Tattoo You [for oprorsk_sode]

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor had been thinking about getting a new tattoo recently because he'd been itching at his right bicep wanting something there since he'd already got tattoos on his ass cheek and left bicep. The one on his ass being a depiction of Lucifer's cock, albeit a very crude one. The real Lucifer saying it wasn't big enough to be his actual cock.

So now the punk was walking to find Mikkel, hopefully inside his room with the other Danes or drinking somewhere in the apartments. The Dane was good at tattoos so Viktor wanted him to do it rather than pay some fucking mug out on the Strip. Knocking twice, Viktor waited because he didn't know if Mikkel was naked with his Swede or whatever inside.

"Mikkel? You in there?"

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[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel heard the knocking and pulled himself from where he was napping on the couch. He's in just his hot pants when he comes to the door rubbing his eyes. He is surprised to see Viktor standing out there and blinks a few times.

"What do you want?" His words aren't harsh, more tired and just woken up.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor noticed the boy standing in just hot pants and he seemed sleepy and cranky. Was the older Swede in there? Had they just fucked and he'd burst in at the wrong time? The punk wasn't sure but had his hands buried in his jeans pockets as he gave the Dane a nod in greeting.

"I was thinking of getting a new tattoo. Think you'd be up for doing me one? I'd rather you than some fucking shit head on the Strip ripping me off."

The truth being Viktor had seen Mikkel's tattoos on the other band members and liked his style.

[oprorsk_sode]

Sigurd and Fredrik keeping him up plus his job did have something to do with his early afternoon sleepiness. He wasn't angry just grouchy when he woke up sometimes.

"I can." Mikkel shuffled away, leaving the door open, to head to the kitchen for coffee. On his way, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes wti light up. He needed to get his head together. "What do you want?"

[hellfire_andfury]

"Yeah? Fucking decent."

Viktor walked inside, following Mikkel and noticing the boy was going into the kitchen to make a drink. The punk himself pulled out his lighter, which was a present from Vars, and lit up a smoke himself.

"I was thinking about having a molotov cocktail on my right arm."

The Brit wanted something cool and meaningful.

[oprorsk_sode]

"Do you want it in color?" Mikkel was pouring coffee and trying to force himself to wake up since it sounded like he was being commissioned for work.

"Forearm or upper arm?" He was getting the basics while waking up.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Yeah, I'd like it in colour, mate. Makes it more fucking stand out then. No rush though since I've woken you up. I can pay you and everything."

Viktor had brought his wallet along with notes in so that he could pay Mikkel whatever the Dane charged for a tattoo. The question made the Brit think because where on his arm should he have it?

"Good point. I'm thinking forearm because people might see it better then."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel headed back into the living room couch and sat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Cup on the table he pulled out his sketch pad.

"Come here." He motioned for the Brit to join him. He could use some art to distract his mind. "Do you have an hour or so. I can draw it now."

Mikkel was already cranking through ideas in his head. "Is there anything you want included?" Of course a vodka bottle with wick and fire. He had to make it a vodka bottle because that seemed to be what the Brit always used for them. Vars and Viktor often came to collect the empties from Ansgar. Mikkel had noticed.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor joined the Dane on the floor and watched Mikkel pull out his sketch pad to get down some ideas for the tattoo. The punk had a free day today and no performances until tomorrow so he had time for his new tattoo to be done.

"I'm free all day. The vodka bottle with fire and maybe a lighter somewhere on it."

The Brit hadn't thought about where but maybe Mikkel had some ideas of his own.

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel took the forearm size so he knew how much space he had to work with and started sketching. He knew a bit about Viktor and noticed he took interest in Vars' religion.

"Do you want me to put any Nordic or British symbolism?" Mikkel asked. If Viktor didn't know the Norse symbols, Mikkel did and could make some suggestions.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor let Mikkel take all the measurements of his arm and was happy he was soon going to get a new tattoo. As for symbolism, he knew some but not all. It would look cool, wouldn't it? To have some Nordic symbols on his arm along with the molotov cocktail. Vars would appreciate that too.

"Nordic symbols sound fucking cool."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel was working on the bottle and the flames while they spoke and considered what might be appropriate. After a moment he grinned.

"We should put wulfaz in it, and a wick of rope." That made sense to Mikkel given the Brit's partner. He wasn't sure if Viktor knew why that made sense but he did sketch out the rune on the side of the page so he could see what it looked like.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Wulfaz? Is that a wolf?"

Viktor was slowly learning the language and traditions through Vars and the others. It all seemed to make sense and the punk was smiling slightly, understanding that Mikkel knew the ancient traditions. It would be a fucking epic tattoo.

"Yeah----the wick of rope. I like that idea, mate."

[oprorsk_sode]

"Yes, but this one is for Fenrir." He was glad to hear that Viktor was learning though he wasn't surprised. Vars was the only person he could imagine being as religious as himself, Harald and Aarne.

"The rope burning is a sign of freeing Fenrir." Mikkel smiled at the Brit. "You can match Vars then."

Mikkel knew that Vars had the shoulder tattoo that showed Fenrir breaking his chains and ropes. It made sense. "What color fire and booze?"

[hellfire_andfury]

"Fenrir? I've heard of him. Vars worships him. Fucking awesome wolf."

Viktor nodded and was now thinking along the lines of what colour he wanted for his tattoo. The flames and booze colour. Well, vodka was clear so---would that be left without colour?

"Vodka is clear so would no colour be needed for that? The flames I want bright orange and reds."

[oprorsk_sode]

"Yes." Mikkel nodded. "You are protected by Fenrir."

Mikkel knew that Vars would have done that sort of thing already and there was the arm band the Brit was wearing too.

"There would be some light blue for the shadows." Vodka might be clear but there would be some color to show the sloshing of the liquid. Bright flames made sense.

He had the grayscale done with the fire and the rune in the booze bottle label. The fire trailing off like it would when it was actively being thrown, smoke and little sparks of fire trailing off the main fire. He showed it to the Brit.

"Like this?"

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor nodded and was glad he was being protected by Fenrir as he touched his arm band given to him by Vars. It was an engagement present of sorts and much better than a ring in the Brit's eyes.

"Light blue for the shadows sounds good. It looks fucking epic so far."

The punk was pleased with what Mikkel had come up with on his design board. Fuck, it was so cool! Viktor loved the smoke and little sparks coming off of it.

"I like the smoke and sparks."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel knew there were details to add but fire was so organic that individual flames were better to do on the arm.

"If you like this, you can go int the bathroom and wash your arm." Mikkel wouldn't mind working on the Brit now. "I can get my things."

[hellfire_andfury]

"Right, ok."

Viktor got up and went into the bathroom to wash his arm because the tattoo design was fucking perfect. The Dane really was good at what he did and this pleased the Brit. Wait until Vars saw it. Coming back, Viktor wondered where he should sit so that Mikkel could tattoo him.

"Want me on the couch?"

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel went to the kitchen to wash his hands and get his things, inks, tattoo machine, gloves and the rest.

"The dining room table will be easier for a forearm." Mikkel figured he could just rest his arm on the table and the overhead lights were bright. He brought a glass and a pitcher of juice too. He knew Viktor usually drank but juice was better, especially if someone got lightheaded from tattooing.

"I'll need to make the stencil." Mikkel had to shave Viktor's arm where the tattoo would go and put the transfer gel on. While it dried he could make the transfer for getting the design on the skin. While he was doing that, the Dane offered Viktor his ink case. "Why don't you pick out your fire colors?"

[hellfire_andfury]

"Yeah, you're right."

Viktor moved to the table, sitting down and getting ready for his arm to be shaved. The juice was on the table and the punk wondered if it was for him or for them to share. It was a good arrangement either way as the Brit began picking out his fire colours. Deep reds and bright oranges.

"I love the oranges in fire."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel got the transfer done and nodded at the color choice. "We need a white blue for the base."

Mikkel laughed. "Vodka burns blue." He had played around with fire too sometimes. They would need it for highlighting the vodka too.

"Ready?"

[hellfire_andfury]

"Yeah it burns blue but I meant like a big bonfire or burning cop car. Those colours are fucking cool too."

The punk loved fire generally and enjoyed throwing his "bombs" whenever he could, either at made up homemade targets or actual cop cars. Stilling himself, Viktor nodded and readied himself for the tattoo.

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel put the stencil on. While the black stencil dried the Dane pulled back his hair, put on gloves and started pouring out the inks he needed.

"How do you sit for tattoos?" Mikkel asked. It wasn't just pain. Sometimes people needed to stand up or move around because this would take a few hours to finish.

Once all the ink was ready and the needle was in, he waited for the Brit to be ready to start.

[hellfire_andfury]

"I sit with my other arm resting on the table while this one gets done."

Viktor was ok with sitting at the table for hours while his tattoo was being done because he didn't mind the slight discomfort or pain. The man prided himself on being one to take pain in his stride, or so he said. It shouldn't be too uncomfortable though because Mikkel was being professional.

"Don't worry about me, mate. I can take a bit of pain."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel laughed as he started the blackline. "With you, I am more worried about sitting still, like Aarne."

The Fin barely stayed still even when being tattooed. He worked slowly and precisely for the black line. That could make or break a tattoo. "I was wondering when you would come for a tattoo. Most of the people who have one, have talked to me."