[Ulrika/Spitnose] Heartbreaking

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Time and Date:: January 2nd, Mid-Afternoon

Weather:: Snowing, ice everywhere beneath deep snow

Previous Threads?::  N/A

CURRENT IC SEASON - DEVASTATING WINTER

The day was cold, and indeed the weather had gone from bad to worse; winter had turned to devastating winter.. Cold had turned to colder, and it seemed no part of the body could possibly keep warm no matter how many layers of furs were worn. Though, for one viking, it seemed one part of him had gone numb, or at least for a time. For a short time he hadn't felt anything, just shock, numbness.. before one night as he lay awake it hit him, and the tears flowed. Days passed, and the tears wouldn't stop. His heart was in his throat as he lay in bed one morning, letting the hours pass by. Soon it was mid-afternoon, and he was still laying in his bed, trying to think of what he should do and if he should say something to Spitnose.


For a moment the idea of seeing Spitnose brought fresh tears to his eyes, before he wiped them away. The skin around his eyes was red and puffy, not to mention dried out from wiping so many tears away. He turned over, before deciding to get up. With a sigh, he realized he was in over his head. He needed someone to help out, to give him a clear head about the matter. The only problem was, he didn't really have any friends except Spitnose. And at the moment he wasn't even sure if he had her either. 

With a sigh, he got up and went down the stairs, and out the door. For once his mother didn't question him. She knew he was hurting, and she knew that he needed to have time to himself at the moment.  And so Gunnar went out into the coldness of that devastating winter day, to come to Ulrika's doorstep, knocking on it three times before stepping back, head bowed... Waiting.. Waiting for some sort of answer. For right now he needed some sort of answer, some sort of guidance, for somewhere, deep down.. there was an ounce of hope.

[Ulrika&Timber]

Ulrika had recently had a run-in with a dragon attack, again. Though with Timber arround she got into less trouble with wild dragons, it still happened, moreso when her trusty dragon wasn't by her side. A hungry hackatoo was after her catch. She was disappointed that the dragon had taken her kill, but not without a fight, of which Ulrika had lost, only just.

She was still alive. With a few burns here and there. They weren't too bad, but her boots were ruined, so she had to make some new ones. She had plenty of furs and spare pieces of leather, so she cooped herself up in her room for the day to fix them.

Ulrika was by no means a seamstress, but over the years she had got to a point where she could make her own clothes that wouldn't fall apart. It pleased her, because she had so many pelts that didn't get traded away that she could use, and it also taught her how to skin an animal to get the most amount of hide as she could to work on.

For once she was alone in the house. For someone who hated being cooped up inside, the solitude to concentrate on her work was rather nice. Nice, that is, until someone knocked on the door.

Ulrika paused mid-sew. Who'd be knocking at the door? No one really knocked on the door, especially when the parents were out. She paused, hoping that whoever was knocking would leave, but they didnt. With a sigh, she pricked the needle into her bed to keep it safe and left to reluctantly answer the door.

She was met with one of her classmates. She blinked. It was... Gunnar? Right? "Uh..." She said. "You're looking for me?" No one looked for Ulrika, unless they wanted her furs. It weirded her out. "Do you want something?" She asked.

[Spitnose]

With the ground slippery and cold, Spit had taken to the peaked roof of her home. Her back rested on the dragon carving, as she stared at the lazily moving clouds in the sky. There hadn't been much to do with fish, at least not for her. Her gaze followed a Nadder as it soared across the sky, until it's path crossed over that of some one trudging through the snow. Bundled up in furs, she straightened up and decided to follow their path instead. 'Who would be out in this?' She wondered as she gripped the edge. 'Gunnar?' She hadn't seen him since Snoggletog. 'Where are you going?'

She followed him for a few moments longer, he seemed to be visiting Ulrika. She blinked a bit, tilting her head. 'Must be getting some furs to prepare for the storms.' Maybe she would pay them both a visit, she was bored and cold and needed to take her mind off the weather. Sliding down the roof she landed with a thump in the snow. It had built up to reach almost her waist and sent quite a shiver up her spine. "WOW! That's too cold for comfort." She waddled her way out of the deep snow bank, until it was only about up to her knees. The trek towards the fellow ViT's home was slow, mostly thanks to the snow and ice, even so it was considered quick for the conditions. Several times however Spit ended up stumbling and falling over her own feet, having to recover and brush herself off. And several more did she almost fall but catch herself before she met the ground.

But she made it, one way or another, she got there in one peice. She considered a grand entrance, greeting them both loudly at the door which they now stood at. But something told her to hold back. Nipping just out of sight, Spit peered around the corner. 'What am I even doing?'

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Gunnar waited at the door, shuffling his feet, fiddling with his fingers. One would think he was nervous to see Ulrika, but no; the real reason for him being nervous was because his mind was on Spitnose. He always seemed to fidget or what not whenever he thought of her. Just then the door opened and he looked up, to see a girl standing in the door. Ulrika; great, so he had the right house. She seemed surprised to see him, and he looked to her, nodding, "Um, ya... I need advice..."

He inhaled deeply, "See, there's this girl... She's pretty, tough as nails, and a bit oblivious to the world..." The words came from his mouth, yet, without realizing it, he had described both Spitnose and Ulrika, he sighed, "She goes to class with me... and I really like her... I just... I don't know if she likes me back." He looked down at his feet, his face red from thinking of Spitnose.

Once more he looked up, tears in his eyes this time, "I really don't want to lose her as a friend... I just... I need to know... Y'know? You.. you got any advice?" He looked to her, eyes pleading, however one could not see that for his back was facing Spitnose now. Shuffling his feet, he bowed his head, not realizing Spitnose was nearby.. Oblivious to the consequences that would undoubtedly occur from this visit.

[Ulrika&Timber]

Ulrika watched Gunnar incredulously as he started to gush. She closed the door and stepped from from the doorway. She had been caught off guard and was now kind of confused. Ulrika remained silent as she tried to process what was going on.

She felt totally out of the loop. She knew Gunnar but she wasn't particularly friends with him, as in they never really hung out together. He was bright red and embarrassed but Ulrika didn't really get it at all.

Ulrika remained silent for a while after Gunnar stopped. She then took a brave breath. "I... I have like no idea what you are talking about. Everyone likes each other in class, except Grima and Sundra. I hate those two."

It then clicked. "O-oh. You mean like, boyfriend and girlfriend?" Ulrika wrinkled her nose slightly. It wasn't something she particularly thought about. "...Are you crying? Real Vikings don't cry. Man up, Gunnar, I don't want to be seen with some snivelling crybaby." With that she gave a brief glance as a small group of villagers passed in the street. Ulrika sighed.

"...Wait." Her expression suddenly became stern. "Wait, are you talking about me? Are you asking me out?" Ulrika inevitably got flustered at that. She didn't really know Gunnar enough to have an opinion on him.

[Spitnose]

Leaning out a bit more, Spit was struggling to hear what was being said. There was definitely crying, and desperation, but why? 'Wait... does he like Ulrika?' She pondered, but maybe she was just over thinking it all. But what few words she did pick up... it really seems like it. At this thought she felt a twang of pain, nothing physical but a deep down gut kind of feeling. A frown spread on her face, her gaze lowered down to her feet. 'Why do I care?' Peeking around the corner again she started gnawing on her lip. 'Am I... jealous?' The thought was foreign to her, but what else could it be?

Before she let her emotions get the better of her, Spit decided to wait, maybe it wasn't what it seemed. But the more she heard the worse she felt. Before Gunnar would even have a chance to reply to the question of dating, she bit her lip and scrunched up her face. "Why do I care? I should be happy for them..." There was a faint whine to her voice that was barely above a whisper, her gaze slowly pulling up from the snow. There was no reason to stick around here any longer, she had heard enough.

However in her attempt to get away unseen, her toes caught the back of her heel and she did a face plant into the snow. The sharp and sudden cold stung her face, causing her to sit up immediately. Gasping from the shock, she found tears burning their way down her cheeks. Scrambling to her feet she took a moment to brush the snow off, sniffle a bit before glancing back for a brief moment. But no longer than that, she instantly bolted back home with the speed and grace of a injured yak. 'I should have just stayed at home.' Her brain was pitching and twirling in knots as she ran, thoughts and emotions at war with each other. Nothing made sense, and she just wanted to leave it all behind.

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Gunnar was standing there, the tears forming in his eyes. Maybe this had been a bad idea; how bad he couldn't even imagine yet.. but it hadn't been one of his brighter moments, that was for sure. Gunnar fell quiet as she caught on to what he was talking about, and as she told him not to cry he blinked and wiped a tear from his eyelid. He was about to respond when her next words floored him... "Like.. you.. No.. No, I was talking about Spitnose." Just then the hairs on his neck seemed to stand on end and he turned around, to see footprints in the snow.

Desperately he looked around to see who it was, but could only make out a small figure in the distance disappearing quickly. Yet it didn't take a second glance for him to know who it was. "Oh no.. Spit!" He scrambled to run after her, the deep snow making him stumble. He stopped a few yards away from Ulrika. "Look, umm.. I'm sorry, I got to go.. like.. now! Bye!" With that he took off running after Spitnose, as fast as his clumsy legs would carry him through the snow.

In his mind ran several thoughts, all of which were bad. He just knew he had to get to Spitnose, and somehow, someway, make this right. By Thor if she had overheard that.. She'd either know he liked her or think he liked Ulrika. He didn't know which one to expect, but something told him her reaction wasn't good. Thus as quickly as he could he followed the footprints of Spitnose's boots through the snow, hoping to track her down that way.