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he’d been surprised when gwen wanted to hang out, but he didn’t mind. they hadn’t been close in high school, but she was a nice girl and he did like what time he’d spent with her. he just didn’t think she’d want to hang out with him. but here they are, sipping on half decent coffee and reminiscing. “moving’s always strange. you miss things you never thought you’d miss or that you didn’t even notice.” there are things aksel misses about norway, but he’d never talk about them. “i’m sure boston wasn’t all bad, though.”

❝ i never thought i would genuinely miss falling asleep to the constant sound of howling coyotes at night. a noisy boston street isn’t exactly soothing.❞ she thinks back to the bar that she lived above and the people that would hover in front of her building, drunk with no ability to tone it down, ❝ …yeah, not at all. i would take coyotes any day. ❞ 

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Should he be drunk right now? Absolutely not. He has siblings to feed, homework to help with, sleep to hopefully get. But it was a bad day. It was a bad day and he was fucking sick and tired of constantly pushing, working, trying. He wanted to rest. But he didn’t know how, so he got drunk instead. He hadn’t taken the car—of course not, han er ikke en idiot—so he was stumbling down the street on his way home. He wasn’t as drunk as he could have been, but he still didn’t have full control of his limbs so before he knew it he was stumbling to the ground. “Faen. Jævla helvete.” Aksel’s palms stung as someone helped him up—and thank christ, it was someone he knew. He laughed. “Hi, Alaric. Fuck, sorry, I’m a little drunk.”

Alaric glanced up from his book, fingers placing the bookmark in it without looking down. He didn’t believe that one should dog-ear the page of their books. It only damages the pages, especially not when a bookmark was invented for the same purpose. His eyes fall on the racket that had grabbed his attention in the first place. The phoenix could feel exhaustion creeping into every single one of his limbs. His entire being was groaning in annoyance, but a kind look landed in his eyes and his mouth twisted into one of polite indifference. Slipping his book into his shoulder bag, and rising. He throws the bag over his arm and wanders over to where the other individual was on the ground. He didn’t know what had caused them to drop so suddenly. Perhaps they were clumsy, perhaps they were injured, maybe they were drunk. Regardless, he couldn’t help but take it upon himself to help. 

“Are you alright? Let me help you up.”

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8, 13, 16

are they close to their family? — aksel’s family is the only thing that matters to him. so yeah, he’s kinda close to them. except for his dad. his dad could rot in hell and he’d be happy about it.

best accomplishment? — either helping his mom move their family to america so quickly or getting his mechanic training

what would their hogwarts house be? — he’s a gryffindor!

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Fjor Jutul + Ginnugagap (1.04)

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guiltlxss:

                                                              do i blame myself ?                                                                           a b s o l u t e l y .                                                                             is it my fault ?                                                                                       n  o.                                                                   do i know it’s not my fault ?                                                                            s o m e t i m e s .                                                                will i continue to blame myself ?                                                                 A L W A Y S.

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