helland_damnation | TFLN and Continuations, bitches!

"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)

Viktor didn't like the word pussyfooted but instead chose to ignore it this time because he had caused enough commotion on the table. Anymore and they might get chucked out of the food joint. At the tart remark the punk scoffed into his beer and glanced over to Billy who was just offering up a tarty scowl.

"You are a fucking tart, Billy and everyone knows it."

That earned Viktor a napkin being balled up and thrown at him by the guitarist. Band banter was always the best and even better at the dinner table it seemed. Everyone drank their beer and then hands were grabbing at the food on offer. It smelt really good. Viktor taking some of the fries and putting some ketchup on them.

"Spicy enough for you? Fucking hell I can smell all that from here!"

Aarne and Rik's taste for the sour and spicy had the punk just staring a little as he ate his fries.

Aarne was trying to eat and laugh and not choke while Viktor, Rik, and Billy taunted each other. He glanced past Joe at Viktor.

"I can't wait to see your bitchy tartface when we get to Norway and people start wanting to hang on your man." Aarne is laughing as he drinks his beer. He wanted to see it so badly, mostly because there had been so much shit dealt to Vars by the people back home. Viktor laying into them would be a delight.

Then Viktor was talking about the food. Rik looked over at Aarne. "Do you think Viktor can take it?"

Aarne smirked because they were about to start riling the punk again. "I don't know. Brit food is supposed to be bland as shit."

Rik had one of the baskets of fries and was starting to load them up with hot sauce and pepper flakes, pickle relish and vinegar. There were others if the Brits didn't want them spicy but Rik had started his bandmates on the hot and sour fries not long after they met.

Vars suddenly got in on it as he took one of the hot sauce covered fries. "Viking always stronger than Brit. We invade so many times." Now he's joining in on prodding at the Brits. "Maybe not able keep up with us."

Edited Date: 2021-07-04 03:21 pm (UTC)

"Viking always stronger than Brit because you bastards invaded our land? Fuck off, Spiky! You too, you kinky bitch."

Viktor was laughing though and now punching Vars on the left shoulder, whilst offering Aarne the finger. Joe just rolled his eyes and then went to jump onto the table, pulling down his pants and outright mooning Viktor with his naked ass cheeks. Of course. Billy burst out in laughter and couldn't believe Joe was doing this right now. Scratch that.

He could.

Fuck, they would get thrown out if Joe didn't calm down. Viktor went to push Joe back into his seat but the bassist was already there, pulling his pants back up, sitting back down, sliding an arm around Aarne and giggling madly. What a shit show. The punk spoke up again after taking a gulp of drink.

"Brit food isn't bland as shit. You blokes just need to try fish and chips. That is so fucking good when you're hungry as shit."

Aarne looks over at Viktor hardly able to stop his laughter. "From what I hear down the hall the Norse are still invading Britains every night."

Rik instantly choked on his food from laughing. He couldn't help it after Aarne said that to Viktor. The moment Joe bared his ass Aarne smacked it because he couldn't resist the chance. He then wiggled over to sit in Joe's lap while they ate.

"Norse live on water. Eat fish lot." Vars told the other punk. "Aarne make Norse fish and try."

Aarne was all for cooking some traditional food sometime. He did it as a comfort.

Viktor just paused mid-drink, holding the glass to his lips before setting it down with a rather loud "clunk." Fuck! That Fin---what the hell. His mouth was like a fucking toilet and everyone knew it. Billy was laughing too hard he nearly choked on some of his food at that comment.

"The fuck? None of your damn business, you Finnish cock sucker. Joe "invades" your tarty ass every night."

It was all he could muster as he rolled his eyes and got back to his food. No more fighting now, he just wanted to eat and be with Vars. Joe couldn't help but squeak with laughter and pulled Aarne close whilst feeling his long-legged lover sit on his lap. The Fin was going to cook Norse fish? This should be interesting.

"So, you're going to cook fish for us then? Make sure you take the bones out first."

"You yell louder than Rik when Billy has him pinned down." Aarne commented with a grin. He loved seeing Viktor get agitated but he also wanted him to learn that what he did didn't matter to them. "My ass is peachy and I LOVE being invaded."

Vars could see that Viktor was getting wound up and put and arm around his shoulder and kissed his neck, or rather bit it lightly before going back to his food.

Aarne shrugged. "Some of our dishes are the whole fish with bones and head still."

"I don't fucking yell. It's called growling and roughing each other up. Bloke stuff."

Joe just burst out laughing at Viktor's words and then nuzzled into Aarne's big hair, giggling like a school boy. "Bloke stuff?" Total bullshit. The punk loved being pinned down by his Norwegian and fucked roughly up the ass. That was all there was to it. Even Billy just shot him a look and then shook his head, smirking. They all knew. The bite was welcome as the punk tried not to get riled up again.

"You eat fish heads? Doesn't that make you sick? I'm guessing you eat horse cocks too."

Billy giggled into his drink at that comment.

Edited Date: 2021-08-15 06:37 pm (UTC)