The request:
Author's Notes | Ok! I'll follow the same model of "Striper" with a single situation for them all.
Ivar's birthday is close and the brothers decided to call a girl and set up a date for him on the city brothel. The woman on the other side of the phone warranted them she would have the perfect girl for him. On the settled day, the brothers are taking a moody Ivar to the brothel, annoyed and complaining he doesn't need this kind of thing just because he is in a wheelchair...
Info | Requested by lol-haha-joke
⁑ Warnings: Cursing.
Ivar gets into the room already annoyed but he is totally surprised by his sister's figure. His face twists into a disgusted smile and he starts to turn the chair.
"Put your damn clothes on. I'll be waiting for you outside."
Sigurd was trying to convince his older brothers to peek the room, just to be sure Ivar is not doing anything stupid with the girl and they will not have to pay more for her to fix damages when he sees Ivar coming back. He was already ready for a joke about the "rabbit speed" when he sees his sister right after Ivar. And it shocks him completely.
His expression and his sudden silence, calls the attention of the other brothers around him and they all turn to see what's going on.
Hvitserk looks at her in disbelief.
"What the fuck is going on here and why the hell are you dressed in these clothes?" he first asks, giving almost no time for anyone to answer.
His anger is almost touchable.
"This is the work you were complaining about? Uh? Is money from this you were using to buy me my last birthday gift and all that shit for Sigurd's party? Is that it? I can't fucking believe you did this!"
Ubbe tries to calm everyone down, but his disappointment is clear in his eyes. He can barely look at his sister so he focuses on trying to cool Hvitserk's explosion.
"C' mon Hvitserk. We should do things slowly. Let's go home, talk there, with cold heads. She must have a reason for this. She would never do it with us, with herself, without a good reason" he says, almost trying to console himself in his words to Hvitserk.
Björn restrained his emotions with a small sigh, throwing his coat over his sister's shoulders to cover what of her body the small clothes aren't covering.
In the end, all the girls there are someone's sisters, daughters, cousins... Who is he to judge?
"You're making quite a drama over a simple situation: it is her body. If she wanted to sell it, none of us should tell a word. I just think she could have trusted us to talk with us about her decision whatever causes this to happen. We're her brothers and I wish she could trust us a little more."
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