Meet up with an axe thrower

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor was looking forward to meeting back up with Aksel the Norwegian axe thrower and Vars' close friend. The Brit punk had first met the other man back during his trip to Norway with Vars. Just taking in the culture and seeing what the punk scene was like over the pond so to speak. Now, Viktor is on his way to the communal area to meet Aksel in the flesh once more.

Here's hoping they could axe throw once more and get drunk together. Of course, Vars should be invited first before anyone started chugging any booze. Viktor wouldn't have it any other way.

"Aksel? You around here, mate?"

The pyromaniac coming in wearing his thick leather jacket, boots, faded black jeans and a fire coloured fabric neckerchief around his neck. Some thick-set heavy metal chains attached to his jeans pockets and a detailed Zippo lighter hanging below his belt also adorned the singer. He leaned into the punk aesthetic heavily.

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[fenririsgod]

Aksel was relaxing, feet up on the table and relaxing with a drink now that the chaos had moved on for now. He looked up when he heard his name.

"Hey." Aksel was somewhere between punk, goth, and glam with his leather pants and boots but the shirt was silk and more feminine. He wore dark eye liner and the wild black hair that could be goth or glam. He didn't care what people thought of his mixed style.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor was definitely more bad boy punk mixed with hard rock elements in what he wore. A pyromaniac covered in chains, faded denim, ripped shirts and leather. Fuck what anyone else thought of him.

"Good to see you again. It is you. The bloke who taught me how to throw a knife back in Norway."

It had been a while but non the less, Viktor was happy to see the Norwegian. Now, to test out what he'd learnt since then. Being with Vars had helped the punk learn the language albeit slowly.

"Du klar til å bli fucked up på sprit med meg?"

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Aksel stood to give the other punk a hug. He was more or less a brother at this point. Vars, he considered a brother, and from what the blonde Norwegian had been saying this was a very serious, maybe permanent partner.

"norsken din blir bedre." Aksel remembered that when they last met the group had to speak English for the Brit, though he isn't surprised at all that Vars had taught him the language.

"I've been drinking." Aksel was comfortable speaking either language at this point. He'd also been working on his English since they last met.

[hellfire_andfury]

The hug wasn't expected and caught Viktor a little off-guard but he did lean into it, slapping the other man on the back in greeting. He often forgot that other cultures did more hugging than Brits did.

"Thanks for saying that, mate. My English is often shit but Vars says I'm getting better at learning Norwegian."

That made up for something, didn't it? Viktor didn't really go to school much but right now he was learning more than he ever did as a child.

"Looks like I'm the bastard who needs to be playing catch up. How was your flight over here?"

The punk now pulling a bottle of vodka from the bar and uncorking it, taking a few long gulps while sitting down with Aksel.

[fenririsgod]

Aksel sat back down. He's drinking a mix of vodka and Norwegian mulled apple cider.

"I sleep on long plane flights." Aksel was relatively wide awake since he slept most of the way over from Norway.

"How have you been? Are your US shows going well?"

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"Good idea. Best thing to do because you can't really fucking do anything else except get drunk. I just drank so much I passed out so slept most of the time."

Viktor had been performing a lot with the Hell's Angels up on stage and enjoying how LA life had been treating him. They'd had a good few shows and the money was definitely rolling in thanks to Tom and everyone else managing the tour.

"We've been having some really good shows here. Decent crowds. The tour is going well, yeah."

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"That's good to hear. They're renovating the bar and upgrading the sound and light systems so I have a few weeks free." It was nice to have time off. He often felt more busy now than when he had been touring.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Oh yeah, you work at a bar, don't you? We didn't really get to talk much because I was only over in Norway for a short hop during a break in our tour."

Viktor drank some more booze and nodded.

"Good you've got some time off to hang out with Vars and me. I've improved my fire bomb making since last time."

The punk fiddling with the steel Zippo lighter at the top of his belt. If Aksel was keen-eyed he'd notice Viktor's band around his wrist from Vars.

[fenririsgod]

"Still the same one." Aksel confirmed. He'd been working there for quite a long time now.

The Norwegian started to laugh. "You're with someone who makes bombs. I'd be surprised if you hadn't."

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"Yeah, Vars. He taught me how to make napalm and that stuff is the fucking shit. I've got to watch out for Tom though because he'll kick my ass if I set anything on fire near the apartments."

Viktor knew better than to set napalm off anywhere near the tour apartments. So, he went out with Vars on the bike to let it off somewhere without pissing anyone off. That, or perhaps testing it out on a few parked cop cars.

"So, what are you up to now, mate?"

The Brit was curious.

[fenririsgod]

"It's good advice. Never start a fire too close to home."

Home should always stay safe from ones criminal activities. After all, Aksel had done plenty in his time.

"Nothing much. The girl I was with when we met skipped out and work is quiet." Aksel was unbothered by most things. "I haven't seen Vars since you both visited and wanted to catch a show. I haven't seen the Hammers play in awhile."

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"Yeah, you're right about that, mate. I knew all that back when I was on the street in with my gang."

Viktor never set fire to any of his bombs until he was well away from the encampment he'd built with his gang members. A wooden shed-like building they'd lived in for a few years before Viktor eventually got himself enough money to move into an apartment.

"Sorry to hear about your girl. That's fucking rough. I've been there a few times myself with women. Vars is all I want now. Blokes are much easier than girls."

[fenririsgod]

"it's important for any gang." Aksel agreed.

Soon he shrugged at the comment about his girlfriend. "It wasn't anything serious."

The Norwegian started to laugh. "You know, I never thought Vars would get together with a guy. We tried to date after his divorce and it was a stupid idea."

It had been an experiment and more an idea of trying to soothe his best friend after heartbreak.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Sometimes it isn't serious."

Viktor knew that all relationships weren't serious unless it was someone you really loved and wanted to be with. A one night stand or messing about wasn't being serious. The Brit nodded in agreement then frowned a little at Aksel's words. He had tried to date Vars after his divorce. Why did the punk feel jealousy all of a sudden? It was more he'd never heard anyone dating Vars except that bitch, Trine.

"Oh yeah? I never knew Vars was into blokes before me."

[fenririsgod]

Aksel could hear the jealousy, almost feel the heaviness in the air from it.

'Not many." Aksel admitted. "It was a matter of the shit at the time. I thought I was going to lose him to the darkness after that bitch left."

He assumed Viktor didn't need an explanation to who the bitch was. Though he motioned at the bracelet that Viktor wore. "I see this is serious."

Vars wouldn't give away something he was rarely without unless Viktor meant a lot.

[hellfire_andfury]

"That fucking bitch. I met her, in a way anyway. Smashed my phone up after she talked to me on it. Sent a load of shitty messages so me and Vars drove up to a billboard with her ugly whore mug on it and burnt it down."

Viktor smirked at that. It had been a good day for stress relief and burning down Trine's billboard.

"Yeah, it is, mate. We're engaged."

The punk looked down at his bracelet and touched it gently.

[fenririsgod]

"That's how most of us react to her."

Aksel knew most of his pack wanted to gut that woman, even now. He turned to the booze bottles and started pouring drinks.

"Seems like congratulatory drinks are in order."

[hellfire_andfury]

"She deserves to burn for what shit she's caused. Fucking whore."

Viktor just didn't want to talk about her anymore so focused on the drinks Aksel was now pouring. Time to get trashed. The more he drank, the more he could forget about that bitch.

"What are we drinking, mate? I pick vodka usually but I drink Mule with Vars a lot."

Unlike Mick, Viktor didn't strip naked and talk about pussy. He just got rowdy and started a lot of boisterous playfights.

[fenririsgod]

"Brandy. An old bandmate makes it." Aksel had brought a few bottles because he knew Vars enjoyed it. But the other punk surely wouldn't mind Aksel haring a bottle with his partner.

He passed a glass over to Viktor. "Skål"

He raised his glass and then once Viktor did Aksel went on. "Til en ny bror i flokken."

[hellfire_andfury]

"Nice one. Not drank brandy in a long time. We used to keep a bottle back at the gang camp in case one of us had a wound to disinfect."

Viktor used to live a rough life and knew he couldn't just roll up into a hospital if he cut his leg open, so relied on other means of medication to heal himself. Usually, his gang members bandaging him up.

"Jeg vil gjerne være en annen ulv i flokken din."

The punk's Norwegian was a little shaky but at least he could string a whole sentence together now.

[fenririsgod]

"We drink it a lot."

Aksel was impressed with but not surprised that Viktor could speak Norwegian.

"Well, I don't imagine I have a choice." Aksel took a big drink then laughed. "Vars would kick my ass all the way back to Norway if I said no."

[hellfire_andfury]

"So do me and Vars."

There were a few who didn't drink on the tour for reasons but most of the rock star drank in some capacity, some more than others. Viktor was one of the heavier drinkers along with Joe, Aarne and the crazy drunks.

"I've been a lone wolf pretty much most of my life until I met my "pack." My gang. They helped look after me when I ran away from home. It was fucking rough but I had to get away."

Viktor had bad memories and didn't want to bring them up, especially his father.

"Let's get trashed, mate."

[fenririsgod]

"I know Vars does. I've known him since he was a teenager."

They had a long friendship, that had occasionally ventured into other things, but Aksel is glad to see Vars happy. He hopes this will be a stable and long term relationship. Vars needed it and deserved it.

"We've had a few runaways come to us. It isn't uncommon but I'm glad you found a safe group."

Not ever street group is a safe group.

"Sure." Aksel leaned forward and refilled both of their glasses.