded, "You will."

Viola adjusted her grip on her bag and gave him a tight lipped smile stepping to her right as he did as well. She smiled before stepping to her left as did Fjor. She shook her head in slight amusement as he smiled stepping aside allowing her to pass him.

"Thanks." She murmured before walking away from the brunette, leaving what little dignity she had left behind as it was replaced with guilt.

She was screwed.

FJOR was leaned against his families 4x4, Viola took notice of the car and she recalled Magne informing her of the man who lived next door stating he had seen Vidar Jutul's expensive/4x4 parked outside her home during Isolde's funeral - aka when their home had been broken into. She let out a nervous sigh and approached him hesitantly.

Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea.

"I'm ready." She nodded to the passenger door as Fjor remained leaning against the door. "Fjor?"

"I was thinking about something. We're friends, right?" Fjor asked as Viola's mouth went dry at his sudden question.

"Uh, yeah I guess, why?" This is it, she thought. He knows.

Fjor shrugged, "I don't know. I just - the day we went to the mountains." He began carefully as Viola's gaze fell, "Despite what happened, I never really spoke to anyone like that before." He admitted shoving his hands into his pockets.

"You mean you didn't tell Oscar your hearts deepest desires?" She weakly joked.

Fjor chuckled, his eyes crinkled as his dimples were now prominent. It was cute, she thought to herself. "Surprisingly no." Viola nodded in understanding, "I liked it. Talking to you like that, I--I don't know it felt--"

"Real?" Viola answered almost immediately.

"Real." He repeated softly, "I just -- The night of the dance I didn't mean to over step my boundaries with you when I . . ." Flashes of Ran Jutul appeared before Viola's eyes alongside the beating he had received from his father. "I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Fjor."

Fjor shook his head not letting it go despite Viola's pleading tone. "It wasn't. I would like to start over if that's okay with you." Viola thought for a moment to herself before nodding, "My name is Fjor. I'm in 3A." He introduced with a classic and charming smile. "And . . . I really think you're -- special. And I've never met someone so kind, and wonderful like yourself in what feels like centuries." His eyes holding nothing but genuine emotion.

If Viola didn't feel guilty before she sure as hell did now.

Viola looked away from him intimidating eyes, she cleared her throat and composed herself, "S--sounds good." She nodded as he grinned widely.

"Great." He said with a smile his cheeks tinting pink. "Looks like the cliche teenage boy can be nice." He joked reiterating her words from the night she stayed with Saxa and Gry. Viola's lips parted, "Come on, Violet." He said opening the door for the raven haired girl.

Viola silently entered, he heard everything. "Fuck."

She looked over as the driver's seat opened and Fjor sat inside oblivious to the girl's change in behaviour, though he noticed the tense atmosphere in the car but before he could question the raven haired girl the door behind Viola opened revealing both Saxa and Laurits.

"What's up losers?" Laurits asked moving further into the car, "Where we going?" Viola looked to her brother who wore a grin, mischief danced in the boy's eyes.

"Saxa, what the hell?" Fjor asked his sister who simply smiled.

She smiled, "I missed Viola." She said simply placing her hand on the girl's shoulder with a sultry look. Fjor glared at the blonde Jutul.

"Me too, sister." Laurits said as Viola gave a tight lipped smile, mentally yelling at her brother. "Nice wheels." Laurits smiled to Fjor who pursed his lips in annoyance before reviving up the engine of the car. He sent an apologetic look to Viola who sighed leaning back in her seat.

So much for her 'lavish' plan.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ! ┊
↷. ❪ 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ❫ 🍢🧺🧸🗒

i'm trying to finish season one before season
two so i can finish up my MCU fics hopefully
anyways i'm glad ya'll are enjoying the fic so far 🖤

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