Vikings, imagine you and ...

Imagine Marco confessing his affection for you - II

Actor fic
Words: 4040

Scooped up on the couch, with a hot chocolate and a lot of drafts and drawings you still weren't done with work, not even on this hour in the night. You took the job pretty serious but your mind wondered off way to often and it caused you to fall back a little. But the thrill of the turn your life made was just too much to keep focus. You went over the drafts and bite your lip when you saw his picture. It maybe was the back side of his head but it was still him, Marco and you couldn't resist on smiling. Your phone bussed and you grabbed him from aside you without looking away. At a point you had to look down, only to see his name flare up with the question if you were still awake. You answered, smiling like an idiot. It was going on for over two weeks now, seeing each other of work and it felt amazing. He opened up more around you and you had a hard time hiding it on the work floor. He didn't texted back, how much you gazed at your phone. Over a half hour past before you heard knocking at your door. You looked up from your work and jumped up, walking into the hallway and opening the door.
'Marco.' You reacted surprised.
'You're not mad for me showing up here that late?' He asked on an innocent tone. You smiled, gesturing him to come inside.
'Was still working.'
'Luckily I'm around to force you to take some time for yourself.' He lifted up your chin and pecked your lips, leaving you with a small blush, before entering your apartment.
'I thought you were out with the guys?'
'We played some pool, Alex won.' You chuckled about his reaction on it and settled back between your work. Marco pulled out his jacket, leaving it on a chair before walking behind the couch, standing still behind you. 'When was the last time you did something for your own?' He asked, bringing your hair together over your shoulders. Your eyes felt half shut on the feeling on his fingers stroking through it.
'I'm doing a lot of nice things for the past two weeks.' You answered, hearing him laugh behind you. He was braiding your hair and the feeling almost broke your concentration. You hummed and he lowered down, pressing a kiss against your temple.
'Will you go out with me tomorrow evening?' He asked. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head to face him.
'On a date?'
'Yes, somewhere where you can't be distracted from work.'
'We have team building tomorrow, I'm not sure,' you felt silence and shook your head before looking back to him. 'I will go on a date with you.' You agreed. The smile spreading over his face was one of the most amazing things Marco had.
'Good. Then I will leave you to work and I see you tomorrow on the team building.' He pushed his lips against your cheek and you looked down to your work.
'It won't be fair you know, the team building.' You pointed out.
'We are on opposite sides, nothing fair about that. Hope you're not afraid to loose.' He winked. You couldn't really react on that because of his kiss. You laid your hand against his jaw and opened your lips, feeling his warmth, sending all this new energy through your body.
'You're the best.' You whispered. It was a thing, he knocking his forehead shortly with yours.
'Get some sleep, I see you tomorrow.' He smiled warm. You melted, not even getting up to show him the way out. Instead you gazed back down to the photo of him and his braids. You had a date.

Instead of doing others their hair you were doing your own, putting it up in a tight ponytail, almost as tight as the your sport clothes wore. Team building, cast against crew, it was hardly fair. You represented the hair department together with one of the girls.
'Cast and crew, assemble!' They shouted from outside. You shivered out of excitement, following the others outside to the big field on which there was a tower. The director stood there, with his microphone and his assistant. Your eyes scouted over the black shirts that represented cast.
'Good luck.' You startled, looking over your shoulder to Marco winking.
'If you win I won't go,' you felt silence, looking to Jordan and Alex who stood aside him, laughing against each other, all pumped up for the challenge. 'you know where.' You whispered, referring to the date.
'Sorry.' He apologized in advance. You shortly looked over your shoulder to him, looking down his sweatpants as he turned back towards his two brothers in crime. Jordan caught you on staring and your cheeks flushed, fast looking back in front of you. The director set the rules, what was pretty simple. You all where set up in groups of five, playing against the others in little games. The two teams with the highest score had to do rope pulling in order to get victory for cast or crew. You were with four others in a team of five and the things you had to do where rather funny. First challenge was extinguishing a burning pile of wood, that by running fort and back with buckets of water one at the time. Yelling to your teammates was rather fun, just as the running was ... until it became exhausting. Another challenge was being a spy and going through a web of wires without touching them. Another one was just with water balloons and a hope of laughing. It was fun, the whole day was fun until you came to an obstacle parcour. You looked to the parcour, the crawling, the climbing and you looked over to your teammates, knowing that everybody was exhausted after all those other challenges. You rather had this one first.
'Look at this.' You grunted, looking aside to Alex and his team. 'You girls look exhausted.' He chuckled. You looked further towards Jordan and Marco, they all looked so good.
'Why aren't you tired.' You huffed, getting up from the ground you were sitting on.
'Practice Y/n.' He answered. You shortly looked over to Marco, he was hiding a smile behind his fist. The arbiter walked over, standing in between the two parcours as Alex and your friend lined up to go first.
'First group to finish this wins.' The arbiter announced. You took a deep breath and looked aside to Marco who lined himself up to run against you, both the last once in the row. You tilted your head and he winked ... leaving you defenseless with that tingling feeling in your stomach. 'Go!' The man shouted and your friend started running. It was a muddy parcour in which you first had to crawl underneath wires and jump into car tires before jumping a few obstacles and climb a wall. You started to shout towards your team players, encouraging them one by one. But Alex was that much faster, reaching the wall before your friend did. He slipped in the mud, giving you more air to yell at her to go faster. To your surprise she climbed that wall like it was nothing, landing on the other side before running over to your other team players. Until it was your turn. The man from costumes slammed your hand and you started running two seconds before Marco did. The adrenaline of a chase, that was how it felt. You crawled through the mud, glad to have your hair up in a ponytail before jumping up and taking the car tires. Marco side lined you and it was hard to not look aside with how much ease he got over the obstacles and started that wall. You ran, jumping up and grabbing the edge, placing your feet against the wood while the others from the team were yelling. It took all your power to pull yourself up while Marco was running already back. You fell over it, crawled up and ran back. Arriving completely out of breath you fell down on the ground. Looking over your shoulder you knew you lost this part of the day and maybe good, you weren't sure if you would be able to handle rope pulling. You rolled on your back, gazing at the sky while taking a few deep breaths. Marco broke that imagine by hovering over you.
'Go away.' You breathed with a tiring laugh.
'Mad you lost?' He taunted. You reached to some mud a little further aside you and threw it at his face. He froze and you started laughing, getting up fast before he could grab you, which he did anyway.
'No!' You yelled as he dragged you towards the mud. 'Marco, no, please.' He pushed you down, placing his knee on your stomach so you had nowhere to go. He painted his muddy fingers over your face while you were protesting against it, slapping him on his arms.
'The both of you seem to like each other much.' Jordan noticed. You froze, looking up to Marco, knowing you crossed the line between cast and crew. Crew wasn't that close with the cast, they did their jobs, got appreciated and respected but hardly grew to something else.
'You want to join?' You asked Jordan rather quick. He shook his head, looking fort and back between the both of you before smiling and walking away. Marco looked back at you and you started laughing.
'You better look better than this tonight.' He whispered, helping you up before the both of you walked over to the main event, rope pulling. Off course, cast won the day, although that wasn't what you would remember about this day.

It took you more than half an hour to get all the mud out of your hair and the dirt out of your body. You choose a dress, a light not to occasional but neither to casual, in your favorite color. You grew nervous a little, braiding your hair up in a nice way you didn't do it often. And when you heard that knock on your door you gazed into the mirror to your own reflection, breathing out before opening. His eyes dropped over your body, just as you he was a little dressed up but not to much.
'Hey,' you started, nervous. His eyes trailed back at yours and you bite your lip.
'You look stunning.' He admired, lifting his hand to stroke your cheek.
'I'm nervous a little.'
'Why? Because it is with me?'
'No, just typical me, always nervous for this kind of stuff.' You smiled quick. He pulled you closer, looking to the way your hair was braided.
'Just you and me.' He reassured you. You pushed on your toes and kissed him softly.
'Just you and me.' You repeated. He held softly on to your face, smiling.
'You really look beautiful Y/n.'
'You to, although,' you closed the door behind you, laughing a little high pitched. 'you always do.' You said, looking over his outfit again. He wrapped his arms over your shoulder and you relaxed a little, leaning in on him while the both of your left the apartment.

It wasn't a fancy restaurant but it was intimate, with wine, all in the back of the little restaurant right over each other. It was like dreaming, you never had a nice dinner like this in the past year and it completely overwhelmed you in the beginning. While you were a little nervous Marco was the calm one, easing you into the feeling of this setting, making you relax. Your wine glass softly turned on your accord, dreamy looking how he drank the left overs out his glass. When he caught you staring he stopped his glass from entering his mouth while he squeezed his eyes a little together.
'What are you thinking about?' He asked. You smiled, looking into your glass before looking back to him.
'How amazing this is, how amazing the past two weeks were.' You admitted. You were completely falling in love with Marco and his way of radiating love and calmness. He wasn't like the others and that was exactly what you loved about him.
'You in for the long shot?'
'Defiantly.' You answered right away. He smiled and you leaned your head on your hand.
'Jordan is already guessing, maybe we should say it to them.' He went further on it. You slowly nodded, grabbing your glass and drinking some of the wine.
'I'm so not ready for that.'
'Why not?' He asked.
'Won't they judge?' You asked a little uncertain. You weren't somebody who loved to be in the middle of the attention and neither was he. But maybe telling them now would avoid the gossip of tomorrow, in the way of speaking.
'Will it change anything?' He asked you right back. You bite your lip, squeezing your eyes shut before shaking your head.
'No, it won't.' You admitted. He stretched his hand out over the table and you tabbed your fingers over his hand, embracing his wrist.
'In for dessert?' He asked. You chuckled, stroking your fingers away from his hand to hide your laugh a little.
'What kind of dessert?' You asked him innocent back. Now it was his turn to laugh while he gestured towards the waiter, not even losing side of you. He ordered your favorite dessert and you frowned your eyes. 'How do you know?' You asked curious.
'Lots of research and observation.' He winked. The mood got lighter, more playful, maybe because of the wine. You tilted your head.
'Are you stalking me?' You asked him right back.
'You have no idea what I do when I'm not around you.'
'Amuse me.'
'I think about you all the time, I scroll through your Instagram way to much and I'm always hoping you will do my hair before filming.' He answered honestly. You signed with that smile on your lips. 'I pay attention.' He answered your first question. You nodded, drinking your glass empty before dessert came, your favorite one. How could you resist all of that? The tickling feeling low in your stomach just grow the second you stayed longer around Marco. Now it was his turn to watch you while eating. You felt a blush crawling onto your face under his intense gaze. At this point, you felt both completely comfortable around each other and it made you crave for more.
'Stop looking.'
'You look better without the mud.' He reacted with a grin.
'Remember who is doing your hair every morning.' You reminded him. He chuckled, still gazing. 'Marco.' You warned him with a quick smile. He looked away, over to the other people sitting around and you just shook your head, enjoying your dessert before closing this perfect night in another glass of wine.

'Stay.' He offered, the both of you looking up to the dark sky that seemed to get even darker. You already walked over here, giving it was planning on raining you could better stay. You nodded and he held the door open into the building. You shivered a little, waiting for him to open the door to his apartment you so much liked. After two weeks you stayed at least four times over, that couch became your best friend. He threw his keys on the table and shook of his jacket, hanging it over a chair. You kicked of your shoes, curling your toes for they hurt a little.
'Was it a good date?' He asked curious, like he needed the conformation. You shove your shoes aside and turned around to him.
'Very much,' you started, walking over to him. He wrapped his arms around your body, hands resting on your lower back. 'I never felt so loved and admired before.'
'We should have done this so much sooner.' He smiled down to you. You rested on hand on his chest, shrugging.
'Doesn't matter, we are here now. Thank you for this, it was incredible.' You said with a tender smile. His forehead dropped to yours and you gazed into his eyes for a moment.
'You know I would do anything for you.' He whispered. You looked down to his lips before you titled your head a little, stroking your nose aside his before kissing him. His one hand shifted to your waist while his other cupped your face. You tangled your fingers in his hair and opened your lips to his. He wasn't eager or greedy, he was just always so on pace, so considering that you always fell right into place. Your fingers slide down to his shirt, unbuttoning the button when he stopped you. 'Are you sure?' He asked.
'You can't really ask me that question after tonight without knowing the answer Marco.' You whispered against his lips, pulling him closer in another kiss. In a way it got heated a little, your fingers scour over his chest with every button you released as he leaded your body away from the living room into his bedroom. In the past two weeks you thought about this, sex, asking yourself how it would be and growing nervous on the thoughts. But it didn't made you nervous tonight. You stroke your hair over one shoulder while his fingers reached back for the zipper of your dress. You got the goosebumps of the sound the zipper made, the soft touch of his fingertips on your naked back. You pushed his shirt over his shoulders before helping him out of your dress, leaving you with nothing but panties and a bra. The back of your knees kicked against the bed and you laughed when he almost fell right on top of you. He looked into your eyes, like he was looking for some kind of permission. The little nod caused his lips to come down on yours, kissing them before he kissed your cheek, your neck, your shoulder. His arms held most of his weight up but the little feeling his body contacted with yours just made you warm inside. His lips kissed the soft fabric of your bra before he kissed you stomach and you started to shift underneath him, arching your back to meet his lips. He kissed you just above your panties before he turned back to you and you unbuckled his belt, getting lost in the touch of his fingers roaming your skin. You removed his hair from the man bun while he clipped your bra open. You didn't felt insecure when he looked down to you. You wrapped your arm around his neck, feeling how he let his weight a little down on you. Skin against skin, heavy breaths filling the air as you felt the tensing building up inside your body in a pleasurable way. You moaned against his lips on every feeling he pulled you through while he whispered your name more than once over again. It was like he body fit for yours, like everything sparked something else in your body. Nothing in the world could match this, this feeling, this moment, this kind of love.

You woke up, a little confused for starters because it was already light outside. You squeezed your eyes back together, shifting a little until you felt that reassuring body behind you. An instant smile crawled on your lips, feeling his chest contact with your back as his arm laid crossed over your stomach. You enjoyed the warmth you were laying in, remembering the details of last night. It was perfect, more than perfect. You felt him move, lips kissing your shoulder blade.
'Hmmm.' You turned on your back, feeling how his hand moved with it.
'Good morning.' He whispered, still half asleep.
'Good is an understatement.' You reacted, tapping your fingers against his chest while studying his face. He smiled, stroking your face before lowering his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You smiled in that kiss opening your eyes when he pulled back. 'Feels like I'm dreaming.'
'I can reassure you it wasn't dreaming.'
'I know but,' and all of the sudden you remembered that you actually had to work. 'Shit!' You cursed, turning around to look for your phone, it was already so late. 'Work!' You explained and all of the sudden he was fully awake to. The both of you got out of bed in a faster pace than you got into it. The only thing you had laying around was your dress.
'I'll drive you home.' He nodded, zipping your dress up, pressing a fast kiss behind your ear. You chuckled, gathering all your things in the quickest pace you found.
'We are not making a habit of this.' You started while taking the stairs down.
'Agreed.' He held the car door open and you jumped it, leaving a message for the team that you were running late. He drove you to your apartment where you switched clothes, did something about your hair while he made coffee.
'I imagined myself another way of waking up.' You breathed while grabbing your stuff. When back in the elevator you looked aside to him, he was smiling like an idiot. 'What is it?'
'Rather fun.' He explained. You stretched your hand with the coffee cup out of the way when he came to stand before you.
'I love it.' You admitted.
'What? Running late?'
'You, last night, this.' You pointed around. He didn't had the time to kiss you for the elevator doors went open and you both walked out to his car. The only moment to find a little rest was in the drive over to set, you had time to sip your coffee while looking to the schedule, lucky for you it wasn't all that busy this morning. When you both arrived he parked the car and turned towards you.
'Happy braiding.'
'Happy filming.' You smiled, pecking his lips before the both of you got out.
'Wow,' You both turned around to Jordan and Katherine standing there. 'You both are gloating.' Jordan stated.
'Running late and arriving in the same car.' Katherine followed. You looked aside to Marco who closed the door from his car and looked over to you.
'No need denying it there brother, it's all over your face.' Jordan laughed. Marco got a little shy on the words so you pitched in for him.
'We had a nice evening.' You shrugged.
'What do we need to understand with that? Do I need to arrange a double date?' Jordan asked as Katherine winked at you and walked away.
'Maybe.' You muttered, turning around yourself and throwing Marco a small smile. He putted his hand up to wave you goodbye before you left him in the hands of Jordan ... who wanted to know everything.

Four hours ... that was all it took for half the crew and cast to know you two were dating. You focused on your work, avoiding Alex his smug grin through the mirror.
'Y/n.'
'Yes, it's true, are you happy now?' You said, not looking up.
'You two fit together, I'm happy for Marco.' He shrugged. You slowly looked up to the mirror and forced a smile on your lips. 'No need to get shy over that.'
'It's in my nature.' You muttered, finishing his braids.
'Talking about the devil.' Alex chuckled. You looked aside to Marco walking in, he immediately swung his empty bottle of water towards Alex, causing him to get wet under the last drops.
'Don't start.' Marco warned him. You petted Alex on the shoulder to signal him you were done.
'I wouldn't dare.' Alex petted Marco against his cheek in a friendly gestured. It seemed that everybody was happy, for both him and you. You watched him leaving before you looked back to Marco.
'Sit.' You pointed to the chair. He did as you asked and you started with his hair, causing him to almost fall asleep again. 'Lucky you.' You smiled through the mirror. He opened his eyes and looked back to you.
'I'll do yours tonight.' He winked. Your smile became larger while shaking your head and looking back to his hair. You were officially madly in love with Marco Ilsø.