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Post by Dagur on Jun 28, 2017 2:04:58 GMT
Modern!AU
He was coming home from a long flight, the other producers he worked with having pissed him off to beat hell. They had no clue on what they were doing and the new deal that they had try to propose was absolute crap. He was not putting Dixelia or any other clients he worked with through the bull they were trying to pull off. Three concerts in a row in three different areas? The singers voices would be shot by the third concert and they would spend more than likely a week in recovery. When he spoke they listened and it helped that he used to be a military worker, the fear in their eyes at his rage more than enough to let him know that the deal they had just tried to pull was not going to work. Now he was almost home, just a short walk away. He knew his boyfriend was probably just getting home from work, the need to bike or walk everywhere completely understood. He took out his phone, the keys swimming a bit as a small dizzy spell over took him.
on my way hme, <3 you
He realized the typo to late and he scoffed before leaving it, far to annoyed to fix it. He continued walking, not wanting to take a taxi, not wanting to scare the one he loved more than he generally did. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, suitcase rolling along the sidewalk. It had taken him a whole half hour to get back to their apartment and a soft smile came to his face when he saw it. He needed to see the little angel he had been blessed with in his own personal hell. He unlocked the door, carrying the suitcase with him and his voice slipped out in a tired tone.
"I'm home! Hiccup?"
He looked around, the suit he was wearing already being shed down to a simple dress shirt and slacks with his shoes being left at the door. He held his suitcase in one hand, jacket and tie hanging over his arm as he looked about wanting to see that soft auburn hair and mossy green eyes.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 28, 2017 2:40:34 GMT
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He was a little later getting home than he usually was, it usually took him a half hour to walk the distance from the bookstore to the apartment, but of course today someone decided was parade day, which was odd, because there was literally no holidays or events going on, he thought it looked like some high school thing for the campus down the street...Either way it had attracted enough of a crowd that he'd been forced to take the longer way home, which had ended up taking fifty minutes instead of the usual thirty or so. He wasn't terribly put off by it, but he was still glad to be home when he finally let himself in.
He was immediately greeted by the large pitt bull knocking him back against the door, laughing as he gently grabbed his ears and playfully pulled on them, "yeah yeah I missed you to, big guy!" He pushed the dog off as he made his way to the bedroom, halfway through changing out of his work clothes when his phone buzzed from his back pocket, "looks like your dad's on his way home, Onyx!" He chuckled, speaking to the dog that had joined him, "where's your brother?" As if on cue, he felt a slinky black form winding around his legs, chuckling as he picked the large cat up, "there you are, Bud!" He chuckled as he scratched under his chin, earning a loud purr from the feline before he set him down on the bed, "give me a minute and I'll feed you both, okay?" He took a moment to send a quick 'love you to' back before pulling on something a bit more appropriate for lounging around the house.
He was in the kitchen getting the animal's food ready when Dagur came in, "I'm in the kitchen feeding these gluttons!" He chuckled, patting the counter for Toothless to jump up so he could eat without interruption from the dog, who's bowl he set down next. When both were gleefully filling their bellies, he popped his head around the corner, fixing Dagur with a soft smile, "good to see you home, everything go alright?" He pursed his lips in a somewhat concerned frown, "judging by how awful you look...My guess is no?" He rounded the corner, coming close and brushing a hand over his cheek, "you okay?"
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Post by Dagur on Jun 28, 2017 3:09:51 GMT
He smiled, light laughter escaping his lips at the joke spoken by the little angel. The sweet and soft appearance of his lover was more than enough to make his stress start to ebb away. Soft auburn hair, mossy green eyes, light freckles and sweet tangible lips. He smiled tiredly at the comment of how awful he looked, welcoming the soft touch. How he had gotten so lucky he would never know, but things were strained behind the sweet moment they were sharing. He savored the moment, his eyes slowly opening with a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"It was a bit of a rough time, those other producers are trying to work Dixelia and others to death. I managed to get some sense into them though, I'll need to call her later to let her know the new schedule."
He tried to pull the slimmer man up against him in a hug, inhaling the others scent in a deep breath. His eyes closed as he tried to simply relax, the nerves that always seemed fried in his system slowly dulling down to a dull throb. It wouldn't be until later that he would be able to fully relax with the green eyed sweetheart. He'd pull apart and try to run his hand through the others hair softly. He smiled, eyes looking upon the other with adoration.
"I hope things have been going better for you? Not working yourself to hard?"
It was his turn to look concerned, knowing the others tendencies to work far beyond what he had to. He never quite understood why, the little angel could easily stay home and lounge about since his salary made more than enough to cover anything they could need. He tried his best to work more around the house so that the other didn't, but when trips like this came up it made that difficult. The traveling always made him irritated, always put his nerves on edge, every loud noise made his heart thud and his mind go haywire. He hated it, hated every second of leaving this home, leaving his angel all alone. His hand had come to try and rest on the others shoulder, its grip slowly tightening to what might have been a little uncomfortable before he realized what he was doing. His hand immediately retracted as if he had burned himself, shock coming over his features. He tried to press a kiss to the others cheek in apology, the loathing he felt for himself bubbling beneath his skin.
"Sorry my angel, flashback."
It was the only thing he could force out of his tight throat, his hand wanting to come to rest lightly upon the others hip. He cleared his mind the best he could, wanting to simply hear what his little angel speak.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 28, 2017 3:27:22 GMT
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There was a loathing and a love for moments like this, these soft moments that didn't leave him feeling afraid like other moments did. Their relationship was strained, but he'd always been determined to fight for it, even if it got bad sometimes, because he knew the other man couldn't help the things he sometimes said or did, and in the end it would have to be up to him to be the strong one, willing to stand beside him despite what happened, even if he did doubt sometimes, especially when Jack was around, the things he said made sense, but he also hated feeling like he was giving up on Dagur, so he refused to, and instead just savored these moments, "well if anyone could change their minds, you could." He smirked, "you can be...Hm...Persuasive." Terrifying was probably a better word, but it was one he knew the man didn't want to hear.
He relaxed against him when he was pulled close, looking up at him with a raised brow and a smirk, "I'm always working myself hard." He laughed, waving a hand, "but I'm fine, I need to edit my paper for class...Start on a few projects for art, but that can wait." He smirked up at him, reaching to gently pat his cheek, "I'll give you my undivided attention tonight"
It always scared him a little when the man got that incredibly distant and far away expression, because there were many different outcomes and paths that it could lead to, and which one he'd get at any given moment was unpredictable, he hated those odds, and he hated not knowing. He didn't think twice when Dagur rested a hand on his shoulder, until his grip started to tighten, his face shifted to a slightly uncomfortable expression, a little pained, just a little, "Dagur..." He spoke just as his hand pulled back, and he let out a soft breath of relief.
"it's fine Dagur, it's alright." He took the hand that he'd pulled away and squeezed it reassuringly, ignoring the feeling squeezing in his chest, "I understand...You hungry?" He looked back towards the kitchen, "can't imagine airplane food is very good. I had takeout last night, there's still plenty of leftovers." He chuckled, "I uh...Bought extra in case you came home!" He was trying to change the subject, or at least direct his own mind away from that tiny little tickle of anxiety.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 28, 2017 3:43:28 GMT
He smiled softly, happy that he had the others undivided attention. He felt the other take his hand with reassurance, a sigh escaping his lips with guilt eating away at his insides. He loathed his lack of self control, he would be able to shoot the enemy from 150 meters from a sniper standpoint but ask him to simply hold his lover close with the adoration they deserved and he lost control. It just never added up, never made any sense, always made guilt and shame bubble underneath his skin. He put on a soft happy smile, not wanting the other to know just how weak and helpless he felt. His nerves were always frayed and at their wits end, jittery and unfocused at the best of times to paranoid at the worst. The thought of food made his stomach tighten with distaste, not feeling hungry since self hatred always seemed to be so filling. He chuckled sweetly, happy to try and distract both of them with some fun for the night.
"I ate before I got on the plane but thank you for the thought darling."
He would try to place a deep kiss on the others lips, having missed the contact with the other. Gods above he wanted the slimmer man, wanted to see those tattoos he had practically memorized. It was always calming to start something like this, it always made his mind focus on one single thing, to focus solely on his angel. His hands would roam on the others hips, wanting to simply feel the other.
"Granted you seem quite appetizing my sweet angel, may I worship you tonight?"
His voice purred out, lips wanting to ghost across the others neck. He wouldn't push this on the other, it was the one thing he always had control over. He never allowed war and terror to interfere with this, he would die before he allowed that to happen. A soft purr would escape his lips, hand coming to let his hair down. His red locks would fall around his face, green eyes gleaming with absolute devotion towards the one he wanted to worship tonight. His hand would try to brush across the others cheek, wanting to make things go away just for a little while.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 28, 2017 4:11:20 GMT
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That smile was fake. He'd gotten good at ready them by now, he always seemed to put them on when he didn't want him to know what was really going on, but Hiccup was the opposite of stupid, and he'd known him long enough even before dating to know the difference between a real smile and a fake one. His stomach tightened further, but he became guilty of the same crime as he returned the smile, though he was much less concerned with showing the worry in his eyes than Dagur was with showing that he wasn't entirely okay. He didn't push it though, instead letting out a soft sigh and nodding, "alright, okay. If you're sure." It didn't stop the worry, but it at least avoided a confrontation.
When Dagur pulled him into a kiss, he didn't resist or pull away, leaning into the motion to return it. This always helped him forget how everything else seemed to be going wrong, reminded him why he was fighting to keep this going. For all the bad, and it felt like there was more and more every day, there was also good, and even if it made him feel terrible at times, the good was worth it to him. His cheeks colored when Dagur pulled away and spoke, and he chuckled softly, giving him a smirk, "worship me, huh?" He lifted his head to let him graze over his neck, "well when you put it like that." He smirked, leaning into the hand that brushed his cheek, "I could certainly do for some unwinding." He said, as he pulled away, turning his back on the man to slip into the bedroom.
He slipped off his tank top when he got in there, unable to help the prickle of nerves that he always got, even still, when it came to things like this. It wasn't as if he was especially inexperienced, but there was always a small little tickle of anxiety when it came down to it. He didn't have scars the way Dagur did, but he still had them, grim little reminders of a day he didn't think he could ever forget, the limp he always walked with on a prosthetic leg didn't help, and neither did the lack of phone calls...Something that had seemed so simple before, his dad used to call twice a week to make sure he was alright, and even now he still waited sometimes...
He shook his head and looked to the door, waiting with a little more desperation for Dagur to follow him, their relationship wasn't perfect, but at least he could chase these thoughts away before they consumed him like they sometimes did.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 28, 2017 5:54:05 GMT
He smiled as his little angel chuckled, happy to see some form of normalcy within their relationship. It was as if it were a small beacon of hope that things would be alright. He had finally broken down, finally made some calls, finally decided that he was tired of dragging his little angel through hell. He wasn't going to talk about it now, not when the other stripped themselves of their tank top. A low purr in appreciation rumbled out from his lips, eyes tracing the tattoos that decorated the others lithe form. He followed into the bedroom, happy to gaze upon that soft freckled flesh. He hesitated for a moment, having to remind himself of just who he was with as he started to undo the buttons on his dress shirt. Off it came, slowly with hints of hesitation. He would never get over the way his torso now looked, never be able to fully look at himself the same way again. The scar was massive, it ran from the middle of his back to his stomach on the right side. It was mostly a burn scar but smaller scars dotted around it from the metal shards of the grenade. It was a heavy sight, the sight of someone who had been through more than their fare share of horrors. He sighed softly and walked forward, wanting to kiss the others lips sweetly. " You're beautiful" The words would slip from his lips before kisses were aimed to be placed on the others neck. His hands went to rub against the others sides before coming upwards to play with the sensitive flesh of the others chest. The would then roam downwards, wanting to feel the soft flesh of the others rump. A low hum would escape his lips as he would try to guide the other towards the bed, happy to worship the others body so gently this night. -Fade to black?- ...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 28, 2017 6:23:44 GMT
| | He was glad to see Dagur appear in the door, and let out a soft, relieved sound when he was pulled from that place that he tried his damnedest not to travel to. He knew that Dagur was wildly self conscious about the scars that lined his body, and when he saw him unbuttoning his shirt, he stepped forward a but to swat his hands away and help him, chuckling as he caught his lips gladly, "Debatable." He smirked, reaching a hand to brush through his hair, "but I could say the same about you. So I'll accept the compliment for once." It was his own way of saying 'fine you win' while also returning his kind words. Whatever doubt he'd been feeling melted away for the moment when he felt his lips against his neck, and he let out a soft sigh as he gave himself up to his touches and gentle urging, content to let him touch over him as he wanted. He slipped his own hands to run his nails lightly over his sides and along his chest, getting chill bumps all over when he felt his hands against his rear. He didn't resist as he was pushed towards the bed, more than a little eager to be made to forget all the wrong and the bad, even if it was only a temporary relief, these moments made all the bad worth it. -Fade to Black-
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Post by Dagur on Jun 28, 2017 6:42:53 GMT
-Fade into Morning-
He rolled over, vaguely awake and wanting to wrap his arms around his little angel. A night terror was no where to be found and for that he was thankful, he hummed and sat up with a stretch happy to have the day off. A low smile cam to his face as he would attempt to press a soft kiss to the others temple. He rose to his feet and padded over to the shower, slowly waking up fully. He was out in a few minutes dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and soon enough he had bacon and eggs on the stove. He had to bring it up now, right after they both got some food in their systems. He knew he should have talked about it with his little angel but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It made him feel so utterly weak, so dependent, so uncontrollable. At the same time he knew it had to be done, he had been foolish to think that he could have gotten away without it. He was a ticking time bomb, something that was going to more than likely destroy both him and his angel if he didn't do something. He knew he could afford it, money wasn't the issue, he was the issue. He moved the food onto two separate plates and grabbed drinks for them both.
Breakfast in bed was a sure fire way to get them both in a pleasant mood before bringing in the news, the honey and the hatchet technique.
He set the tray down on the bed and softly shook the other, a soft smile on his lips. The other always looked so peaceful when they slept, the tension and worry completely gone and replaced with tranquility. Granted his hair was a mess and he wasn't very clean thanks to what happened when he got home but that was to be expected. In his eyes however, the other looked amazingly adorable. Onyx had been staying in the living room but there was no way to keep Toothless out. The cat always managed to worm his way into whatever room they were in no matter what they did. Right now his main focus was to keep their food safe from the little fiend.
"Time for breakfast angel, you need to wake up."
He smiled and would try to press another soft kiss to the others cheek, adoration and a slight tinge of worry within his eyes.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 28, 2017 6:56:41 GMT
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It was hard to have bad dreams and rough nights after falling asleep so completely exhausted(and satisfied), and it had been a while since he'd gotten a decent nights sleep. Even when Dagur was away on trips and he had to bed to himself, between him keeping himself up and long, late nights working on this assignment or that, he was notorious for missing far too much sleep at any given time. So when he did finally get a good night to rest, he crashed hard, and nothing short of the end of the world could get the young man out of bed.
His subconscious responded to the kiss Dagur pressed to his temple with a soft mumble, but he stayed lost deep in sleep, and he'd stay that way all day if he was allowed to do so. He didn't work today, no classes, which usually meant sleeping until some outside force demanded his attention, sleeping meant that he didn't have to deal with the world that could be too heavy sometimes.
When Dagur shook him, he grumbled blearily and swatted at his hand, mumbling something incoherent before reluctantly blinking his eyes, his nose wrinkling, "mmm somethin' smells good..." He could hear the complaining meow of the cat desperately trying to get at whatever Dagur had brought in for them, "need to wake up is a matter of opinion..." He gave him a sleepy smirk when he kissed him again before letting out a complainy sound and sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and speaking through a yawn, "what time is it?" He looked over at the plates and smiled, "breakfast in bed? You spoil me." He eyed the man, before giving the cat a look, "you eat my food and I'll eat you, down Bud." The cat gave him a long glance before he obeyed, leaving the plates to come and flop over beside Hiccup instead.
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Post by Dagur on Jun 28, 2017 7:14:37 GMT
He smiled and then laughed at the others comment of needing to wake up. Yes, he knew by now that when they had days off it was almost impossible to wake the other man up. He handed the other his food once he woke up, a loving smile on his face. Yes, he did love to spoil his little angel, after all they were his ray of light. He wasn't even sure if the other knew just how much they meant to him. It was as if he couldn't stress how much he needed the other, so spoiling them was the only way he could really deal with it.
"Of course, you are my angel after all."
He smiled and laid there with his lover, starting to eat and nearly choking with chuckles at the others comment towards their cat. He could only smile and shake his head at the others banters. He finished his food rather quickly and set the plate aside on the bedside table. Once his angel was done he would move their plate in the same fashion. He swallowed thickly, unsure of how to bring up what needed to be talked about.
"I have to tell you something, its a bit important and will take up a bit of my time."
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, unsure of how to explain it without sounding like a total ass.
"I went ahead and hired a therapist for myself and they would be willing to see both of us at the same time if you're up for it. You don't have to as this is mainly for me and its supposed to help with...well, everything that's wrong with me."
He rubbed his face, a deep breath being taken inwards.
"Supposedly they're really good at helping war survivors like myself, I just...I just don't want to hurt you or scare you anymore."
His shoulders sagged as a defeated look overcame him. Guilt and shame brewed within his stomach at the thought of what he had put his angel through. It wasn't fair to them, it wasn't okay for him to have to make them suffer as he did. It scared him, to think that he might actually end up severely hurting his little angel, it hurt his heart. He just didn't want to feel like that anymore, to stop others from thinking that things were going wrong. The thing was he wasn't sure if someone like him could ever be fixed.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Post by Hiccup on Jun 28, 2017 11:26:59 GMT
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He didn't hesitate to tuck into his food when it was passed over to him, making an exaggerated effort in front of the cat, before rolling his eyes and holding out a fork full of eggs to the persistent feline, "fine okay, you win, Mister Grumpy." He chuckled, sharing a little bit of his bacon as well. Toothless, looking satisfied with the offering, ran his sandy tongue over his long canines before nudging the young man in the shoulder and hopping off the bed to peruse the rest of the house, leaving Hiccup in peace to finish off his food. Dagur's words made him smirk, "you don't make breakfast for me like this unless you've got something really good, or really bad to tell me." He eyed him with a chuckle, "honey and the hatchet, Dagur, I'm not stupid. So what's on your mind?" He let him take his plate aside, eyeing his face curiously.
He could tell by his expression that there was something heavy on his mind, but he didn't push him to speak, just waiting for him to do so on his own. When he did finally say something, Hiccup nodded with a gentle urging, "okay...Go on and tell me." He rested a hand on his shoulder as he waited.
There were a lot of things he was expecting to come out of such a grave expression, but what ended up coming out took him by surprise, "that's great Dagur." He gave him a gentle smile, "I'm really glad you finally decided to take this step." He'd urged him to several times, the topic tended to bring varying outcomes, accusations that he was one to talk, anger at being called out, exasperation and a lot of hurtful words from both of them. It was something of a comfort to hear this, he glanced to the side though, "I don't know...If I'm...I mean..." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "maybe if they were seeing us separate...But there a lot that I...Don't know...I don't want to bring you down." He laughed softly, "you have your own mess, you don't need mine." He didn't mean to laugh, it was just a natural thing that often accompanied nerves.
He looked up and his expression softened at those words, he leaned against him, "I'm not scared of you, stupid." That was a lie and he knew it, he was afraid a lot of the time, for a lot of different reasons, but he didn't want Dagur to know that, "besides, if an 18-wheeler couldn't take me out. Doubtful you could." He regretted saying that as the words left his mouth, but he always had a habit of opening his own wounds. There was a long moment of silence before he finally spoke again, "I-I'm glad though...Like this is good...This will be good." He leaned more into him, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin, "I'll be here to help...Like I always have been."
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