"Despite the fact that we will probably never get used to the sight of you two kissing ... are you finally telling us how you got together?" Sigrit Ericksdóttir asked her mother and her stepfather, Lars father Erik with a curiosity in his voice, while she and her boyfriend sat down with the newly married couple and looked at them with undivided attention.
"Well jes ... but only if I can hold my grandson!" negotiated Helka, the mother of the young Icelandic woman skillfully and had to smile almost unreal wide and loving as she hold the little human being, who was one of the most important people in her life, protective in her arms.
"All right ..." Erik starts slowly and lovingly put an arm around the shoulder of his new wife, who lifted her gaze, from her grandson to him and immediately lost herself in his blue eyes glowing with love before leaning in to his torso and gifting him with little peek on his lips, her eyes shining with love.
MEMORY OF ERIK (Friday before the ESC final in Hùsavik)
"You have to fight for her my son. Erickssons men never really had success with the Eriksdóttir women, but at least try it with all your might and being!" he said with a force in his voice that almost scared him now.
Now, that he was sitting at home and thinking about Lars and Sigrit and the fact that someone had to show them what they had to do, so that they didn't dance around each other, no one of them brave enough to take the first step forward to finally love each other.
Above all, a other, very very specific woman was floating around in his thoughts and she would not leave them again anytime soon.
Helka Eriksdóttir. A tiny, beautiful woman from Hùsavik, with blonde long hair and ice blue eyes, as well as a hell of a sexy body, even in her 50s.
She was also the Mother of Lars flame Sigrit, one of the most competent electronics sale assistents in Hùsavik and on top his one and only love since college.
Although the correct and gentle man would never voluntarily admit it, the mother of Lars, Freya was more of a consolation who became his best friend over the years of marriage.
But even though he slept with her he did not feel sexually attracted to her.
It almost seemed to him as if his entire pure hearted and true love life collapsed with Helkas rejection of his marriage proposal, where he poured his heart out for her, in her last year of college.
He also had sex after his wife died, and that often, but he did not harbor any real feelings for any woman. To be exact, with no woman from Hùsavik. Except of Helka.
And she was probably the only one he'd never slept with. Not even in college, in the time they where a couple, because she still felt uncomfortable with the though of love making, nor in their entire adult live.
It would not have occurred to him in his wildest sex dreams with her, to disgrace her with a quick fuck and make her the mockery of her relatives or friends by reproach her that Hùsaviks greatest fucker had laid her too.
Even though he wanted it so badly, he loved her way too much for that. Sometimes he even screamed her name when he layed another woman and reached the point of no returning.
So there where probably more people in this small town who knew that he desired and loved Helka and that she was the only woman he didn't slept with, because he respected her, than people who didn't.
And Freya, his wife, had also known that and had received his complete devotion and admiration when she had accepted it with a tired and sad, but loving smile .
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FanfictionSometimes, shouting a decleration of love from the rooftop is the one and only way to let the people see that you mean it! Or: Why Helka Ericksdottir was probably the only Woman in Húsavik who didn't get laid to a quicky from Erik Erickson