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o13. T H I R T E E N. 🔨💭🏛

"IT'S beautiful." Fjor said walking up behind Viola who sipped on a glass of alcohol Saxa had given her. She looked at him with a an irritable look, "The necklace." He said eyeing the pendant, "It suits you well."

Viola looked away and chugged her drink, "Thanks." She uttered as he looked at her waiting to see her reaction to the alcohol though she hadn't a reaction, it appeared she had drank water instead, he glanced around the living room before looking back at her. "What?"

"I am sorry about the diner and earlier, I didn't mean to sound like a complete asshole but every time I talk to you that's how I come across and I'm sorry." He apologized Viola looked at him, he appeared to be genuine.

Viola remained silent before she finally said, "I saw you." His brows furrowed, "The night of the dance. I saw your father -- beat you."

Fjor looked licked his lips and shook his head. "It was nothing, honestly."

"Fjor, you had blood all over you. You clearly had a broken nose. You could be dead if he had gone any further." She whisper yelled at him, not understanding why he was so calm about the entire situation. He glanced over to his father who spoke with his mother.

"But I'm not, I'm here, don't worry about it." He shrugged it off.

"I'm not worried." She argued.

Fjor smirked at this, "Kinda seems like you are." He teased.

Viola stifled an eye roll, "I'm not worried."

Fjor hummed, "Not even a little bit?" He asked raising his hand to her hovering his pointer finger above his thumb slightly, Viola shook her head falsely. "You're lying."

"I'm not lying." She argued meeting his eyes again, he rose a brow at her.

"I know you're lying."

"How?" She asked in slight amusement.

"You have a tell." He said simply sipping on his drink, she looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" She asked slightly alarmed at the accusation, did she really?

"Mm hmm." Fjor hummed placing his glass down and leaning against the small bar, "Your brow," He said placing his thumb gently hovering above her eyebrow's arch, "It twitches when ever you lie about something." Viola's brows furrowed looking into his hazel eyes.

"It doesn't." She lied, her brow twitched ever so slightly.

Fjor's lips twitched, "Like that." He teased.

The two starred at one another in silence.

Viola licked her lips and cleared her throat turning away from the boy and tapping her nails against her glass lightly.

"You have a tell to." She said as he chuckled lowly looking at her to continue, "You seem to know a lot about me for someone who claims to not care about anything."

"That's not exactly a tell." He said in amusement. "It's an observation." He corrected her.

Viola rolled her eyes looking ahead of the two and said, "When you're worried you fidget, you twirl your ring." She pointed to his middle finger he glanced down at his finger and then to her, "And your eyes say a lot even if you don't say it yourself." She explained.

"Seems like you know a lot about me."

Viola shook her head, "It's just an observation." She corrected as he smiled.

She looked at Fjor and gnawed on her lip cursing herself before she said, "Does your father do a lot of work with Edda's police station?" She randomly asked as Fjor turned his attention back to her in confusion. "I'm only asking 'cause I saw him there when I went to the police station after my brother's accident." She said, not entirely lying but not entirely truthful.

Fjor shrugged, "Uh, I guess. Why the sudden question?"

"I just . . . was curious I guess." She said simply, "He is in charge of everything in town, I was just wondering if he's involved in cases as well since your family owns the town basically." She giggled awkwardly.

Fjor looked to Viola and then to their father who starred at them two, "You shouldn't ask those types of questions, especially here."

"Why?" Viola pressed, her amusement faltering as Fjor shifted on his feet, "Do you know something?"

"No, drop it, Viola." He said sending a glare her way as his father began approaching them two. "I need another drink." He muttered walking away from her as his father took his place.

"Viola Seier." Vidar noted, she rose a brow at him, "You look like your father, but have the beauty of your mother." He said as she shifted slightly.

"Yeah, it's called genetics." She said coming across more harsh then she had intended to, though Vidar only chuckled.

He followed his laugher by a hum, his eyes fell on the amulet around her neck. "It's nice." He pointed to her neck as Viola subconsciously toyed with it. "Family heirloom?"

Viola looked down at the pendant than to him, "Uh, no. A friend gave it to me." She said simply as he nodded.

Vidar looked to his son then to her, "Was it my son?" He asked as Viola gave him an odd look, "I just thought you two were becoming so close perhaps he had given it to you. It is nice you two, getting along."

Viola looked over to Fjor, "Doesn't he already have friends?" She asked closing her arms over her chest.

"Yes, but you seem the type to keep someone in check." He explained, "And I think Fjor is . . . quite fond of your presence." Viola gnawed on her lip as he looked from her to the necklace once more, "Was it Gry that gave it to you?"

Viola backed up slightly from the man with his continuous questions, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." She excused herself and walked away, as Fjor approached his father with narrowed eyes.

"What did you say to her?" He questioned noting her uncomfortable stance.

"Where did she get that necklace?" Vidar questioned his son who shrugged.

"I--I don't know." He said as his father looked at him with hard eyes.

"Do not lie to me." He said standing now inches away from his son.

"I said. I. Don't. Know." Fjor repeated more sternly this time around, standing his ground.

"I told you to keep an eye on her and now I'm being told she's been seen with the scum at the station. You know if she sides--"

"She doesn't know anything." Fjor argued.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked Fjor nodded falsely. Vidar glanced above them as the raven haired girl walked down the stairs, "If she does and she's with them, I promise you son, I will not hesitate to rip her pretty little head off from her body and make you watch it all over, again." He hissed in his son's face.

Fjor's jaw tightened visibly, his nostrils flared in anger.

Viola approached the two as Vidar offered a false smile and walked over to Magne and Saxa.

"Are you okay?" Viola asked Fjor who kept his eyes locked on his father, he broke his gaze and nodded to Viola. "Why did he ask if you gave me this?" She questioned as Fjor brought his attention to her necklace as she held the amulet in between her fingers.

"You can't just keep on drinking that shit." Vidar said to Magne and Saxa, Viola turned her attention to the three as did Fjor. "I say we should have something proper!" He said grabbing a horn and turning a knob that was embedded into the stone wall, ale fell into the horn.

Viola took advances only for Fjor to grasp her forearm halting her he shook his head at her.

"We won't tell your mother." Vidar assured him.

"What is this?" Magne asked the man taking the horn from his grasp.

Viola's brows furrowed at the horn, the patterns that decorated the sides sending worry signs through her body.

"This here, Magne, is a drink from ancient times." Vidar explained pouring himself some. "The vikings drank this. Giants, gods. Heroes drank this. And let's be honest, not everyone can handle it. It's a drink from before the world was decimated."

Viola's brows furrowed, she had read about the Alehorn at some point. It had a negative affect, she thought to herself, but for who?

"This . . . this is mead." Vidar finished, "Cheers."

"Thor." Viola whispered, Fjor's eyes widened at her, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into him, he sent a warning glare into her worried eyes. "What are you--"

She looked to her brother who wiped his chin as he had finished downing the ale.

"Holy shit." Magne chuckled, "It's the best thing I've ever tasted." Vidar looked at him with an unreadable expression, "Do you have more?"

Viola looked to Fjor who shook his head and lead her away from the group.

"Heroes never drank that." She said to Fjor who looked behind her, "I remember reading that the Giants gave it to Thor to--"

"It's a story. Books they change all the time." Fjor said as she shook her head at him, "Viola, don't. I'm begging you, just forget it."

"How am I supposed to forget that your father just gave mead to my seventeen year old brother!" She snapped, "Are you insane?"

"No more than half the school being high half the time."

"What?" Viola looked at him incredulously with his rebuttal.

"Just drop it." He urged as they looked across the room seeing Magne now dancing with Saxa and Laurits, only his dancing didn't look -- modern in the slightest.

"What the hell--" She uttered stepping back starring at her brother, Fjor held her by her forearms starring at Magne grab an ax and whip it against the slab of wood that hung against the Jutul's wall. The slab broke in half.

Viola swallowed down harshly as everyone looked at the boy now.

"You're a strong lad, a bit too much mead?" Ran asked assisting the stumbling boy up.

"Yeah."

"You split the target. No one has ever done that." Ran said in shock though her face remained calm as Magne drunkingly swayed back and forth.

Viola looked to her brother in worry.

"I've learned things about myself." Magne informed the woman as everyone looked between the two.

Viola yanked her arms away from Fjor and walked to her brother, "Mag, you're drunk, let's go. We should--"

"I'm super strong." Magne whispered with a chuckle as Ran nodded playing along with the drunk boy.

"How strong are you?" Ran questioned feeling his bicep.

"How about a game?" Ran suggested, "Arm wrestle."

Viola shook her head as Magne nodded, "You're on."

VIOLA stood by Laurits and Fjor as Magne and Ran sat at the dinning table preparing to arm wrestle one another. Perhaps it was seen as a harmless party game, but to Viola she felt unnerved by the entire night. Something was most definitely off, whether it be because of what she had seen the night of the dance, questions about her necklace -- that she didn't understand in the slightest, or about how her brother broke a slab of wood in half with an ax.

She felt sick.

"I don't give a shit that you're my headmaster, not now." Magne slurred to the blonde as they grasp hands.

Viola chewed on her lip as the two's hands shook fighting for dominance. She could visibly see sweat coating the two's forehead as Ran slowly brought his hands down only for him to fight against her and fight against his grip.

Viola starred at the two in utter confusion, the table beneath them shook as a crack had begun to form just below their elbows.

Viola's lips parted, as the Jutuls watched warily.

"Who are you?" Viola over heard Ran utter to Magne, her brows furrowed.

"Who are you?" Magne rasped out.

The two halted as Magne looked up from his arm in almost a trance he met Ran's eyes and his own widened.

Viola's brows furrowed as she looked down, her once teal amulet now black. She looked up seeing the woman before her brother no longer in the perfect blonde, studious principal she seen every day at school. But she had long white hair, old and decayed complexion, alongside amber eyes -- her eyes.

She glanced to her side and met eyes with Fjor's, only he didn't look like himself. Much like Ran his lower half of his face held a dark beard that wrapped around his lower half. Parts of his beard had been braided as his hair was no longer gelled to perfection but messy and slightly longer. His eyes shown an amber like his mother's.

Viola let out an inaudible gasp reaching for her amulet only for it to shock her as it returned to its natural teal colour. Just then the table broke in half as glass shatter to the floor startling her back into reality.

Magne stood up startled, "I um, have to use the bathroom." He excused himself, "Sorry."

"Viola?" Fjor said placing his hand on her forearm only for her to step away from him and shake her head.

"Um, we should get going. It's getting late, thank you for dinner, it was . . . lovely. Laurits." Viola said to the raven haired boy who stood in shock from what he had just witnessed, but nonetheless followed his sister's orders and bid farewell to the Jutul family.

Fjor followed after her, "Hey, is everything okay? I'm sure the table was already on its last limbs." He joked as Laurits looked up seeing their brother walking down the stairs hastily.

"No, um, I'm fine, I just forgot our mother said to be home before midnight. And it's midnight so, we have to go, we have painting to do all day tomorrow anyways, she's doing lavender--blue now, so . . ." She rambled looking anywhere but his eyes, her frowned. "I'll see you at school, yeah? Okay bye." She said as Magne approached them and the trio hurried out of the house.

"I can give you a ride!" Fjor called out as Saxa stood by him observing the two's odd behaviour.

"We're fine, thanks goodnight!" Viola denied picking up their pace on the side walk and down the hill their house sat upon.

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

❪ 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺'𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍 ❫

trying to get season 1 over with and quick !

we're getting somewhere with viola's history. we are getting to know why fjor is so protective of viola and we'll get a full explanation soon but it will lead to more angst on how she finds out of who she really is 🌚 in the next chapters to come !

• why do you think fjor is protective of viola?

• thoughts?

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