Ragnarök Imagines and Preferences

Only Your Sins Know

Fjor Jutul

The ancient, childish giant gave you the cold shoulder the entire ride to the cafe. Saxa kept playfully bumping your shoulder in an attempt to get you two to talk, but Fjor ignored all of your attempts.

Gry innocently sat in the front seat with her arms crossed as the Icelandic metal was turned to the highest volume in the Volvo to drain out your voice. Fjor's idea, of course.

The Volvo was thrown into park at a parking space beside Jenny's ride and you four made your way into the restaurant. Hilde had already claimed a booth and ordered food for the massive group by the time you arrived and slid into the booth beside Saxa. Fjor glared at you and plastered his resting-bitch face on, so as not to be bothered.

Laurits enters the diner and slides in beside you, giving a cheeky smile.

You hear Jenny question Gry about a boyfriend, but nothing registers with your hearing until she up and leaves. "So what about you, Y/N? Any boyfriends we should know about?"

"Fjor and I have kind-of been an item for a few months." You smile, watching Fjor interact with Gry out the corner of your eye. "I'm surprised you haven't noticed."

Fjor stalks back into the diner and wrenches you out of the booth. He drags you to the bathroom and locks the door. "Gry is confused. And I don't know how to handle her."

"You dragged me in here to have a girl talk?" You sound surprised.

"I can't decide who I love more."

"Ah, you're caught in a love triangle. But honestly, Gry has had some wet dreams about you." You smirk, grabbing his attention. "She's just thirsting after you with fake feelings."

"Did you read her?"

"Well, duh. I read everyone." You grab his hand. "And you're leaning towards me right now."

"I'm staying by your side. No more fake feelings." His gaze turns glassy and he falls under your spell that lasted months. 

"I should put that on a t-shirt." You chuckle.

"I love you." He leans in and leaves a longing kiss on your lips.

"Aww. I love you too."