#adventfjorden

[triskhellion]

The Depths: Chapter 1

Rated: Explicit (eventually) | 1.5k WIP

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Tags: POV Stiles, Post-Nogitsune Stiles, Sea Creature Derek, Alternate Universe, Stiles Leaves Beacon Hills, PTSD, Norway

(Getting Together, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Explicit Sexual Content)

Summary: Stiles travels around Europe to try to escape his demons. He goes to Longyearbyen because the sun won't set for months and has an unexpected encounter at the bay.

Mead Moons prompts: Becomes, Buck, Claiming, Midnight Sun, Ritual & Strawberry. @sterek-and-stuff-events

Chapter 1: Adventfjorden

The black sand beaches of Iceland were a spectacular sight, the quiet, solitary beauty of Landeyjahöfn and the crystalline otherworldliness of Jökulsárlón Lagoon, its banks strewn with glacial “diamonds.” Cold and captivating.

Stiles stayed on the southern coast of the country for a nearly week, but it wasn’t far enough for him, the shadows still deep and capable of hiding monsters. Now he was in Longyearbyen, on the island of Spitsbergen in the archipelago of Svalbard, over 500 miles north of the Norwegian mainland and equidistant to the North Pole.

The ocean called to him no matter where he’d gone on this journey, ever since he fled with a backpack and a shiny new passport. It didn’t matter that the water was frigid and foreboding even in the summer, that he currently had on multiple layers for today’s high of 46 degrees, which felt colder still from the wind.

He’d been here for a few days now, repeatedly visiting the same stretch of Adventfjorden. Advent Bay.

Sometimes it felt like he was being watched, could swear he caught movement in the rippling waves, but that was nothing new with the echoes in his mind. Call it figments of his imagination, products of hyper-vigilance and paranoia or straight up hallucinations. Little slips in reality between consciousness and dreaming. As long as it wasn’t that. As long as it wasn’t him.

He bought strawberries from a fruit stand outside the market, small and ripe and red. The kind that were sweet like candy instead of the giant, watery fruit that stores back home so often sold, grown to survive being shuffled across continents rather than for flavor. These were for eating within days of harvest, would spoil if in the blink of an eye, but so worth it if you were lucky enough to have a taste at the right time.

Stiles took his little carton down near the water’s edge, watching the tide come gradually closer. Between plucking off the green bits and eating them whole he’d occasionally bite one in half and run it over his mouth like lipstick, staining the flesh there red like his fingers were. Like his hands would always be. 

When he came back to himself again there were people coming out of the water. 

People. Coming. Out of. The water.

Not divers in wetsuits that he’d missed seeing before somehow, but a dozen or so…humanoid creatures who were all bare chested except for some jewelry and miscellaneous accessories. 

He looked around to ask “Are you seeing this shit?” but then he realized that there was no one else on the beach. As if the half dozen or so other visitors had gotten some psychic memo to depart. Everyone, but him. How long had he been staring at his hands, transfixed?

The sun wasn’t noticeably lower in the sky than it was before, though of course it wouldn’t actually slip beneath the horizon. That was the whole point of this latest detour on his odyssey, months on end without night. Well, fewer than two left since it was now the end of June, a bit more than halfway through, but a welcome respite for however long it could last. Not that the nightmares couldn’t find him the daylight, but it at least made his wakefulness less terrifying and strange no matter the hour. 

Until this one.

Most of the sea people stayed at least half submerged, but one stepped onto the shore. What seemed like a man only with jet black legs and arms and a tail. 

Stiles sat there frozen as he approached, a shiny, crinkly looking fabric draped around his hips and between his thighs in greens and browns with stripes of red. He immediately thought of nori, which made sense since he was 99.3% sure it was made from seaweed. 

There was a grayish tone to the pale, too smooth skin where it wasn’t the color of a moonless midnight. On his face and throat and most of his chest and abdomen. The palms of his hands and the underside of the end of his tail, which was long and thick and had flukes like a cetacean. A bristly black mohawk reminiscent of the crest on a Roman optio's helmet was the only hair that Stiles could see, what appeared to be eyebrows actually flexible darkened ridges instead. The Sea Man, er, Sea Dude, stopped before him and silently held out a large, semi-webbed hand. Stiles stared into piercing pale eyes before turning to where the entourage watched them intently. 

He dropped his head to stare at his own skin once more, still ruddy from dried juice. Again his sense of time went wonky, his mind skittering and skip-skip-skipping like a smudged dvd. In his peripheral vision the creature began to fidget and he glanced up to see discomfort on the somewhat reassuringly discernible features. Huh. Stiles met that keen gaze and exhaled slowly, reaching out to him with his left hand while popping the last two strawberries into his mouth with his right. Why the fuck not? At least whatever this was would be interesting. 

The flesh was warmer than he expected and he marveled as the rubbery, alien extremity surrounded his and he was pulled to his feet like he weighed nothing at all. 

He was led toward the water, which duh, he should’ve expected, and stopped several feet away. The creature didn’t let go, but didn’t drag him either, just stared at him with an unreadable expression. Stiles looked back and forth between the bright, little settlement behind him and the murky, unforgiving expanse ahead. 

With shaking hands he started unzipping his jacket, warm fingers finally slipping away to allow him to take it off. He was glad that he left his phone and wallet tucked away back at his cheap, four person room at Gjestehuset 102. Quickly, he removed everything except his T-shirt and underwear, shivering immediately. It’s not like more layers would keep him warm where he was going and it’d only make moving around harder. 

You really think that’ll be a concern? 

He threw his bundled up clothing back up the beach as far as he could, but doubted that he’d ever wear them again.

The creature took his hand once more and he gasped when his feet touched the water. Fuck that was freezing. Intellectually, he knew that it would be, but nothing could compare to feeling it. On his ankles and calves, his knees and thighs. His whole body clenched when he waded further still and he was pretty sure that his balls had been permanently relocated inside his body. The others watched him curiously as he hyperventilated, teeth chattering.

The chill was already deep in his bones and he wondered how long it’d take for hypothermia to set in, trying to remember what he’d read before. What was it about water and the air temperature? Five degrees or so above the daily low? If that was the case it was probably around 40 degrees. And 40 degrees meant... 

He tried to visualize the chart in his head. 40 degrees meant 10-20 minutes before muscle weakening and loss of coordination. It had only been one or two so far, right?

When it came up to his stomach the fear kicked in, the natural dread land animals had for the depths from which they once came, but could no longer call home. The ocean held no mercy in its heart for its endemic children much less those long estranged.

Stiles tried to calm himself, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. Cold shock, right. That part should go away soon. Breathe. In and out, in and out. Nice and slow, bring it down.

They suddenly drew to a stop and he opened his eyes. The Sea Dude was already gorgeous, but then he smiled and it was brilliant. Breathtaking. 

If Stiles was a normal person he would’ve swooned or something, but he’d known too many killers who loved to smile and he couldn’t help thinking Anglerfish-ass man despite the whole not being a hideous abyss dweller with a dangling lure thing. (Or was he?) It was kinda too late for second thoughts, though. 

The smile fell from that overcast sky-hued face, replaced by what appeared to be puzzlement and then concern. Long fingers connected at the second knuckle rose toward his temple and Stiles tried not to flinch. 

There was a sensation of tendrils slither-swimming through his head like octopi, multi-limbed and picking through his disparate thoughts. Twisting into nooks and crannies. Words that weren’t words echoed in his head as the creature frowned.

I’m not going to eat you. 

Strangely enough Stiles hadn’t truly thought that he would, though he probably should have given it real consideration after his run in with the wendigo. He was assuming more of an inexplicable murderous ritual if harm was intended rather than wanting him for the merman snack bar. Perhaps a drowning fetish.

The creature shook his head with exasperation, a reaction that Stiles was all too familiar with, but then he let out a musical, effervescent laugh and grasped his hand again, tugging him further into the deep. 

Come.

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

The Depths

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49610386 by TriskHellion The ocean called to him no matter where he’d gone on this journey, ever since he fled with a backpack and a shiny new passport. It didn’t matter that the water was frigid and foreboding even in the summer, that he currently had on multiple layers for today’s high of 46 degrees, which felt colder still from the wind. He’d been here for a few days now, repeatedly visiting the same stretch of Adventfjorden. Advent Bay. Sometimes it felt like he was being watched, could swear he caught movement in the rippling waves, but that was nothing new with the echoes in his mind. Call it figments of his imagination, products of hyper-vigilance and paranoia or straight up hallucinations. Little slips in reality between consciousness and dreaming. As long as it wasn’t that. As long as it wasn’t him. Words: 1534, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Mead Moons Series Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Sea Creature Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Alternate Universe, Supernatural stuff goes down in Beacon Hills but the Hales aren't there, Cuz they're in the water thousands of miles away lol, Getting Together, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Explicit Sexual Content, Europe, Norway (Country) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49610386

[dream-world-universe]

RV Lance ois the research vessel of Polarinstituttet, the Norwegian Polar Research Institute. Here at the Svalbard archipelago (Adventfjorden)

RV Lance - Wikidata

Norwegian Research Vessel R/V Lance

The Norwegian research vessel R/V Lance as captured by the Digital Mapping System during an Operation IceBridge flight on March 19, 2015.

The Norwegian research vessel R/V Lance as captured by the Digital Mapping System during an Operation IceBridge flight on March 19, 2015. IceBridge flew over a survey field established by a science team aboard the Lance as part of the airborne mission’s Arctic 2015 campaign. Credits: NASA/IceBridge/DMS

Link to associated news item

Norwegian Research Vessel R/V Lance - NASA

RV Lance - An Important Norwegian Marine Vessel

"The Lance was launched in 1978 as a combined fishing and sealing vessel for arctic waters. At the time she proved too large and expensive to run, and her career as a fishing vessel was brief. Seeing Lance’s potential for other tasks, the Norwegian Hydrographic Service acquired her in 1981, and she was rebuilt to meet requirements as a hydrographic survey vessel also suitable for research, expeditions and oil recovery purposes. She was rebuilt again in 1992 to meet requirements for research expeditions in the Antarctic and the Arctic. The Norwegian Hydrographic Service operated Lance until 1994, using her both as a survey vessel and as a research vessel for the Norwegian Polar Institute and other institutions. In 1994 she was handed over to the Norwegian Polar Institute. In the period 1995-2000 Lance also served as a coastguard vessel in the Barents Sea for parts of the year (hence the grey colour scheme in some pictures)." - from the Lance website.

A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to meet up with two APECS Council members, Alexey Pavlov (Russia) and Ella Darlington (UK) after they returned from a cruise in the Arctic onboard the Norwegian ship, the R/V Lance. Alexey and Ella along with Paul Dodd gave me a nice tour of this old, but sturdy vessel, which perhaps some of you have been on. 

Association of Polar Early Career Scientists - RV Lance - An Important Norwegian Marine Vessel (apecs.is)

The Norwegian research vessel Lance is stuck in the Arctic ice, 2015

[lutnistas]

Adventfjorden - Svalbard ( Spitsbergen ) 

[pastart]

Reuben Wu (2017)

[compassgr]

Σβάλμπαρντ-εκεί όπου οι πολικές αρκούδες κυριαρχούν Το αρχιπέλαγος του Σβάλμπαρντ είναι το βορειότερο αρχιπέλαγος στον κόσμο. Το 60% του αρχιπελάγους είναι παγετώνες, ενώ στα νησιά υπάρχουν πολλά βουνά και φιόρδ. Επτά Εθνικά Πάρκα και είκοσι τρία καταφύγια καλύπτουν τα 2/3 του αρχιπελάγους και προστατεύουν το, σε μεγάλο βαθμό, ανέπαφο αλλά εύθραυστο φυσικό περιβάλλον. Ο μεγαλύτερος οικισμός είναι το Λογκγέαρμπγεν (Longyearbyen) στο νησί Σπιτσβέργη. Σβάλμπαρντ στην κυριολεξία σημαίνει "κρύα άκρη", ένα εύστοχο όνομα γι' αυτήν την άκρη της Γης. Το κλίμα είναι αρκτικό, με δροσερά καλοκαίρια (μέσος όρος θερμοκρασίας του Ιουλίου 6,1 °C) και κρύους χειμώνες (μέσος όρος θερμοκρασίας του Ιανουαρίου -15,8 °C). Ένας ιδιαίτερος τόπος, στον οποίο απόλυτοι κυρίαρχοι είναι όχι οι άνθρωποι αλλά οι πολικές αρκούδες. Η κυριαρχία τους φαίνεται και από τον πληθυσμό τους: 4.000 περίπου αρκούδες έναντι 2.700 ανθρώπων. Τάρανδοι, αρκτικές αλεπούδες, φάλαινες,φώκιες, δελφίνια, θαλάσσιοι ελέφαντες και πολλά θαλασσοπούλια κατοικούν επίσης σε αυτό το απομακρυσμένο μέρος του πλανήτη. Discover Svalbard! Ask COMPASS! We care. www.compassteam.gr | t. 2310818111 #compassgr #svalbard #norway #spitsbergen #archipelago #polarbears #adventfjorden #tempelfjorden #arcticocean #northpole #arcticfox #reindeer #tourism #barentsburg #dockhouse #longyearbyen #discovernorway #visitnorthpole #sealion #arcticlife (at Spitsbergen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6pgWjXFW4h/?igshid=1e8l7uoccmtkf

[grzegorz-szymanski]

Zaległy post! A już w piątek 16.08.2019 przystąpiliśmy do ostatniego zlecenia transportu trzech geologów czeskich z Longyearbyen do Polskiej Stacji Polarnej imienia Stanisława Siedleckiego w Hornsundzie. A potem już przed nami droga powrotna do Polski. http://eur-share.inreach.garmin.com/magnuszaremba https://www.marinetraffic.com/en/ais/home/shipid:316513/zoom:14 https://www.vesselfinder.com/?mmsi=261025570 https://www.sailwx.info/shiptrack/shipposition.phtml?call=SPG3930 #Arktyka #Arktyka2019 #MagnusZaremba #gorączkapolarna #Svalbard #Spitsbergen #SpitsbergenZachodni #NordenskiöldLand #Isfjorden #Adventfjorden #Adventpynten #Longyearbyen #LYR #ZiemiaWedelJarslberga #WedelJarlsbergLand #Hornsund #Isbjørnhamna #ZatokaBiałegoNiedźwiedzia #Krosvika #Hansvika #PolskaStacjaPolarna #PolskaStacjaPolarnaHornsund #IGFPAN #InstytutGeofizykiPolskiejAkademiiNauk #IGF #InstytutGeofizyki #PAN #PolskaAkademiaNauk #geografia #geologia #Arctic #Arctic2019 #arcticsyndrome #Isfjord #Adventfjord #PortofLongyearbyen #PolishPolarStationHornsund #PolishPolarStation #PolishAcademyofSciences #IGPAS #InstituteofGeophysicsPolishAcademyofSciences #CatS61 #geography #geology #geografi #geologi (w: Port of Longyearbyen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1lbIvNoZdk/?igshid=dxontchkcadq

[ingeborgd]

#humpbackwhale #knølhval #arctic #polar #adventfjorden #svalbard https://www.instagram.com/p/BzXkqgni8eO/?igshid=1qzscavnjrmur

[pyromantic-with-a-p]

Hottelneset. I am a peninsula 1 to 2 kilometres north-west of Longyearbyen in Svalbard, Norway, sticking out into Adventfjorden

ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the  trollsteineggje mountain in norway

[ryan-shockey-davis-official]

A Land of Geology Part 1: Camping in the Arctic

A Land of Geology Part 1: Camping in the Arctic

Author’s note/ statement of purpose: I’ve seen many guides about traveling to Svalbard written by well to do people with actual jobs and incomes. However, I’m a 24-year-old barista with a BA in English and very little money. However, I was determined not to let that stop me from seeing one of the most remote vacation destinations on the planet. This article is for people like me traveling to this…

[superbnature]

Adventfjorden and Opera Mountain by PerUnoBelle

[stumbleimg]

Adventfjorden, Norway. Long exposure during the ongoing polar night. [5095x3397] [OC]

[lutnistas]

polar night on Svalbard ( Spitsbergen ) 

[whiskeygin23]

Adventfjorden and Opera Mountain by PerUnoBelle

[grzegorz-szymanski]

Zaległy post! W czwartek 15.08.2019 pożegnaliśmy się z grupą osób współpracujących z Uniwersytetem Śląskim, którzy działali w ramach projektu naukowo-badawczego Warming of the Arctic - Tracing Changes by Three Generations. Zajmowali się recesją lodowców uchodzących do morza, że szczególnym uwzględnieniem otwierania się cieśniny między Morze Grenlandzkim a Morzem Barentsa przez Hornsund. Wszystko przebiegło pomyślnie dzięki zaangażowaniu i bogatemu doświadczeniu wybitnego i znanego glacjologa prof. zw. dr hab. Jacka Jani. Z taką wspaniałą grupą współpraca to przyjemność. Mamy nadzieję, że zobaczymy się razem w przyszłym roku. Dziękujemy Wam za wspólnie spędzony czas! http://eur-share.inreach.garmin.com/magnuszaremba https://www.marinetraffic.com/en/ais/home/shipid:316513/zoom:14 https://www.vesselfinder.com/?mmsi=261025570 https://www.sailwx.info/shiptrack/shipposition.phtml?call=SPG3930 #Arktyka #Arktyka2019 #MagnusZaremba #gorączkapolarna #Svalbard #Spitsbergen #SpitsbergenZachodni #NordenskiöldLand #Isfjorden #Adventfjorden #Adventpynten #Longyearbyen #LYR #ZiemiaWedelJarslberga #WedelJarlsbergLand #Hornsund #SørkappLand #Hambergbukta #Hambergbreen #RIS #ResearchInSvalbard #UniwersytetŚląski #UŚ #UniwersytetŚląski #UniwersytetSlaski #WNoZ #WydziałNaukoZiemi #WydzialNaukoZiemi #WydziałPrzyrodniczy #WydzialPrzyrodniczy #IG #InstytutGeografii #CentrumStudiówPolarnych #CentumStudiowPolarnych #geografia #geomorfologia #glacjologia #Arctic #Arctic2019 #arcticsyndrome #Isfjord #Adventfjord #PortofLongyearbyen #UniversityofSilesia #FacultyofEarthSciences #CentreforPolarStudies #CatS61 #geography #geomorphology #glaciology #geografi #geomorfologi #glaciologi (w: Port of Longyearbyen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1lYkUuIBgL/?igshid=ix2quk05tta3

[wish-to-be-there]

Adventfjorden and Opera Mountain by PerUnoBelle