"We fix. Pretty boy never pussy." Vars told the Brit and he would try to help with whatever it was that Viktor needed. The rest he furrowed his brows at because there was slang in there and he made a best guess. "Father in fight?"
Banged up sounded like a fight and it left the Norwegian to wonder if he was in the hospital or something. Maybe it was the police that beat him? That would explain the desire to burn them. Vars isn't really sure at the moment.
"Speak Norwegian easier." If Viktor had a rough time reading English maybe reading Norwegian would be too much. Vars thought nothing of it. He had tried to learn to read English and failed more than once. He's reluctant to let the Brit go but gives him enough space to pull back as far as he wants.
Then there are those words. Vars' eyes snap up to Viktor's face as his heart starts to pound in his chest. He both wanted to hear those words and was terrified of them. A wary moment of staring passes with Vars' pupil's dilated from near terror. His mind is reeling through the pain of his heartbreak. Trine had crushed part of him when she left and he'd managed to start a fix. Those words brought up a desire to guard himself against more pain.
The fear comes out in a ragged breath but the hell with it. Vars grabs Viktor pulling him roughly into a fiery kiss. He's desperately in love with the Brit but so heartbroken still, even after years, that he can't bear to repeat them back.
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Banged up sounded like a fight and it left the Norwegian to wonder if he was in the hospital or something. Maybe it was the police that beat him? That would explain the desire to burn them. Vars isn't really sure at the moment.
"Speak Norwegian easier." If Viktor had a rough time reading English maybe reading Norwegian would be too much. Vars thought nothing of it. He had tried to learn to read English and failed more than once. He's reluctant to let the Brit go but gives him enough space to pull back as far as he wants.
Then there are those words. Vars' eyes snap up to Viktor's face as his heart starts to pound in his chest. He both wanted to hear those words and was terrified of them. A wary moment of staring passes with Vars' pupil's dilated from near terror. His mind is reeling through the pain of his heartbreak. Trine had crushed part of him when she left and he'd managed to start a fix. Those words brought up a desire to guard himself against more pain.
The fear comes out in a ragged breath but the hell with it. Vars grabs Viktor pulling him roughly into a fiery kiss. He's desperately in love with the Brit but so heartbroken still, even after years, that he can't bear to repeat them back.