ATOMNUMMER 48 - PART V

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"Man, this house is completely sick!"

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"Man, this house is completely sick!"


Fjor suddenly got out of his train of thought thoughtful of Oscar's exclamation before standing up from the couch confidently."And still it's nothing."

He walked over to the brunet leaning against the kitchen bar before settling next to him clearly concerned. He couldn't feel any other way with the unfolding of the past few days. Not only had the damn God dared to provoke him, he had dared to make matters worse with him and Gry.

Well, to be honest, he didn't really care about the human. She was a nice girl. And if the Seier family hadn't moved to town then maybe he could have really taken an interest in her but he doubted it very much. He was still a giant and Helja had been the only one to make him doubt his membership so far. And yes, that was it.

Unfortunately everything seemed to get worse for him.

And he couldn't help but feel an even greater hatred for the insolent puny god who had dared to challenge him.

Baldr had remained submissive for so many years that he never really imagined his rebellion.

Fjor clearly saw nothing coming. Still, he could easily understand the sudden change in behavior of the fool. Helja surprisingly had this kind of effect. It was enough that she push you away to make you want to do more.

And obviously it worked for Baldr. Unlike him.

He could still feel anger flowing down his veins as he thought back to the way she threw herself on the shabby. He had never felt as much envy as he did at the time. And he hated himself for that. But he hated Baldr even more. His acts of distrust each time woke up the giant inside him.

He had never wanted to shed blood as much as in the past few days.

He clenched his fists at his side at the mere thought before suddenly turning his head to the brown by his side at his sudden intervention."What's the matter with the killer look?"

"It's because of this asshole." Oscar intervened in place of Fjor as he gestured exuberantly towards the duo under the amused looks of Rasmus and Kristian."I still can't believe this bastard got the balls to mess up your thing with Gry."

Laurits straightened casually on the stool he was occupying before giving a disdainful look at the russet-skin brown."Yeah, well, she was never made for him. She wasn't enough-how to say ... inaccessible?"

He shared a long, meaningful look with Fjor, letting the dark-haired giant show a wry smile despite the frustration still in the back of his mind.

From the start Laurits had seemed to push him unconsciously towards his sister. Not that Fjor was complaining. Magne's presence was already frustrating enough for him. He couldn't have handled two brothers against him. Especially since Helja didn't really need the help of her brothers to reject him.

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