"Ragnarssons In" - Archive II

Shared Secrets

The request:

Author's Notes | Guess who was sharing nudes with some friends for a joke and ended up sending an accidental message to his father in law... uh... Some murders for today!

Info | Modern Age AU, requested by anon

⁑ Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence.

Björn wouldn't say a word. Instead, he would call Halfdan and ask his daughter's godfather to get some police officers to make a fake operation with him in the boy's house just to make him shit his pants thinking he would be arrested for spreading illegal pornography. He would manage to get a pic of the boy in the most terrible situation and then, bargain with him.

"Whether you take down my daughter's pics and ensure no one else would ever see what I saw, or I'll ensure everyone in your school will receive a copy of your ass covered in shit tomorrow morning..."

Ubbe would knock on the boy's door less than one hour after the message arrives in his inbox. His best murderous gaze disguised with a pompous way to tell the guy's parents that...

"I suggest your son finds a way to take down these pictures and send me immediately all the contacts to who he sent my daughter's private pictures or I'll have to call my lawyers and take the proper legal providences against him."

Hvitserk utterly loses his mind. He answers the boy with an audio message that can be heard from a block away from his house.

"And I don't give a fuck if it was a gods damn accident, boy, I'll fucking cut your balls with an unsharp kitchen knife and fucking sew them to your motherfucking nose, you asshole! Take these pics down and send me the numbers of the douchebags you call friends or I'm fucking coming for you, you little piece of shit!"

Sigurd would try to take the situation calmly, but it would quickly escalate if the boy doesn't want to cooperate.

"Well, little man, if you want to keep things as you say and take no responsibility for your own actions, then I'm calling my family's lawyer and I'll ensure your shitty ass won't fucking get a single chance to put a finger out of your damn bedroom in the next thirty years of your life without having a fucking cop breathing on your neck, you little bad made project of juvenile delinquent!"

Ivar would start making calls and keep the silence until his now ex-son-in-law comes to his door, crying and begging him to stop whatever he's doing that got his phone hacked, his PC hacked, his father's smart tv hacked, and the sound of his car hacked, all of them exhibiting from the most shameful videos of his childhood to the most embarrassing moments of his adolescence.

"Pretty simple: take down my daughter's pics and publicly admit you made a montage to get some attention. Post a public apology mentioning all your friends and her friends in all your social media accs and cancel them in 48 hours. Or else, I'll start showing them the pics of your beautiful mother I got from your father's personal computer..."

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