Internal Turmoil [Gunnar]

[Spitnose]

Time and Date:: January 2nd, Mid-Afternoon
Weather:: Snowing, ice everywhere beneath deep snow
Previous Threads?:: Heartbreaking

In a flurry of feet, fur and snow Spitnose had returned home. A very startled Drumgut was sitting at the table, likely eating some sort of lunch. But she hardly had time to notice. "Gut!" She slammed the door as she cried her brothers name. "Nothing makes sense!" She threw herself onto the floor, face down and limbs spread out. "Why don't boys make sense?" Her voice was muffled by the floor. He simply stared, blank faced just as confused as she apparently was.

"I... uh..." He lifted a finger away from his bowl, about to say something. "What am I talking about, of course you wouldn't know." Spit rolled onto her back and craned her head back to stare at him upside down. "YOU'RE a boy!" Tears once again began to flow. Struggling to her feet from the floor. "If any one needs me... I'm not home." She climbed, well more fell, up the stairs leaving Drumgut baffled. "Okay... I made stew?" He called out, though he didn't expect her to hear at all. What with a bad ear and her having been crying rather loudly.

Spit meanwhile had buried her head into a pillow. She was basically screaming into it, legs kicking at the wooden bed beneath. "It's not fair! He's a friend, he can like whoever he wants!" She buried her head deeper and muffled her yelling further. "Loki is playing tricks on me, I swear." She stopped kicking, and lay face down. Muffled groans of 'Why' escaped the pillow every so often, followed by loud sobbing even through the pillow.

[Gunnar the Gullible]

"Son of a half eaten troll..." Came the helpless squeals from a very distraught boy, who happened to be running through the snow. The situations seemed grim; what with Spitnose, the girl he liked, having overheard part or all of his conversation. And by the looks of it, what she had heard she didn't like.. not in the least. Panicking, Gunnar increased his speed and lengthened his step, following her foot prints in the snow. As he ran he gained an idea of where she was going, even after they disappeared. Meanwhile he was screaming to Thor, "Why! Why did this have to happen?!"

Stumbling through the snow, he kept running, completely out of breathe yet still pushing himself to move faster, to try and catch up with her; though that seemed all but hopeless. Within a few moments, or what could have been hours in his own mind but in reality had only been five minutes, he arrived at her doorstep heaving and trying to catch his breathe.

Pausing a moment, he felt a pang of fear hit him; what if she didn't want to talk to him? What if she completely shut him out of her life? What if... she didn't like him back? Shaking his head to rid the thoughts from his mind, he forced himself to rap on the door a few times, backing up quickly. As the moments passed he grew more and more anxious. Beneath his breathe he muttered anxiously, "Come on, Spit.. answer the door..."

[Spitnose]

There came sudden knocking at the door, and Drumgut snapped to alertness. His sister however heard nothing, head buried deep into the pillow and sobbing drowning out any noise. With their parents out a it left Drumgut to get the door. He sauntered over and pulled it open. "Hello?" He was a bit shocked right now by what he found. "Oh, uh, Gunnar. Hi." It was one of the ViTs, he had become good friends with Spit.

As he stood at the door, Spit had noticed something was up. A burst of cold air coming from the door forced her out of the bed and to peek down the stairs. She swallowed as she saw who stood there with her mountain of a brother. 'Oh no...' Her teeth began to grind together as she tried to be as stealthy as possible. 'Why is he here now?' Her head had to turn to try and listen in on the conversation.

"Uhm, if you are here for Spitnose she told me to say she's not home." He casually scratched at the back of his head not realizing what he had just said. "But the stew is getting cold, uh if you want to stick around that is." Backing up a step he motioned for the younger viking to come inside. "To have some stew I mean..." He trailed off, not really good at the whole 'talking to people' thing.

Silently cursing, she watched as her brother let Gunnar in. Of all the people to let inside, it had to be the one she didn't want to see. She wanted to sort out her brain, get everything straight before she confronted him again. But apparently it was happening now. Or, whenever her brother finished with him.

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Standing at the door, Gunnar felt his palms become sweaty as a million thoughts raced through his mind; in his mind he feared what would happen when he opened the door, but he deep down he knew he had to do this. For he knew that somehow, someway, Spitnose was hurting. What she had heard he didn't know, nor did he realize what she was thinking or feeling; but he knew it couldn't possibly be good. Thus standing there waiting for the door to open had to be one of the hardest, most gut wrenching moments of his life... So when the door opened...

He looked up abruptly, a gasp escaping his lips as he expected Spitnose but saw... A boy. Straining his mind to think who it might be, he realized it was her brother. "Umm, right, hi... I was here to see..." Gunnar asked carefully, but Gut seemed to be relaxed enough to tell him that Spitnose was there, but telling her brother to pretend she wasn't. Looking down, he gulped, giving a brief nod. Just as he felt his heart sink with the fact that she didn't want to see him, he vaguely heard Gut mentioning stew and... sticking around?

"Oh, um, right.. Stew. Ya, that'd be... umm... good." He said awkwardly, not knowing what to say to him otherwise. This was her brother, and he was probably well aware that Spitnose was hurting; the fact that he was inviting him in was surprising to Gunnar, but if it was a chance to see Spitnose it was an invitation he couldn't deny.

As he opened the door to let him in, Gunnar walked inside, and as he did so his eyes lifted to see a figure at the top of the stairs. Momentarily he froze, forgetting where he was... He looked to Gut and said quietly, "Can you, umm... give us a minute?" As he spoke his eyes were downcast, he felt his heart racing and his gut in knots as he waited to speak with Spitnose.

[Spitnose]

Spit was trying her hardest to listen in, but nothing seemed to travel far enough for her to hear. 'Of all the times Drum has to be silent...' She grumped narrowing her eyes. But for a brief second, the caught Gunnars eyes. She whipped back around the corner, almost biting her tongue as she pressed against the wall. 'Odin's beard! Maybe he didn't... no he definitely saw me.' She tried to steady her breathing.

Drumgut just kind of nodded a bit, as he walked over to the table. "Oh." He hadn't even realized his sister had been lurking from above. "Yeah.... sure I guess." He didn't even stop to think about what she had asked of him. "I'll save a bowl." He lumbered back over to the table and sat down.

Now grinding her lips between her teeth, she couldn't believe her brother had betrayed her! 'Traitor!' She shuffled away from the top of the stairs. Well, there was no avoiding it now... or was there?

Sitting against the wall, she pulled her knees up to her chest and fit her sweater over top of them. After some effort, she pulled her head through the neck of it so only her braid was poking out through the thick turtle-neck. It was fool-proof! Gripping her hands together in front of her knees, and just hoped he wouldn't notice... and the thought of him saying something she didn't want to hear made her cringe and tears began to swell at the corners of her eyes. Sniffing a bit, she braced herself for when he inevitably came up the stairs. "Spitnose isn't here right now, she's in sweater village..." She muttered faintly, muffled through the layers of her thick sweater.

[Gunnar the Gullible]

As Gunnar entered the house, his eyes went first to the soup and then... they met with hers. Yet just as he had locked eyes with her, she darted away, causing his heart to sink with sorrow as he cast his gaze downwards. His eyes drifted back to the stairway, barely hearing Gut's about saving a bowl. "Yeah, yeah... thanks..." Pausing for but a moment, he walked to the staircase, peering up at where she once had been. Slowly he climbed the stairs, each step;seeming harder then the next one to take as his heart pounded in his ears. He half expected her to run out screaming at him, or to hit him, or shove him down the stairs... but what he saw instead made his heart shatter in his chest.


For there, in the corner and up against the wall, was Spitnose. She was hurrying to get her sweater over her head, and when she had finished only her one, beautiful braid was sticking out. Slowly, he walked towards her, kneeling next to her. Just then a small sound met his ears; he knew what it was all too well, and it made him feel guilty and sad all at once as his gut twisted with angst... What was this subtle sound? It was the simple fact that she was crying, which for some reason that Gunnar couldn't yet understand, tore his heart in two.


At her muffled voice he gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "Spitnose..." He said softly, choking back his own emotion from his voice. He closed his eyes tightly, as if an attempt to shut out his emotions from his body, "I don't know what you heard... or saw... I don't even know why you're crying, but... I guess you know now..." He bit his lip, swallowing hard. Dear Thor he hadn't wanted to tell her now, not like this... but there seemed no other choice. He had to do it, he had to make sure she knew the truth. "Spit, the truth is.. is I like-" He paused but a moment, trying to catch hold of his own emotions, and build up the strength to say how he felt, but the words wouldn't come to him... not yet anyway. "I didn't want you to find out... not like this..."

[Spitnose]

The gnawing of her lip grew more, almost to the point of it becoming raw. She heard her name and pulled her knees in tighter. "N-not here right now..." She mumbled and turned her head away from where the sound was coming from. However as he kept speaking she bit her lip tighter. "D-don't know why I'm crying?" Her nails dug into the opposite wrists, letting her lip slide from between her teeth again. "I heard alright." With a quick tug of fabric she pulled her head back out through the neck, eyes red from tears and lip red from being chewed. But she didn't just look sad, in fact she looked slightly cross. Her face was a faint shade of red, and her bangs were damp and sticking to her face in various places.

"I know what you said!" Her head turned away once more, not wanting to make eye contact. "You didn't want me to find out what?" She was gripping her wrists so tight now her knuckles were turning white. "T-that you like Ulrika?" Spit almost yelled, trying desperately to keep her emotions in check and failing. Her cheeks were hot with anger, and though she didn't want to admit it jealousy. "I d-don't care." This time she turned her entire body away from him. "Why aren't you still out there with her?" She huffed, chin resting on her knees and staring down at her boots. She sniffed a bit as her nose began to run, but she didn't care right now. Not enough to clean it. "Just ... go. Why did you even come here?"

She didn't want to hear the answer, and was almost scared of what he might say. There was a chance it wouldn't be bad, but deep inside she was building a barrier in case it was the emotional equivalent to a punch to the gut. 

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Gunnar placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling his heart pound in his ears as he did so. As she sat there, asking why he didn't know she was crying he said softly, "Uh... no... I really... don't know... Gosh I didn't think I was ugly enough to make a girl cry..." He said, the last bit more to himself then to her. At her next words, he felt his heart lurch into his throat. "Y-You did?" He managed meekly, trying to form the words clearly, yet they only came out as a squeak. Trying to wrap his head around it, he found his mind racing. That's it. So she'd heard; she knew. She knew that he liked- Ulrika? The name came from her in a fiery spit of anger.. He didn't know what to say; had he heard that right? Ulrika... Him.. liking.. Ulrika... What was she talking about?

As she continued yelling at him, he stared at her in disbelief, "Whoa, whoa, what's Ulrika got to do with this.. I don't like Ulrika... Wait.. is that what this is all about? Spit..." He attempted to meet her eyes, but cast them downward once more. He had to say it. It was now or never, "I never said I liked Ulrika. I... I like... you..." As the words flooded from him he felt an inner sigh of relief. At least now she knew that he liked her. But did she like him back? And why did she think he liked Ulrika? Oh why were girls so confusing.

Looking down, he said quietly, "I went to Ulrika for advice... about... well, about you. I needed to know how I should, erm... tell you, y'know... that I like you and all, since I thought... Well I thought you weren't interested..." He looked up at her at last, "Are you um..." He bit his lip, blushing as he spoke, "Interested...?"

[Spitnose]

As she felt his hand through the sweater, she tried to flinch away. "Oh come on..." She grumbled a bit. Blinking a bit however, she tilted her head a bit to hear him better. The fact he didn't know what he had done made her cringe. She began to wriggle head head back down into the sweater, but stopped. 'Ulrika isn't part of this?' She shuffled a bit to face him better.

"W-wha?" Tears swelled up again, her eyes wide. 'Me? But why me...' Her knees popped out of the sweater, as she crossed her legs and rested her palms on her knees. "Advice..." She was still crying, but her voice wasn't nearly as shaken. "Why would you need.." Spit began to understand as he continued, but it still wasn't quite settling in. Her breathing however finally calmed, but it was still short raspy breaths from the tears. Closing her eyes a bit she leaned back against the wall, less tense and a lot more calm.

Realization hit her like a rock. "T-the dance?!" Well now she felt dumb. She looked away and thought back to Snoggletog, had she really been that oblivious? "Uh..." She finally fully turned to face him, wiping her nose briefly for a moment. "I guess if I get jealous..." Pausing, she glanced at the floor before looking back up. "I must be." Her laugh was a bit shaky, she was still crying but the laugh loosened it up. Instead she sound a bit alarming, laughing and crying at the same time. "I'm such an idiot, sorry." Rubbing her eyes and began to gnaw on her lip once more.

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Gunnar kept talking, and as he did so the conversation went from bad to a little better. As he admitted that he liked her, he felt a sense of relief to get it off his chest. Yet just then when he realized it was out in the open, his stomach went into knots as he awaited her answer. For a few moments her words were few, a question here and there and then... it seemed to hit her. As she exclaimed about the dance, he smiled a little. "Umm... yeah... About that..." Yet before he could finish she managed to tell him that if she got jealous she must be interested.

At this his heart fluttered, he felt like he had suddenly soared from the room and gone up into the clouds. Just then he heard her laughter, which also sort of sounded like her crying at the same time. A goofy smile was slowly forming on his face. "Y-You... You like me?" He repeated, the words seeming to make his smile grow bigger, "Idiot? No, Spit, you're not... But, if you're one, then I must be an idiot too. And I gotta be the happiest idiot in the world right now."

Suddenly he leaned forward, attempting to hug her. He barely realized what he was doing but as he did so he felt his heart lurch out of his stomach clear into his throat, holding back happy tears. He pulled back, wiping them away furiously in hopes before she noticed, and then he laughed a little, saying softly, "Wow, I never imagined a girl would like a ugly guy like me... Especially the girl I happened to like back." He looked down at his boots for a moment, thinking for a moment. Just then he remembered something, "Oh, right Spit. About the dance! I was wondering.. since last time we didn't know what we were doing... I was wondering if you wanted to have a do-over... Maybe tonight, outside the village... Y'know, under the big lights in the sky and all?" He remembered that lately the lights had been lighting up the sky shades of green, pink, and other amazing colors. He hoped she would accept his invitation.

[Spitnose]

Trying to loosen up, she sighed, but still smiling. "Yeah... I guess I do." She pulled her bangs back and laughed. "We'll be idiots together." With that she gave him a punch to the shoulder before drying her face off. Putting her hands down, her legs slid out from her chest into a less bent position. Noticing him leaning towards her, she blinked a bit. She didn't seem to understand that he wanted a hug, or why now he was crying too.

"You're not ugly, i don't know why you keep saying that." She tilted her head to the side, and stared up at the ceiling. "Now that one trader lady who's been staying in Berk, she's ugly." A faint laugh escaped her but was cut short as he mentioned the dance again. He wanted to try again, nothing wrong with that so she grinned. "I still don't know how to dance, but hey why not?" She spat on her hand and held it out, expecting him to shake it. "I'll see you tonight then!" She grinned big, actually seeming back to normal now as if nothing had even gone wrong at all. "Now let's get some of that stew!" Springing up with a laugh she made her way for the stairs.

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OOC:: We can end it here or if you want to do a final post that's cool c: