Hejla Seier, daughter of Turid Seier and sister of Magne and Laurits Seier. Returning to the city where their father had perished was not necessarily the definition of happiness for Helja. Even less when she begins to realize that this city is much...
No matter how impossible, unattainable, or unimaginable something may seem... if it's mean to be, it'll be.
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Helja was distracted by the sound of the waves hitting the small harbor. She was fully aware of the proximity of Fjor at her side but for once she didn't feel repelled.
Instead, she took full advantage of his oddly musky smell. He wasn't wearing that famous luxury scent for once and Helja suddenly realized that she much preferred his natural scent. It was somewhat more sincere, more comforting to her.
"I never thought I could ever find myself here with someone like you." Suddenly announced Fjor, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Someone like me?" Helja asked immediately with a slight apprehension in her tone.
"Yeah." Fjor said, looking sideways at the beautiful blonde by his side."Baldr was supposed to be one of the last of your kind."
Helja winced at the reality coming out of his mouth before wincing as she looked back at the Fjord in uncertainty."I'm not like Baldr and Magne. I have no powers or anything like you."
"Not yet." Fjor replied intensely as Helja nervously supported his gaze before swallowing."I should have guessed earlier. No girl has ever captured my attention like you did."
Helja immediately left an embarrassed laugh at his cheesy admission before shaking her head as she crossed her arms over her chest."It's so cheesy."
"Yeah." Chuckled Fjor as he looked down at his shoes before narrowing his smile as he gave a concerned look at Helja."I'm sorry for your brother." "It's fine. He's used to the treatment." Helja caught up somewhat on the defensive anyway before shrugging."He accepted that there was nothing we could do against your family. You have won. You-"
"No, stop. Forget it." Fjor objected immediately, shaking his head adamantly letting Helja turn to the brown smiling sincerely."When it's just the two of us ... everything is fine."
Fjor gave her a touching smile showing his dimples letting Helja feel her emotions flow again along her chest. She immediately looked away to try to hide the blush flowing down her cheeks before lowering her eyes to the ground. She watched him for a moment before swallowing as she suddenly thought of Gry in spite of herself.
"And ... what are you doing about Gry?" She asked in spite of herself with a slight feeling of jealousy.
"It was never really real with her." Fjor immediately replied beyond a shadow of a doubt as he frowned at the Fjord.
Helja nodded, puckering her lips in uncertainty before giving him another sideways look."She has a photo. Of your family."
"I know." Sighed Fjor with a serious and slight anguish visible under the surface.
"I can try to get it back if you want?" Helja suddenly suggested, immediately receiving a dazed look from the brown."Before Vidar finds out."
The implication was clear in her remarks, letting Fjor push himself nervously from the Volvo before he advanced a little to the edge, puckering his lips in hesitation. He took a long breath as he absently kicked a pebble before trying to explain himself."My entire family was ... they are complicated ... I can't really-"
