helland_damnation | TFLN and Continuations, bitches!

Vars laughed and leaned back into the Brit behind him. It felt good, fuck did it feel good to have him back there. "Someday, take you to Norway see what punks there do."

He realized he just invited the punk to come with him but it was hard not to. His presence sent Vars' emotions in 80 directions at once.

"We meet others at food." Vars took an exit and was slowly making his way there, figuring the others would be there waiting after they shook the cops on them.

Viktor actually laughed a little, which he hadn't done in a long time. Too long. Usually, he kept himself broody and aggressive, always on the defensive, never letting his guard down. But with Vars? He felt like a new man now that he had someone there for him in his life. His family had abandoned him pretty much and he basically turned his back on life for the last ten or so years.

"Norway? Sounds fucking amazing, mate. I can't wait. I'd love to see the punk scene in your country. They tough dudes and chicks up there then?"

The tougher the better for Viktor. Were they all are iron-plated as Vars? If so, then the Brit couldn't wait to meet them. But right now he was hungry and his belly was empty. Food was a good idea.

"Yeah, let's find the others and eat something. I'm fucking starving."

The laughter brought a smile to the bassist's expression. He hadn't heard much laughter from the other punk and it felt like it was good.

"Many type punks in Norway. Some good and some not good." There were some really bad groups out there that were more neo-Nazis or filled with hate. "Punks I see like me. Follow old ways of honor and warriors. Teach you to use sword and axe."

Vars smiles and sees the diner but drives past to look for somewhere to park his motorcycle out of the way. Surely the cops had his license plate and he didn't want his bike to be easy to find. About a block away he found a parking lot and pulled his bike into the back among the cars. It would give it some cover while they ate.

"Aarne read food here good." Vars hoped it was as he shutdown the motorcycle.

"Honour and warriors? I like the sound of that, mate. I can use a knife but I've never actually used a sword or an axe before. Wouldn't mind learning either."

Viktor held onto Vars until the bike came to a stop in the cark park just close by to the restaurant. It was a decent place to store the bike as he slid off the back seat and brushed down his leather jacket a little. What a ride. A fucking amazing ride with one cop car going up in flames.

"We roasted those bastards back on the highway. Fucking epic, mate."

The Brit smirked and hit Vars playfully on the arm because it made the punk happy. As for the food joint they were about to head into, Viktor was hungry now. He nodded and put an arm around the Norwegian's shoulder as they walked.

"We believe learn use weapons is part of living. Learn all weapons. Sword, knife, axe, hammer, not know bow but other punks know." The idea of teaching Viktor how to use traditional weapons was somehow incredibly hot and Vars tried not to think about it too much.

Vars got off after Viktor, making sure the bike was stable on the kickstand before moving to join the other punk. "Good no bullets. Not want have shoot cops."

To protect Viktor on the back, but he didn't mention that part. Vars turned on Viktor and playfully slapped his cheek for the punch. As Viktor threw his arm around Vars, he reached down and grabbed the other punk's ass. The lot was empty and the cars were blocking the view for anyone anyway. It was the perfect time to take advantage of private moment before they were all inside eating.

Vars doesn't mind public affection. He makes no apology for who he is and isn't about to hide it, though he knows the Brit is a little more private and feels threat from some things. If anyone ever said anything about their affection in public he'd beat them.

"Sounds like a good way to live. Swords, knives and axes are fucking good weapons to use I bet. Ever stabbed someone with a sword or smashed their skull with a hammer?"

Viktor loved to ask these sort of violent questions because the man was obsessed with strength and violence. Being a punk he loved this sort of thing along with his main passion which was fire. The heat just got him going in a way like someone jumping out of a plane. The adrenaline and danger made it all worth the risk.

The slap on the cheek was expected and Viktor didn't retaliate this time but instead offered a sly smirk and pressed a kiss to Vars' ear before biting the lobe. He then withdrew and continued walking with the other punk towards where the others were. A lot of the anger and frustration was fading away as he spent more time with Vars and could express himself properly becoming the man he truly was. A rough punk with attitude.

"Almost jail when knife and kill men attack the kids." By kids, Vars meant Rik and Aarne. It was how he referred to them because they were when they came to the band and it stuck. "Not often but kill men if have to."

Vars wasn't necessarily a violent man but if you got on his bad side he'd go to extremes fast and sometimes without much warning either. He never considered himself as one but his temper was not far from the concept of a berserker, easily driven from calm to madness and difficult to stop once he started fighting.

He just grinned at the little bite to his ear. Slowly, they were settling into being around each other. Vars could be very affectionate even if it was rough around the edges. As he walked he noticed the two Ducatis stowed in an alley out of the way.

"See bikes. Must be inside." Which isn't a surprise since the Ducatis were much faster than his Harley.

"Almost jail? You mean the bastards tried to bang you up for protecting the Dane and the Fin? Fucking pigs the cops. I hope the thugs bled to death after you stabbed them. Killing in self defence should be justified. I once burnt a bloke to near death with a molotov."

The truth was Viktor could easily fly off the handle if provoked or angry. The fire would soon come out and the punk would go into berserk mode much like Vars. Maybe this is why the two men got on so well with one another. They both liked violence and were fiercely protective at heart.

"Oh yeah. The Dane and Fin must already be inside. Greedy bastards."

Viktor smirked and nudged Vars lightly in the ribs as they walked closer towards where they were going to eat.

"I kill before and court worry." Vars shrugged a bit at it because it was his past. "One die when put head into wall but other bleed."

The bassist was rather indifferent toward killing. Sometimes it was a necessary part of life. He gave Viktor a little push for burning someone, a bump of his shoulder into Viktor that, though usually just friendly, has some flirtatious quality. There were similarities and it would probably make them a dangerous and volatile couple but they shared a sense of intense loyalty.

When they got inside it is a typical looking American bar which served food. The four were already in a large booth, Aarne already drinking. Rik giggles and pokes at the Fin who turns and looks at the two punks before smirking and trying not to laugh. The young Hammers were all about pushing the two punks together and seeing them get close.

"You smashed his head against the wall? Fucking epic, mate. I'd do that too if some wanker took a swing at me or my mates. Before the Hell's Angels I was in another bike gang and some of those men were tough as nails. Hard blokes who took hard drugs, fucked hard and some of them were ex-convicts. My parents hated it."

This is why Viktor often ended up in a police cell when caught with these men. Bad influences. The punk didn't give a shit what anyone else thought because this was his life and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Everyone else could go to hell.

"American place then? Not bad. I wonder if they do a decent cheeseburger. I like them."

Offering Billy and Joe a finger, Viktor soon found the rest of the band members sat down. It was time to sit down and eat. Always the best part.

"Not took swing. Knife Fin and almost died. Sliced Dane too when just kid." Vars stayed close to Viktor as he spoke about his past. "My parents dead when 16. Not have parents for long time."

"Fin says we come here have reindeer burgers." Vars slid in next to Viktor in the booth and eyed his two younger bandmates and their giggling.

Aarne just smile. "We've already ordered burgers, fries and there's a pitcher of beer and tray of shots coming."

"Aarne nearly died? Poor bastard. The Dane too? Fucking wankers. They deserve to have you slice them up for what they did to your band mates. I'd do the same but with fire if it were Joe, Billy or Zack."

Both men were protective over their band mates and friends and this was why Viktor was stuck on Vars since he respected how the Norwegian acted. Nodding slowly, the Brit squeezed the bassist's arm trying to console him. He'd had a fucked up life too it seemed.

"Reindeer burgers? Fuck yeah. Never had those. I hope they're really meaty."

Sliding next to Vars, Viktor noticed Billy giving off lovey eyes and Joe sticking his tongue out at the punk. Of course they were.

"Slice leg close to artery. Dane bash face with guitar." Vars patted Viktor's shoulder. "Knife bastard bother you or bandmates."

He's glad for the comfort but it's not needed so much with his parents. That was far in the past from Viktor's view point. On a strange whim, Vars pressed a kiss to Viktor's shoulder, quick but in reaction to the consoling.

"Had in Finland when visit Aarne at home last year." Vars tells Viktor. "Maybe, American good?"

Vars noticed the two making faces and picked up the steak knife, flipped it and slammed the point of the blade into the center of the table. It makes Aarne jump and squeal before laughing a lot. It was a Norwegian punk challenge. Rik looked away from that knife and wouldn't even dare. Instead he started passing out the glasses that came and filling them from the pitcher of draft that came.

Aarne pointed at the knife and looked over at the Brit. "Viktor, you should pull the knife out."

The Fin is barely able to control the laughter threatening to burst out of him again.

"Pull the knife out? What does that fucking mean?"

Viktor just looked at Aarne and then glanced back to Vars who had stuck the blade into the table to begin with. A challenge? The Brit was always up for a challenge but he didn't know what he was getting into. Even Billy and Joe looked a bit clueless as to what the Scandis were up to.

Joe just sat back and took his drink, swigging some and giggling a little at the predicament Viktor was in. He and Vars were so into each other it was just too obvious and any denial would be utter bullshit. The punk just frowning at the knife and not knowing what to do.

"You want me to pull it out?"

"Are you that blonde that you don't know how to pull a knife out." Aarne looked over at Viktor, teasing him. Rik was just watching with wide eyes. One way or another, Rik imagined this was about to get crazy.

Vars threw his butter knife at the drummer for his comments, not really intending to hurt him. Aarne felt his cheeks burn from laughing.

"What? Are you too much of a pussy to take your rakastaja's challenge?" Aarne kept up fully prepared to jump out of the booth if Viktor came after him.

Vars frowned and looked at Joe. "Should stick cock in his mouth shut it before bust his mouth."

"Fuck you am I blond, bitch."

Viktor growled back at Aarne which was followed up by a glare and a middle finger stuck up before gripping hold of the hilt, pulling the blade out of the wood work. Whatever this challenge was, the Brit wanted in and he wanted to prove he was no pussy. Aarne was getting under his skin and Vars probably knew this.

"What the fuck are you saying to me? Why don't you bend that girly ass over the table and have Joe shove a cock up it. That's what you two do, isn't it? He makes you scream louder than your Man-Barbie singer."

A smirk and Viktor was now gripping the knife in his hand, casually flipping it into the air and catching it. He pretended to aim it at Aarne but didn't throw it since he wasn't about to hurt the Fin, just taunt him.

Aarne just laughed more and more. As soon as Viktor pulled the knife out Vars scowled at Aarne then punched Viktor hard in the shoulder.

Aarne looked over at the punk and shrugged. "Only if you bend over the table too. Don't think I don't know what all that caterwauling and sound of stuff smashing is but I guess maybe there isn't anything left to bend you over after all that breaking shit."

Vars got a little wide-eyed over what just came out of Aarne's mouth. He might have hit him if he wasn't staring so much.

The laughing was only goading the British punk on further and causing him to become more angry and pissed off. Why was he acting like this? Surely he knew Viktor had a temper on him especially when he felt defensive and awkward like he was now. Being in a public venue with both Rik, Billy and Joe watching too didn't help matters. Then he felt the punch from Vars.

"What the fuck? Why are you hitting me?"

A look of pure confusion was masked all over Viktor's face as he didn't know what to say or do. Was this some sort of initiation ritual or some other fucked up Scandi crap? Not wanting to offend Vars, he didn't hit the other punk back but just glowered at Aarne, still threatening to throw the knife at him.

"Caterwauling? You've got the wrong room, mate. That's Man-Barbie and his girlfriend. Not me. I don't make stupid noises like that. Fuck do I. You jealous I break stuff? Because I feel like throwing a chair at you right now."

He aimed the knife towards Aarne, throwing it towards his direction but wildly off target as he watched it lodge in the wall behind him. Shit. What did others think? Fuck them. If the Fin wanted to start a fight then the punk would finish it. He then dived over the table towards Aarne, smirking as he cracked his knuckles in a show of strength.

"I don't hit girls so you're lucky."

"Take challenge." Vars smirked at the other punk. "Aarne know when he said."

Aarne made a kissy face at Viktor. "I thought that's how you two flirted."

He knew he was riling the other punk up but Aarne did this sometimes. He can't stop though.

"You? We all know that yelling and breaking furniture is you getting the bitch fucked out of you." Aarne shook his head, barely dodging from the knife and then hopped away over the back if the booth. "Viktor, we all know and it's cool."

Aarne sighed and just gave Viktor a disappointed look. "We know and still think you're both badasses. Just admit it and kiss on each other or whatever the hell like the rest of us. If someone says shit I'll be the first one to punch them in the fucking mouth for it."

Take challenge?

The words just entered Viktor's ears but didn't mean much since he was too riled up at the Fin goading him. His mind was filled with anger and confusion and he knew deep down that everyone knew what was going on between him and Vars and had been ever since the bar. The broken table and the play fights. It had all led to the two punks getting together and forming a bond.

"That's none of your fucking business."

Some of the fluster had left the punk's voice as he looked at Vars then to Billy and Joe, his band mates, just watching them nod slowly and offer their singer a rather sympathetic understanding look. He was the one who was huffing and puffing throwing knives over Aarne's comments. No one else was worked up. The game was up. So, instead he just middle-fingered the Fin and jumped back over the table to slid into his seat next to Vars, pulling the man in for a fierce kiss before breaking off and offering a punch to the Norwegian's arm.

Fine, if they wanted proof then fuck it. He would kiss Vars right here, right now. If anyone laughed they would get punched.

Aarne just let Viktor roll through his emotions, even Rik smiled and held up his beer in salute to what Aarne said. He had issues with Viktor early on but even he would give someone an earful if they bothered Viktor over his choice of lovers or thought he was less for it.

Vars is quite startled by the public kiss after everything Viktor had said to him but he doesn't pull away. Instead he wraps an arm around Viktor and pulls him in. Vars wasn't much for public make out like Aarne but he knew this was important for Viktor who was so bottled in. He gave him a playful backhanded slap in the chest for that punch but he was watching Aarne climb back into the booth.

The Fin reached over and ruffled Viktor's hair so fast that he wasn't going to get caught. "You two are a fucking, hot masculine couple. Fuck the rest of the world."

He leaned in and gave Joe a quick kiss as he slid back into the seat. "Just because you aren't girly like me, doesn't mean you shouldn't be all over your hot punk whenever you want."

The Fin was trying to get Viktor to understand that here, with the Scandinavians things were safer and more open than his home. Here he didn't have to pretend he was something else

Edited Date: 2021-06-16 08:50 pm (UTC)

Viktor wouldn't have usually kissed Vars in public but he wanted to get his point across to the Fin and to everyone else now that the game was up. Everyone knew he was sleeping with Vars so it wasn't exactly a secret anymore and he couldn't keep the pretence up forever. Sighing, he pushed his long hair back and then offered a smirk to his Norwegian punk, elbowing Vars in the side playfully. Some of the pressure now easing off the Brit as he sat with his band mates.

"We are fucking hot, thanks bitchy legs. Fuck the rest of the world, yeah."

He nodded and then noticed Joe offering Viktor a thumbs up which was fucking dorky but the singer didn't mind. Billy was giggling slightly but pleased Viktor finally let go of some of the defensive act he'd been carrying for months. Leaning into Rik, he kissed his smukke on the cheek.

"You blokes all wanted to fuck me off enough so I'd prove to you I love Vars? Fucking stupid way to go about it. Nice knife though."

The punk's eyes went over towards where the knife was currently lodged in the wall. The cafe staff were giving their table a wide birth for some reason. Crazy Scandis and Brits. Rockstars. The usual. Viktor looked around and then slammed his fist on the table.

"Where is this food then? I'm fucking starving. Pass us a drink, blondie."

He meant Rik of course.

Aarne laughed. "I am bitcy legs and you're stuck with me because I'm not planning to stop fucking your bassist into a coma."

He was glad to see him loosen up some. It wasn't healthy to be so closed off. Rik wasn't one for too much in public but even he leaned in and gave Billy a full on kiss.

Rik giggled as he passed Viktor the pitcher of Carlsberg, they were drinking and two glasses. Rik just shook his head. "We're not like Brits. Aarne wasn't going to let you pussyfoot around like you weren't doing anything. He did the same to me when I met Billy so you're not the only one."

Sure, it was different how he went at Rik but it was the same kind of thing in the end, though less public.

The food had been on hold because the staff thought there might be a fight. Once the rockstars settled the food came. Double reindeer paties with cheese, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles and some hot sauce. Each got a burger and then a huge basket of French fries and fried mushrooms. Aarne always got excited when he found anything close to home.

Viktor took the pitcher and filled his glass up to the brim with the Danish beer, sniffing it before taking a few mouthfuls. Not bad. It was like the lager he drank back at home and made a change to the usual vodka he swigged down. Sometimes beer could be refreshing when you were really thirsty. Throwing shit and breaking furniture really got your thirst up sometimes.

"I don't pussy foot and I'm sure tarty here and Joe don't either."

Billy hearing the tart comment causing him to lean over and swat Viktor on the shoulder, pouting at the insult. He wasn't the tart, Gilly was!

"Fuck off, you blockhead punk."

Viktor just smirking and shaking his head at his guitarist, knowing this was just friendly banter between the two men. Then, as the food was arriving, the punk moved his drink out of the way and glanced down at the reindeer burger. It looked decent.

Vars took the pitcher when Viktor was done to fill his glass. Beer was their drink of choice when eating, especially something this close to bar food. Rik started to laugh at Viktor's comment.

"You pussyfooted." Rik accuses with a mischievous smile. "How long have you been trying to hide from us that you liked him? I'm sure Joe and Billy saw it just as fast as Aarne and I."

He's teasing but it is nothing serious, merely the same hell he would give any of this own band members in the same situation. Aarne leans over to look at Viktor in a pause between sips.

"You're the biggest tarty bastard here. When don't you have some snarky, bitchy and sarcastic remark?" Now Viktor was getting initiated into hanging out with the Scandinavians. They were relentless with each other sometimes; teasing and taunting but it was playful.

Food would definitely quiet the group down some. The plates barely getting down before Aarne and Rik were taking fries. They were both high energy people and loved their carbs. Then they were asking for vinegar and hot sauce for the fries and horseradish sauce and pickle relish. Rik and Aarne both had a love for piling spicy and sour on their fries.

Edited Date: 2021-06-20 02:11 am (UTC)