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Niels found some comfort in the fact that the other felt as awkward as they were. So it didn’t feel strange to make a little expression in return, that looked a bit amused. “Yes, one would suppose.”, he agreed, but in the same awkward way he felt. “As for the bread, it looks familiar to the bread I usually eat. When I do so, that is. Seems like you heathens can be nicer than one would think.”, he commented, which was actually a nice compliment coming from him.
To the suggestion, he was yet again sceptic which was made obvious in his expression. “Well, I— yes, I suppose. As long as you don’t actually consider me a girl.”, he reluctantly agreed, even if he felt flattered in some way that he was so eager to tell others.
Finally revealed that he had brought with some pieces of herring. “Just some herring. Well, these you get in a legal way, and not by plundering my market.”. Despite the comment, there was no passive-aggressive tone in his voice. Rather he offered them a piece to try a sample. “And a book as well.”, he followed up with holding the book, which he stared at for a moment in silence.
The said silence wasn’t broken until he built up the courage to ask his question that had nagged him at the back of his head all night. He took a deep breath. “Rickard. Can I inquire you why you find me ‘pretty’?”, he asked and peered with those blue eyes at the boy next to him, sounding rather serious despite the very shy question.
“It may look familiar, but this bread is purely Estonian! So I assure you, it will taste unlike nothing you’ve ever tried before - well, unless you’ve tried bread in Estonia, I guess! But this is special, the lady I stay with helped me bake it.”
The Estonian rambled away, partially from his nerves, but he was almost sure that whatever he was saying was just going to be discounted by the other blonde. He himself certainly wouldn’t pay attention if someone was rambling away to him, at least. But Niels was supposed to have patience, so maybe he did pay attention - it was just an alien concept to Rikhard for anyone to pay attention to him. At the mention of herring though, he did perk up.
“Ah, but plundered herring is the best tasting herring there is!” Nevertheless from his little joke he took the sample as it was given to him, and he had to admit to himself that it was pretty decent fish. “Yes, it should go nice with the bread! And eh, a book? Why a book? What do we need a book for, you’re not going to hit me with it, are you?” He looked utterly confused, but then he realized maybe it was for the guise that they were studying instead of…. well, whatever they were doing.
“Oh? I. Huh, well. You do kind of remind me of a girl I used to know - but, you still have your own looks and all. It’s just.. you try to act all difficult and hot tempered and that, but you have a softness to you… I guess that’s what I like.”
As the boy next to him was rambling, he did look at the bread in a suspicious manner. That wasn’t anything personal towards Rikhard himself, as he was always like this towards most things and people. “Very well, then. Tell her thank you.”, he merely said and reached out slowly, as if to check it was okay, and took a piece of the bread to eat. Trying it, he suddenly stopped chewing and turned the bread towards himself, looking a bit impressed through a difficult-to-read expression. “Hm. Ah, well… it’s decent bread.”, he said in an attempt to actually say something nice, while at the same time keeping his pride.
He pursed his lips at the joke, his eyes narrowed which didn’t help him looking less effeminate, but he didn’t smack him with the book he was holding. That most likely meant that he found it amusing in a way. “Well then, enjoy. On the book, no! I just brought this book in case someone might come by. Also…”, he replied but suddenly stopped, looking into the distance absently for a moment, and then cleared his throat. “Yes, just that. See, can’t have them seeing me with my bishopry in that manner.”, he disguised it all as, even if that was true also.
When given the response he raised an eyebrow for a mere moment, before looking down at his book. “I… hmpf. Suppose it’s true.”, he puffed up a bit, but lost that demeanor quickly while he trailed soft fingertips across the book frame, and then looked a bit hopeless, taking in a short but deep breath. “But, thank you. I know I like something about you and… I am not quite sure but just simply how you are. As this is the first time I— well, my heart have felt like this. And… how do one court, do while being with the one you feel your is heart beating for?”, he finally spilled the beans after rambling and stubmling over words and did dare to look up at Riki, and he showed an expression that showed just how confused and puzzled he felt. “You have been in a situaiton like this prior to this, haven’t you? Can you show me?”
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Niels was rather quick to snap at that. “Then don’t act as if you weren’t there!”. His brother wasn’t the only one tired of the conversation, even if he felt he had a lot of pent-up anger and frustration directed towards the plunderers. They had been doing that for quite a bit by now, and it was getting really tiresome.
“Well, as for the tavern - I am not going to carry mead around. See, I have a reputation to manage.”, he said rather arrogantly. He had been rather strict with his soberness, while his brothers cared less. Now, it felt once again that he had the upper hand, so with a rather smug look he raised an eyebrow. “And I’ll humour you, don’t worry. But at the tavern, should I first have some dry clothes. I refuse to enter any tavern in my priest robes.”, he pointed out. He would probably also need a hooked cloak, he thought to himself. He was absolutely not a fan of taverns.
Very much aware of how that Estonian had been a pest to his brother, he knew he would have to humor him and go and discipline the guy. But his beloved brother always seemed to think as if he didn’t have anything going on - besides, fighting a battle against a Viking, which the Estonian pretty much was at this point (perhaps a bit late, but hey, Mikkel knew a Viking when he saw one), it required some decent preparation and tactics. For now, the Dane would take his brother up to his promise of treating him to mead, waving dismissively as he explained his ‘I’m a priest so I don’t drink’-routine. “Ja, ja, change yer clothes, get yer ass back here an’ treat me to some booze, broder. I got some patience.”
He pursed his lips, not actually looking too thrilled about having to go to a tavern. But it will do. He need to talk some sense into his little brother. Plonking down his boots on the floor to put them on, he just let out a sigh before talking. “I will meet you near the building in an hour.”, he said in a voice that hinted he was annoyed and as if he have to go to the tavern.
It didn’t take long of course until he had reached his way towards the destination. His outfit was still a rather fancy one, but this time also wearing a hooded cloak. Should he ever get caught in there. He scanned his surroundings while clutching at his cloak, narrowed eyes darting back and forth as if he was being suspicious and untrusting of the people around him, which he probably was.
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marens-fastlagsbullar replied to your post: ((i need people to rp with uwu))
(( You have me 8D ))
((I just remember I never replied the other day OTL I’m sorry ;A; I’ll get on that right now
especially because I can’t get through this quest in WoW u_u I’ve broken all my gear twiceand am no closer to getting abducted by naga than I was a few hours ago :c))
(( It’s ok! 8D And wow what was that quest? 8V ))
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(( Back from my hiatus! ))
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Pie.
… Well, yes.
Although I prefer making æblekage.
Yes, well, I prefer pie but you just asked what to make with appl—stuffed apples!
*slowly turns his head a bit, giving them a curious look* … Stuffed apples?
Of course, I was imagining what could one craft with apples. Appearantly, eating apples and drinking apple cider is something of the last century, hm…!
You carve out the core of the apple, and stuff it with nuts and raisins and similar stuff and bake it in the oven and serve it with whipped cream. I. Think it’s a Bulgarian thing? I had it in Bulgaria, I think.
Eh, well, everyone drinks apple cider, so too bad for people who think it’s too old.
Fair enough. I suppose I could try it out, especially if it comes with whipped cream. *raises an eyebrow at him* How do you know of all these things, anyway? You know some very interesting things, Rickard.
As for apple cider — naturally! How could one not drink apple cider, especially mine? *holds up a glass bottle proudly, gesturing towards it* I just guess people get very creative with their crafts these days or something.
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Pie.
… Well, yes.
Although I prefer making æblekage.
Yes, well, I prefer pie but you just asked what to make with appl—stuffed apples!
*slowly turns his head a bit, giving them a curious look* … Stuffed apples?
Of course, I was imagining what could one craft with apples. Appearantly, eating apples and drinking apple cider is something of the last century, hm…!
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“I— well. I’m happy…”, were only the words he managed to say, sounding very pleased to hear those words and trying to calm his beating, fluttering heart down. He really was like a boy who was falling for someone for the first time, but tried not to let it show. Instead, his gaze quickly noticed the rye bread. “Oh, yes. You brought bread. I also hope your friend won’t tell others about our meeting. Of course, I could easily disguise it as a simple lecture.”, he shrugged.
When Rikhard was indirectly insulting his brothers, one could have had sworn that a chuckle came from the priest, but one could have had just heard if one paid attention to it. It was as if Rikhard brought the more friendly parts of him out. “One more thing we can agree on.”, he murmured, going through his basket again to pick out something edible while pushing annoying blond locks out of the way. “Now, you can’t just eat bread…”
“That’s great! I mean, it sucks to be anything but happy, after all. So. I’m glad you are.” The Estonian was obliviously smiling like he always did, and he showed interest in… whatever was in the basket that Niels held. He couldn’t wait to see what it was, after all, it had been sweet for the Scanian to bring along other things.
“Yes, I told you I was going to and I did! And yes… Well, I haven’t even seen Eduard yet, so I haven’t breathed a word. It kind of sucks! Can I tell vanaema at least? Well, see, she’s this older lady that helps takes care of me… I’ll just tell her I met a pretty Scanian girl!” Rikhard was already formulating plots in his mind, and there would probably be no escaping it - he’d try to get away with telling as many people as Niels wouldn’t mind. After all, why would people in his own life care about this so much? Only Niel’s people would be that bothered.
He just continued to smile as Niels spoke, and he tried to sneak a peek at the basket. “Well, come on now, what did you bring? I want to see! I feel like I haven’t ate for days, even.”
Niels found some comfort in the fact that the other felt as awkward as they were. So it didn’t feel strange to make a little expression in return, that looked a bit amused. “Yes, one would suppose.”, he agreed, but in the same awkward way he felt. “As for the bread, it looks familiar to the bread I usually eat. When I do so, that is. Seems like you heathens can be nicer than one would think.”, he commented, which was actually a nice compliment coming from him.
To the suggestion, he was yet again sceptic which was made obvious in his expression. “Well, I— yes, I suppose. As long as you don’t actually consider me a girl.”, he reluctantly agreed, even if he felt flattered in some way that he was so eager to tell others.
Finally revealed that he had brought with some pieces of herring. “Just some herring. Well, these you get in a legal way, and not by plundering my market.”. Despite the comment, there was no passive-aggressive tone in his voice. Rather he offered them a piece to try a sample. “And a book as well.”, he followed up with holding the book, which he stared at for a moment in silence.
The said silence wasn’t broken until he built up the courage to ask his question that had nagged him at the back of his head all night. He took a deep breath. “Rickard. Can I inquire you why you find me ‘pretty’?”, he asked and peered with those blue eyes at the boy next to him, sounding rather serious despite the very shy question.
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Æblekage með flød æ goðt!
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