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Author Topic: Get Off The Island And Swim Back To Shore  (Read 341 times)

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Offline Hjalmar Lindgren

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Get Off The Island And Swim Back To Shore
« on: Oct 17, 19, 05:34:00 PM »
“Come on, Dad, it’s going to be fun.”

Fun was not the word he would have used to describe it.

“It’s just the market!”

Did no one remember what happened the last time they had ventured into it?

“And we’ll have the Hyugge family with us!”

Which meant more children to watch.

Crossing his thick arms over his enormous chest, Hjalmar Lindgren leveled his beady eyes at his oldest daughter and rumbled.

She was not intimidated.

“Dad! Don’t be such a jerk. We’re going to be just fine. This is Avorla, not Glacia!” Leija exclaimed, growing exasperated with his resistance. “Besides, you need to get out more. Queen’s orders.”

He rumbled unhappily. She had him there.

This time, newborn Isaak would be staying behind with his wet nurse. Separating his children, even for these basic needs, was something that Hjalmar was begrudgingly getting used to. He knew that they needed to get back into some sort of normal routine but he was still struggling with how to do that. Luckily, the Hyugge family had stepped in to help with some of that struggle.

Janne Hyugge had two daughters, much like Hjalmar did, and once Leija and Diona had met Nadia and Isana, the four girls had formed a little giggling pack that refused to be separated except for bedtime. And since Janne’s…partner (he had to use that term carefully because homosexual relations were banned in Rihland, though Signe just looked the other way)…was on a mission for their Queen, Janne was currently in the same sort of single father state that Hjalmar was in.

At least Janne’s love was coming back. Hjalmar’s rumble turned into a resigned sigh as old grief prodded him.

“Fine,” he growled, going to fetch cloaks and bags. “We’ll go shopping.” Every word Hjalmar said was enunciated crisply and clearly, because he hated repeating himself. The bright smile Leija gave him for caving in soothed over some of the torn edges he felt. At least he still had some sunshine in his life.

The two girls giggled at some shared joke as they got ready and hurried out the door to go find their friends. Hjalmar lumbered at a pace behind them and rolled his shoulders absently as he let them pound eagerly on the Hyugge household door. Shopping. On the Queen’s orders.

He was going to have a talk with his Queen about his bank account if she kept this up.

Offline Janne Hyugge

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Re: Get Off The Island And Swim Back To Shore
« Reply #1 on: Oct 21, 19, 11:31:01 PM »
He’d been informed at dinner the night before. Very happily, and without opportunity to refute anything. They’d already made plans. He wasn’t allowed to say no because the Queen was in on them and approved.

So, morning came early. Excitement overrode any need for sleeping in, apparently. Breakfast was a quick affair as the girls were already bouncing. Then, while he sat enjoying some tea, Nadia had urged Isana to ask him to braid her hair again, and he’d had to give her a hug and apologise for scaring her the last time. Then, he’d given it a go, under a hail of giggles and helpful hands, and Nadia had finished for him. He’d told Isana she should let her sister fix the other side, too, but she’d firmly shaken her head and was apparently proud of the lopsided effect of one neat and one messy braid… Janne was trying not to let the asymmetry bother him, or his own clumsiness. But he couldn’t help feeling critical every time he looked at the girl now. The rest of her cleaned up so nice, it was just that one braid.

Before he could convince himself to let it go, or herself to please have Nadia do it over for the sake of her father’s sanity, there came a pounding at the door. Honestly, if it hadn’t had a double beat to it, he’d have thought it was Hjalmar himself trying to knock down the door. Probably to complain about the things his own girls were getting up to behind his back.

“Stand! Where you are.” Barking out the demand for caution as two excited girls rushed towards the door, Janne’s demeanour shifted instantly between ruefully amused to stern and unyielding. He didn’t care that he could readily guess who was at the door, or that a quick brush of Craft would give him proof. Rules were rules, and the rules were that he or Aaryne answered the door. Aaryne wasn’t here, so it was obviously his job now. But… He didn’t really want to, even if he could see Isana bouncing on her toes and staring at him with eager eyes. And Nadia barely three feet from the wooden plank looking back over her shoulder and fidgeting.

“Daaaaad!” Two impatient wails rose at his back as he turned to put his teacup in the sink. A small smile twisted his lips where they couldn’t see.

He was moving slow. But not so slow that they’d scowl at him while breaking the rules. He couldn’t do that to them, not even if he was as reluctant to meet up with the Lindgren family as they were excited. When he opened the door to find the girls he’d expected, Janne smiled at them, and two heads popped out to either side. “Leija! Diona! You’re here! Was your dad being slow, too? Look! Look, he’s still not moving!”

Small hands were pushing him out the door. Nadia was laughing at Isana’s efforts, and Janne was resisting quite handily, though not surprisingly, until she joined in. Striking his weak point. “Good morn-niahdia! Nadi! Foul play!” Bent to avoid a second questing hand aiming at his ticklish side, Janne gave in adroitly, holding up his hand to parry further attempts while keeping Isana from tumbling when resistance vanished. “Fine, fine, you win, grab your coats, let’s go. What’s the rush, the market’s there every-…” Amusement fading fast alongside his words, Janne froze as he turned back from locking the door and met the other man’s gaze. A short nod and twitchy smile were the best he could manage on short notice. “Good morning, Lord Lindgren.”

He knew he shouldn’t be so wary of the Warlord across from him, he knew, but rationality couldn’t win this one. Hjalmar wasn’t the only one who won something from this experience, if they didn’t count the girls’ clear pleasure. He didn’t know if Lady Drachlan had thought of it when she’d asked him to spend time with the man. But he could use the exposure to Darker Jewels, too.

Offline Hjalmar Lindgren

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Re: Get Off The Island And Swim Back To Shore
« Reply #2 on: Nov 11, 19, 02:12:36 PM »
Hjalmar let the girls squeal and giggle and generally do girlie greeting things without saying much or changing expressions. He watched it all with that same critical beady eyed gaze that he observed so much with. But inwardly, he felt…a hint of relief. His girls were being…normal. It was the latest in a long line of little things that pushed him to realize that his children were adapting to their new life in Rihland, a life without their mother, and while that saddened part of him, it relieved another part of him.

He watched as Janne got the coats, went to lock the door, and then turn, everything in his expression and scent practically broadcasting his nervousness. Hjalmar was used to be looked on like that. At close to seven feet tall, he was built like a tree. Nearly every day, someone made some sort of comment, either by word or expression, about his size. Janne was no different.

But that didn’t mean that the other man needed to be afraid of Hjalmar, which was something that always bothered the big Warlord. Yes, he was a big man, and yes, he wore the Sapphire. But he had only harmed those who had harmed his family first.

“Prince,” Hjalmar said crisply, his rumbling tone enunciating words properly so that he didn’t have to waste time repeating them again. “Call me Hjalmar. We both serve the Lady.” And, as if that association was enough, Hjalmar nixed the formalities right there.

The girls were milling about, eager to get outside. Leija shot her father a sharp, “hurry up!” look. Hjalmar made a low sound like thunder but said to Janne, “Let us go before these girls run off without us.” Not that Hjalmar would let them. They knew better after the last stunt. But they still ran ahead, careful to keep in sight of their fathers.

Hjalmar lumbered beside Janne, shortening his stride to match, while the girls made their way towards the waiting carriage. “The Lady suggested you get out too?” Hjalmar grunted with something akin to unhappiness. When talking about Signe, she was always “the Lady” – never her name because Hjalmar was still trying to figure out what it meant to have a Bonded Queen but to lose a wife. That distance, for now, helped him. Maybe one day he’d figure it out.

Offline Janne Hyugge

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Re: Get Off The Island And Swim Back To Shore
« Reply #3 on: Nov 12, 19, 05:11:31 PM »
Standing on the stoop with his coat over his arm and still tucking the key into his pocket, Janne felt the heat of embarrassment rising as the tall man returned the greeting over their daughters’ heads. He’d thought he’d been prepared enough not to react poorly. Or, not so obviously, at any rate.

“Ah… Yes.” If he said so… But there was no need to hesitate, Janne had heard him clearly. Though he couldn’t help grimacing faintly at the request. Or the necessity of it. Honestly, he actually liked Hjalmar. Or, well, what little he’d come to learn about him and his family. He didn’t want to isolate a man who was already doing his best to isolate himself. Not when he might help ease his burden, and certainly not with the added incentive of the Queen’s request.

“Forgive the formality, Lord Hjalmar. I…” Janne sighed, giving in to Nadia’s urgings as she pulled him rather insistently down the steps after Isana. “Old lessons I can’t quite leave behind.”

Being still relative strangers to each other, he couldn’t abandon the manners drilled into him from a young age immediately. So, he tried a compromise as he attempted to explain without really explaining. The other’s height and sheer mass were impressive, but he could have been a scrawny beanpole half Janne’s weight and he still would have reacted that way. Old memories and habits insisted on a perfect, wary courtesy before Dark Jewels. Aaryne, Signe, and the years spent between then and now were wearing down that insistence, as was his own desire for equality. But with his two girls to look after and the recent reminder of what they’d left behind in Glacia… His immediate instinct had overridden everything in favour of old fears.

The girls though, were the moment’s saving grace, too. They weren’t afraid, and clearly hadn’t any reason to be afraid. Their happy calm, and Nadia’s brief concern for him, reminded Janne to take a deep breath and let it out slow. Hjalmar’s steady frown wasn’t exactly helpful, but he supposed it wasn’t pleasant to be met with such a greeting, either. That, and the man’s daughters had clearly enacted a similarly forceful enterprise to get him out of his house. The thunderous grumble was impressively emotive, and he grimaced again in sympathy even as he agreed to stop dawdling.

“They are excited, aren’t they, and I’ve made you all wait.” He could only shake his head as Hjalmar settled in beside him, scowling at the sight of the youngest trotting along with her coat only half on because she was too excited to actually pause for the three seconds it would take to push the other arm through its sleeve and button up. “Isana! Put your coat on! Or you’ll lose it and catch cold!”

She only picked up the hanging collar and pulled it over her shoulder and went right back to asking Leija what her favourite sweet was at the market. “Haaaa, rascal…” Janne expressed a fond annoyance as he absently finished pinning up his empty sleeve and then pulled his own jacket properly into place over his right shoulder, in much the same way his daughter just had.

The girls’ antics were doing wonders to help him forget his earlier agitation and he only nodded mildly at the question. “She did. Lady Drachlan told the girls, too. Just to make sure. She didn’t do the same to you, did she, Lord Hjalmar?” He had a sneaking suspicion the woman had known her allies for the cause. Not that he’d hold it against her, involving his kids in anything that made them this happy was worth a little discomfort on his part, and he’d have the chance to get to know a new member of Signe’s Court. “I can guarantee it won’t be the last time she’ll stoop so low, but it’s nice to see the girls enjoying themselves.”

When they arrived at the carriage, it was only natural to step aside for Hjalmar to get on first, well, after Isana, who hadn’t wanted to wait. And then Janne let the rest of them find their seats, and studiously checked the road behind them to make sure nothing had been dropped already before he climbed aboard himself. “Alright then, girls, are we looking for anything specific this time?” Always best to have a goal.

 

 

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