Lords Of Chaos One-shot Reader x Blackthorn

Touch Me

                                                 They say that things change over time, but they never warn you about the extent of how much those circumstances may be altered. When you started your first job in the music shop that opened up down the street from your apartment you thought you had it all. That's when you had money, a car, privacy, a place of your own and a taste of some independence. That is where it all began for you, and it's also where it all went so very wrong. Kristian Vikernes, or- better known now as "Varg" Vikernes, was the shy type when you first met him, Or was he? He hardly made eye contact with you, most of the times he'd just wander around the music shop poking around in the records. You didn't have much, but for the area you lived in it was all people had if they wanted to listen to some tunes.

Over time, Varg seemed to change and shift personalities completely. It seemed like now that his name was out there, as was his own music, he was acting like a complete asswipe. He used to make small talk with you, now he comes in with this other guy sometimes and taunts you. Today was worse however, today definitely took the cake. Varg came into the shop as he usually did, and began to 'accidentally' knock over decor. "Sorry about that, I have slippery fingers, hah" he gave you a 'do something about it' look, but you ignored him. Oh well, it was pretty but it was cheap. "It's fine." You replied afterward, keeping your cool. When Varg realized he wasn't getting a reaction out of you, he took it a step further, even going so far as to whistle to get your attention and then unzipped his pants, proceeding to piss all over the shelves of vinyls that you spent hours arranging and organizing. The other man with him side-eyed you, mostly keeping his head down with his hands in his pockets, staying near the door as Varg continued his destruction.

Words couldn't describe how livid you were, you were sure that you were popping a vein in your forehead by how much stress he'd been causing you. Varg once again had that punche-me-in-the-face smirk of his as he walked up to your counter and leaned against the edge. "Sooo sorry about that, things just HAPPEN sometimes y'know?" He said sarcastically. "I'm sure it was all shit music anyway, no point in keeping it on the shelves." Just as you were about to yell at him, the door opened and some girl poked her head in. "Baby, let's go back to the car I wanna drink a little before-" as she made her way over to Varg he turned around and backhanded her. "I told you to wait in the car, bitch." He roughly held her chin up to face him, before shoving her backwards. She would've fallen if it wasn't for Varg's lapdog catching her. "Ew, get your hands off of me." She regained her balance and slapped the other guy on the arm for touching her. "Varg baby, I love it when you touch me like that." She purred.

"Get the fuck out." You stood up and barked at the three of them, today was such a nice day before they came and ruined it. Varg gave you a pitiful look, the same look humans give to chihuahuas when they start barking to 'protect' their home and owners. "Sure, I don't really wanna stick around this piss-stinking dump anyway." He gripped the girl by the hair and walked out with her. Varg's lackey lingered for a bit and then looked up at you with soft eyes. He always acted strange, every time Varg came he would tag along and behave oddly. He had a bit of a leg twitch as he spoke, making you wonder if he was on drugs or just needed a smoke. "I-" He was cut off by Varg's muffled shouting, "Blackthorn! The fuck you doing in there? Get your ass in the car!" The young man cringed, before averting his eyes to the ground and then turning to leave. He left and the door shut behind him, sounding the little bell above the door that rang whenever it was opened or moved. You stood silent for a bit, reciting the name in your head. "Blackthorn?...huh..." before proceeding to grab your cleaning supplies.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Few Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ever since that last shop fiasco went down, you haven't seen Varg or his companion. Good riddance, that's for sure. You had to throw out the vinyls and shelves, but the carpet needed a deep sponging to get the stains out. You cursed Varg out every minute that you spent cleaning that mess up. "Fucking bastard...well, at least it's done now" you said and exhaled, it took a lot of time, but try after try you finally succeeded. After you cleaned the area for the final time and put the supplies away, you heard the bell sound above the door. "Hello, welcome to- oh..." you blink and make eye contact with Varg's cohort. "Uhm...hi. Blackthorn right? What do you want?" You were a bit impatient with him, since you didn't know if Varg was right behind him or if Varg sent him in to do some shit to you.