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 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."

[hellfire_andfury]

"You calling me a fucking fidget?"

Viktor grinned and was joking around with Mikkel whilst staying still because the punk knew the Dane had to have a still hand whilst putting the lines on. How many others had come for one recently?

"How many of the others have come to you?"

[oprorsk_sode]

"You seem like you would be."

Mikkel was being honest though his focus was more on the lines than talking.

"I think you are the eighth?" Mikkel had lost count but he felt like that was right. "I don't mind. I've always liked drawing."

[hellfire_andfury]

"I don't like sitting still much but I can for this."

Viktor looked down as Mikkel worked and did his best to stay still for the Dane because he didn't want to fuck up his tattoo. So, there were quite a few before him. This didn't surprise Viktor because he knew a lot of the band members had tattoos.

"What was the last design you drew for someone?"

[oprorsk_sode]

"I don't like being still usually."

It was something he and the Brit had in common. Mikkel kept his hand on Viktor's forearm as he worked so he would have some warning before the Brit might move.

"I did some runes on Harald but I'm working on drawing something for Billy." He was working with the other Brit to design something. "I might do something small on Fredrik and Sigurd."

[hellfire_andfury]

"Sitting still is fucking bullshit, mate. Getting up and doing things is better."

Viktor watched what the Dane was doing and knew he'd have to sit still for this. The punk's desire to get up and cause chaos was stilled for the moment at least. It seemed Mikkel had plenty of work with the band members.

"Harald is a huge fucking Viking bloke. He's got a real axe that looks decent. What tattoo did he get? Something Viking?"

The Brit had respect for Harald because he was big and strong.

[oprorsk_sode]

"Sitting still is how you die."

Mikkel mentioned it off hand but he felt that so much when he was still back in Denmark. Maybe that would fade with time but not yet.

"He's hot." Mikkel kept his eyes on the work when he said that but the Brit might catch his cheeks pinking up from that admission. "The axe on his forearm."

He was sure that Viktor had likely seen it since Harald often had bared arms.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Die? Not if I get to the fuckers trying to kill me first."

Viktor knew sitting still was bullshit but Mikkel had a valid point about doing nothing when there were assholes out to get you. The punk had cops chasing his ass and authorities which could suck balls.

"Fuck them. You're a decent dancer and tattooist. No one will hurt you here, mate. We're family."

The Brit meant those words.

"Axes are fucking cool."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel shrugged. "I don't think I'll ever be free of the fuckers after me."

It was what he believed. Rik's dad would chase them to the ends of the Earth probably.

"Sigurd worries about the dancing because of the men and ... boys aren't allowed. He doesn't want me in jail." Mikkel knew the Swede worried way more than he should. "But I like dancing. It's the first thing I was ever good at."

Mikkel nodded. "I've used them and bows before but I like throwing knives. I was going to ask Damien to teach me."

[hellfire_andfury]

"If any of those fuckers show their face when I'm around I'll burn them to the ground."

Viktor was serious about this. No one attacked or abused his friends and they'd have Vars and all the others to deal with too. Mikkel was still just a kid and Viktor liked how he kicked balls in all the right places when dealing with a shit world.

"Fucking stupid rules, mate. Blokes should be able to dance too. I've been in jail and it's fucking boring and shit."

How many times now? He lost count.

[oprorsk_sode]

"They already have." Mikkel sighed while feeling the stress building up.

"They're trying to take us back to Denmark, I think." He frowned and focused on tattooing.

"They sent my brother to jail for what they did Rik and I. He almost died there." Mikkel didn't like jail and he paused the tattooing to stroke the Brit's upper arm gently, in support. "I've been dancing since I was 13. Fuck them."

Mikkel had a huge rebellious streak that had let him survive.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Fuck 'em. I'll beat them up if I see any of them."

Viktor was all for protecting his friends and tour mates any day. These Dane wankers that were Mikkel's family sounded like right assholes. The punk easy to rile up would soon end up in a fight with one if they dared appear in front of Viktor.

"Shit. That's rough. Ansgar? That bloke deserves a fucking medal after living through that hellhole. The pigs are shitheads and don't listen to you."

The Brit just shook his head and tried not to get too worked up because he didn't want to wreck his tattoo.

[oprorsk_sode]

"My brother and sister are the only reason I survived." Mikkel mentioned while working. He loved his brother for so much more than being family. He could feel Viktor tensing up and thought they should change the subject.

"What have you and Vars been up to?"

[hellfire_andfury]

"We've been riding around on the bike, making bombs, getting smashed on vodka, doing good shit."

Viktor liked that he could do the things he wanted with a man who was equal-minded as him. The bonus being that Vars was also a fucking Norwegian badass too.

"I've been making a flamethrower with him too. Napalm. It's fucking cool."

[oprorsk_sode]

"I like Vodka too."

Mikkel was glad that Viktor was calming down a little. It made the tattooing easier.

"Vars is a good man. I like spending time with him."

[hellfire_andfury]

"Vodka is about the only booze I like to drink. Everything else tastes like shit to me, except maybe Akvavit. That stuff is fucking decent."

Viktor liked how fast it got you wrecked. He stayed still as much as he could while Mikkel worked on his tattoo, which looked really good so far.

"Vars is a fucking legend, mate. I really love him."

[oprorsk_sode]

"Fredrik and I drink a lot of vodka, and mead."

As Viktor stayed still Mikkel could work a bit faster. He did stop and poke at the bracelet Viktor wore.

"We all know what this means." Mikkel went back to the the tattoo. "Is that commitment or an engagement ring... bracelet?"

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor looked down at where Mikkel poked at his bracelet and felt a pang of warmth inside. Vars had given him this and it was special---just as special as an engagement ring. They were together and that meant forever.

"Yeah, instead of a ring he gave me a bracelet. It's fucking badass and Viking."

The punk adored it and was very sentimental over it even though he rarely showed his emotions.

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel smiled and glanced up mischievously at the Brit.

"Betyr det at du er hans kone?" He winked as he worked. He's teasing but Viktor did get the 'ring'.

[hellfire_andfury]

Mikkel's words caused the punk to look up and frown. Did he just say wife? Kone. The punk narrowed his eyes and felt like poking the Dane in the arm but had to stay still.

"Fuck off----jeg er ingens kone."

He liked to think of himself as equal to Vars and be his husband.

"Jeg er den samme som ham. Mannen hans."

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel knew he was ruffling the punk's feathers. "Come on."

Mikkel smiled and stopped working and grinned. "I know what it is like to have a quiet little grouch who takes care of his pissy assed brat."

The Dane started to giggle. It had just dawned on him that the two had similar relationships and it was funny in a way. It also made Mikkel feel less alone oddly.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Come on, what?"

Viktor just stared at Mikkel, defiant in his expression before cracking into a grin. What the boy was saying rang true in many ways but fuck if the punk would freely admit that. He saw his relationship with Vars as special and somewhat private in the bedroom.

"Quiet little grouch? Vars? Fuck, mate. That man talks a lot when he's drunk. I suppose I do too."

As for pissy-assed brat---Viktor didn't want to ask who that might be.

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel started to laugh and went back to working on the tattoo.

"Not much different than my grouch." He thought it was cute. "He even likes pissy blonde brats with nice legs."

Mikkel winked at the punk, teasing but it's friendly.