Bill Skarsgård Imagines

B. Skarsgård: I Would Hope So

Your husband's brothers listened intently with cooled vodka in their cups as you told a story to them. You'd just finished a fit of laughter with them, and now you had to easy back into your story.

"So, we're talking to the bull rider, right?" You giggled. "And he gets so into the conversation, he forgot he was sitting on the fence and got so excited, he stood up and fell off right into a pile of bull-"

"Okay!" Your husband--Bill-- interrupted your sentence. Nevertheless, the two Skarsgård men laughed their asses off rolling over the floor and couches, somehow not spilling their vodka the entire time. You laughed also, clapping your hands together and throwing your head back. Bill got up from his place next to you.

"Time to go to bed!" He announced.

"No..." Gustaf argued. "I want to hear the rest of the story!"

"Party pooper." Alex grumbled and threw a pickle in his younger brother's direction in anger. Bill caught and ate it, sticking his tongue out.

"But Bill! I like staying up with your family!" You slurred while his long arms hooked under your legs and behind your back, picking you up from the couch.

"We like staying up with you two Y/n." Gunther Replied. "Din flicka kan hantera sin vodka, Bill (Your girl can handle her vodka, Bill)!"

"Ja det kan jag (Yes I can)!" You called back, while Bill forced you to exit the living room. You heard cheers from the guys as you finished speaking in their mother tongue. Something you picked up from years of living in sweden, though, you still weren't an expert. You turned back to him, "Bill, you know I can take care of myself."

"Yes, I do-" He agreed. "-but my brothers don't know how to manage time, and neither do you, so by the time we wake up, they'll still be down there drinking."

"I wanna do that!"

You pouted, resting your head on his shoulder, the hyperactive energy from earlier slowly leaving your body the farther you got away from the room. The two of you entered your shared room.

"No. You don't. You'll regret it." Bill said. Your logical mind said he was right, but your drunken mind was still in party mode. He closed the door behind him and carried you over to the large bed.

Bill laid you down on the bed and--with a bit of struggle--managed to cover you with the blanket. He turned away for a second, going through your bag before pulling something out then turning back to you.

"Lift your head." He instructed, and you were obedient. A part of you did feel the need to go to sleep and thank god that part was stronger than your need to party.

You did as he instructed and he placed your sleeping bonnet over your hair. You smiled and pulled it over your eyes. Bill chuckled and lifted it back up. You pulled it back down in defiance.

"Come on, Y/n." He pulled it back up, climbing over you to get into bed himself. "Why are you covering your face? I wanna see your eyes."

"But you can't see my eyes if I'm asleep because my eyes will be closed anyways." You smiled up at him. When he didn't answer, you chuckled and lowered the cap again, sticking your tongue out.

Bill settled next to you in the bed and you turned towards him. You saw his eyes already closed, hand under his pillow.

You waited a few minutes before seeing if he was awake or not, then asked, "Bill?"

"Yeah?" He answered groggily, obviously being half way to sleep when you said something.

"I like your family." You whispered.

"I think they like you too." He smirked.

"That's good. Cause I really like you," You smiled, "and I wanna be with you forever."

"I would sure hope so, we're married." He laughed out, still not opening his eyes, but instead scrunching them together in that way that always made you smile because he was smiling.

You giggled and moved Bill's arm up. You settled your head into the spot under his chin, letting his arm draped over your waist. He pulled you close to him and you savored his warmth.

He placed a kiss to the top your head, "Goodnight, Y/n"

"Night, Bill." You mumbled out as you tried to fight back sleep. You were planning to sneak off back downstairs again, but as Bill's warmth settled into your body, you felt yourself drifting off to peaceful dreams to counteract the massive hangover you would have when you wake up.