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Lots of feelings erupted after Fenris.
Saving Blitz was definitely the cause of it.
It probably didn’t help that I hugged him as tight as elvenly possible when I realized he was alive.
Then I went to Asgard for a few weeks and missed him terribly.
And now he’s unpacking things from boxes in his store, trying to finish up a few things.
I physically couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Ohhhhh fuck.
He bent over.
And my eyes landed on his ASS.
I tore my gaze away to stare at a VERY interesting wall.
Two seconds later, I felt a hand on my arm and jumped.
“Woah,” Blitz said. “Why are you on edge?”
I shrugged, feeling the dusting of lime appear on my face.
“Okay…” blitz said slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Can you just close up shop for me?”
‘Yeah, of course,’ I signed back.
He smiled and walked away.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Gods, I just needed to let my crush fade. That kiss had obviously been a mistake. He’d ran away.
But why had he kissed me in the first place? Was he just testing to see if he liked me or not?
I guess he didn’t.
I flipped the sign on the door to “CLOSED”, then turned to go upstairs.
I really didn’t want to go up there.
But I had to or Blitzen would get worried.
So I squared my shoulders and walked upstairs.
Dinner was eaten in silence… obviously.
We ate in silence… obviously.
And we cleaned dishes in silence… obviously.
Sorry. Deaf jokes.
I was sitting stiffly on the couch next to Blitz, trying to focus on my book, but the truth was, I’d been staring at the same sentence for ten minutes.
Blitzen nudged me and I thankfully did not jump into the stratosphere.
“I’m going to turn in early. Come in when you feel like it,” he told me casually.
I blinked at him. ‘I was going to sleep in the tanning bed tonight.’
“Oh.” Blitzen’s shoulders slumped. “Um, okay, sure. I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
I reached out to grab his shoulder, to explain that I only said that cause I’d thought he was joking, that I thought that he’d be disgusted, that I’d gladly share his bed again, but he was just out of my reach, speed-walking into his room.
I was such a fucking idiot.
I sighed and looked back at my book.
Couldn’t do it.
I set it aside and decided that sleeping was probably a good idea, and that I’d probably never sleep again anyway, so it was worth a try.
I moved into the bathroom and changed out of my trousers and shimmied into some black flannel pajama pants, then pulled off my jacket and hung it up in the closet. I pulled off my shirt, avoiding my reflection in the mirror, and threw on a black sweatshirt, craving the soft hug of the fabric. I draped my scarf lazily around my neck, not even tying it, threw my clothes into the hamper, and went to the tanning bed and climbed inside.
I laid there for maybe five minutes, trying to get comfortable, but I needed Blitz.
I missed him.
So I decided that sleeping in his room was a good idea.
I threw myself out of the bed and shuffled to Blitzen’s room, knocked gently and opened the door.
He was crying.
Or laughing, but I didnt think that that laughing was order.
His hands were covering his face, and his shoulders were shaking, clearly wracked with sobs.
I strode over and crouched down, and touched his hands gently. I had to pull a few times until he budged and pulled them back.
His cheeks were tear stained and his hands were wet. I felt my heart break, just seeing him like this.
‘What’s wrong?’ I signed gently.
“Nothing, I’m fine-“
‘You’re not. Please, Blitz, tell me what’s wrong.’
It was like a dam broke. Everything spilled out of him like rushing water, like something he couldn’t stop.
“I’m just a terrible friend, Hearth,” he sobbed. “I kissed you! What friend does that? I’m such an ASSHOLE!”
I nudged his legs apart to get more room, and crawled in between them, even though squatting was making my legs burn with the effort.
‘Please don’t say that,’ I signed.
He shook his head. “But it’s true! People don’t kiss their best friends even if they’re madly in love with them!”
I blinked. So he did love me.
I tried not to leap with joy.
I brushed my hands over his, trying to calm him, but he barreled on.
“And- and I’m just so sorry! I love you so much and I don’t want to lose you as a friend — “
I grabbed him shoulders. Please, Blitz, just shut up.
“-and I know you hate me, as you should, I know I’m a dumbfuck, and I’m just so sorry — “
I needed to shut him up.
So I did the only thing I could.
I kissed him.
“Hearth, I’m so sorry — mmph!”
The kiss was quick, like our first. But it was different. It was sweet, sure, and very much on purpose.
When I pulled back, wide brown eyes with gold flecks that glinted in the middle stared back at me.
‘Hi,’ I signed with a warm smile. ‘I’m glad you shut up.’
His face turned red. “You kissed me.”
‘Of course I did. I love you.’
He blushed a little more. “Oh.”
‘What, you’ve said it almost a million times in this conversation alone!’
He laughed. “That’s true.” He smiled at me, then asked, “so.. that kiss was on purpose? You really wanted to kiss me?”
‘Of course I did,’ I signed.
“Oh,” he said again, blushing some more.
‘Come here.’ I collapsed to my knees and pulled him into a hug. He buried his face into the side of my neck, his breath warm and comforting.
He pulled back. “Why don’t you come up here?”
I smiled and climbed up, and as soon as I was up there, he’d pushed me down, climbed on top, and was kissing me within two seconds.
It was warm, it was fierce, it was amazing.
His tongue brushed into my mouth, skating around, exploring. I accepted it with pleasure and kissed back hungrily.
His hand brushed into my hair and I hummed into his mouth, which he clearly liked, as he kissed me deeper, and I could feel his smile.
He pulled back and nosed my scarf out of the way to get it my neck. He kissed me there, and I stared at the ceiling, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky.
When he started to suck on my neck, I definitely moaned.
He pulled back and we stared at each other.
“Um,” Blitz said. “Would it be okay if I maybe…” he tugged at my sweatshirt.
I grinned.
This was going to be real fun.