Northman Canoodling, Despite Drama

A/N:

Big thanks as always to my other thirds – A Redhead Thing and Sapfirerose.
I give you the brothers Northman. I love all three of them!

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SPOV
I woke up in the morning practically clutching Eric. I had an arm thrown over his stomach, a leg between his, and my face on his chest. My neck hurt like hell, and I had no idea how I ended up in that position. I sighed and raised my head to look at him, resting my chin on his pec. He was sleeping, and I watched him for a moment, thinking about what he’d said the night before.

I’d been over it in my head a thousand times. I had lain awake in his arms, hearing it over and over. “I’m falling in love with you.” I should have been on cloud nine. I should have attacked him and had hot monkey sex until we collapsed in a pile of exhausted muscles, but instead I said something lame, like, “I think I’m falling for you too, but I’m scared.” It was because of Sophie Anne’s stupid media stunt, and I hated what it had done to us.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down my back as he woke up. “Good morning.”

“Hi.” I couldn’t help but smile. He looked so good lying there, and I felt so content with him. “I get to meet your brothers today.”

“Yeah, you do.” He smiled. “They’re going to like you.”

“You think?”

“Of course.” He kissed my forehead, and I smiled. I wanted things to be normal between us. We were quiet, smiling at each other for a few minutes. Hesitantly, he asked, “Are we okay?”

I sat up on my elbow; honesty was the best policy, right? “I really want us to be.” I sighed, closing my eyes as his hand ghosted up my back.

He whispered my name and I opened my eyes to see his face angled in front of mine, his lips all but brushing mine. I held his gaze, as I closed the distance between us. Our lips met and he kissed me slowly, warmth spreading through my body. I slid my tongue along his, then stroked it and sucked gently. Eventually, he pulled back, and gently kissed my nose.

“I’m not giving up,” I said softly. He nodded, and smiled. I bit my lip, hesitating for a second. “Shower?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I invited?”

I nodded and sat up on my knees. He shook his head, grinning, and I realized I had struck a sex kittenish pose on accident. I hopped off the bed, and reached for his hand, leading him to the small bathroom.

Showered and sated, we sat in the kitchen eating cereal and sipping coffee, while he checked his email. I smiled over my mug, watching him and thinking that shower sex with Eric could replace my first cup of coffee any day.

“Oh, that’s a nice picture.” He chuckled.

“What is it of?”

“You, kissing me last night.”

“What!” I stood and moved to look over his shoulder at the computer. Pam had sent him a link to the tabloid website Just Jared, and Eric was reading the article next to a picture of us kissing outside the car near Curragh.

~~~

Northman Canoodling, Despite Drama
Bloodlust
 hottie Eric Northman continues to vacation in Michigan. He was spotted last night dining at The Curragh Irish Pub in Holland, Michigan with his admitted girlfriend, the recently divorced Sookie Stackhouse. Questions remain regarding the star and his involvement with costar Sophie Anne LeClerq, who last week had a falling out with her on again, off again goth-rock boyfriend Blackhart (a.k.a. Kevin Prior). Two nights ago, an intoxicated Sophie Anne claimed that she andEric were dating, bringing into question his fidelity.

Both Eric and Sookie’s reps have disputed the claim, stating again that the two of them are in fact dating, and are quite happy. Despite repeated attempts for comment, Sophie Anne’s camp has been eerily quiet.

In a side note, Blackhart is rumored to have been checked into a detox center for another attempt at finding sobriety. His last stint in rehab was two years ago.

Based on photos from their recent wine tasting trip, and the kiss Sookie laid onEric last night (See Photos), the evidence is not looking good for Sophie Anne, who was seen staggering out of the Viper Room last night with the aid of bothOlsen sisters.

~~~

“Holy crap.”

“I know, both Olsen sisters?” He deadpanned.

“Eric!” I laughed, and hit his arm as I went to sit down. More seriously, I said, “It sounds like they don’t believe her.”

“Well that’s good, because she lied.”

I laughed again. “I wonder why her rep hasn’t made any kind of comment?”

Eric shrugged, “There are times when it’s better to say nothing. If I had to guess, she’s going to end up in a hospital soon, and then no one will care what she said.”

“That’s awful.”

“It seems to be the way of the young starlet these days. I’m waiting for her to flash her crotch getting out of a car.”

“Oh my god. Just the other day she was your friend, remember?”

He sighed. “I thought she was, but it turns out I didn’t know her at all.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sookie, don’t you dare apologize for her. She did this not you.”

“Okay. Okay. See, this is what I’m worried about. I think I’m too nice for Hollywood. Wait, that sounds wrong.”

He laughed. “You are too nice for Hollywood, but L.A. could use a good dose of nice.” Picking up our cereal bowls, he went to the sink and rinsed them, then put them in the dishwasher. “Will you be ready in half an hour?”

“Oh, yeah, let me go dry my hair.” I finished getting ready, grabbing some clothes for the beach and for staying over at Eric’s with him and his brothers. I joined Eric in the living room and we headed out, once again maneuvering our way through the photographers at the end of my driveway. A couple of them jumped in their cars down the block and began to follow us. They weren’t chasing us and taking pictures, but clearly they were coming with us.

We got on the highway and headed for Grand Rapids to pick Eric’s brothers up. They had each connecting flights in Chicago, and were on the same flight into the smaller airport. I was a little nervous to meet them. Would they like me? Would they be anything like Eric? What did they think about all of this Sophie Anne business?

I took Eric into the food court area where we could wait for his brothers. We got coffee and sat down, watching the activity on the runway through the giant windows.

A rush of people came down the ramp from the boarding gates, and near the end of the pack I saw two men laughing together as they walked. I would have known them anywhere. They didn’t look identical to Eric, but they were the kind of brothers that you could certainly pick out in a crowd. One was wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt, with a flannel shirt and flip flops, while the other was in khaki shorts, loafers, and a golf shirt. I had a feeling that flannel shirt guy was Sven, because he was a river guide in Colorado, while the guy in the golf shirt was Chris, who worked at Boeing in Seattle.

Eric was grinning, and a couple of cameras flashed as he hugged his brothers. They were laughing and talking in Swedish with huge smiles on their faces, and then his brothers turned and squeezed me in a sandwich between them.

“Oh! Hello!” I giggled, glancing at Eric, who simply shook his head and smiled.

They released me, only long enough for each one to hug me individually. “It’s great to meet you! I’m Sven,” the one in flannel said. I was right.

Then it was Chris’s turn. “Hello, Sookie!” He stepped back and grinned, with mischief in his eyes. “We can’t wait to tell you all kinds of stories about Eric. He is so going to regret inviting us out here.”

“Alright. Let’s at least get back to the car before you start filling her head with garbage.” Eric put his arm around me and we walked towards baggage claim.

Sven teased, “Yeah, you want her trapped in the vehicle so she can’t run away screaming when we start telling her the good stuff.”

Chris laughed with him. “Oh yeah, like his Michael Jackson phase.”

“Fuck. Those parachute pants?”

“Pants? The sequined glove!”

“You’re making shit up! Dra åt helvete!”

I was cracking up as they fed off each others jokes, teasing and laughing the way only brothers could. “Wait. What did you say? Where did you guys learn Swedish?”

“Sorry. I told them to go to hell. We learned Swedish from our grandparents, my dad’s folks.”

“But farfar, grandfather, taught us to swear,” Sven added.

“Farmor would have killed us for swearing,” Chris laughed. “She was strict.”

The baggage carousel began to move, and Chris and Sven moved closer to it. I slid my arm around Eric’s waist, and felt his hand move to my lower back. I leaned my head against him, and we watched his brothers goof off as they waited for their bags.

“Holy shit, bro! This place is sweet!” Sven was staring at the beach house, slack jawed.

“Very cool. It’s like a tree house on the beach.”

“Dude. This is way better than your place in Cali.”

“Yeah, that house is too modern and sterile.”

“That place is totes boring.”

“He bought it furnished. Who does that?”

“I’m standing right here. And you’re confusing the hell out of Sookie.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Yeah, sorry Sookie.”

“I’m not confused, it’s just funny to listen to all of you.”

We walked across the bridge and Eric took my hand. Sven and Chris set their things down in the living room, and went straight out to the deck. We were following behind them when Eric’s phone rang; he excused himself and stayed inside to take the call. I went to stand at the rail with his brothers, tilting my head to feel the sun on my face.

“Sookie, is everything okay?” Chris asked quietly, as if Eric would have been able to hear through the sliding door if he was any louder.

“We know you guys haven’t been dating very long, but he hasn’t been this happy in years. And like that crap that Sophie Anne said, you know it’s not true, right?”

“We’re okay guys.” I sighed. “I just don’t know if I’m cut out for all of the drama. This stuff with Sophie Anne probably just brought it to the surface a little sooner than it would have happened otherwise.”

Sven snorted, “Well, he can be a drama queen, but not with the Hollywood stuff.”

“Sookie, he’s really not like that. He avoids all of the drama like crazy. He just wants to act and have his life.”

“I know. I just need a little time to get my head around it.”

Chris smiled. “But in the meantime, you two look pretty happy together.”

“Jesus Doctor Phil, leave her alone already.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sven.”

The slider opened, as Eric came out to hear the last statement, and in brotherly fashion, he joined in. “Really, shut the fuck up, Sven.”

“Dude. You can’t just toss out an STFU at me like that.”

“I’m your older brother, I’ll toss out all the STFU’s I want. You’re not out here giving Sookie a hard time, are you?”

“Eric, they’re fine. We’re just getting to know each other.” I walked over and put my arms around him, leaning my head against his chest.

“You guys want to take your stuff to your rooms and then we can go down to the beach? We’ve got some footballs and Frisbee’s if you want to play.”

Both brothers agreed that it sounded good, and Eric told them there was one guest room upstairs and another downstairs, letting them choose. They went inside and it got quiet again.

“Wow. The three of you together is crazy. I don’t know how your mom survived it.”

He laughed, and kissed the top of my head. “Yeah. She reminds us all the time that we’re the reason for her grey hair.”

“But I like them, Eric. They seem great.”

“They like you too. You want to get changed?”

“Are you going to put sunscreen on me again?” I teased, imitating him and waggling my eyebrows.

“You are evil.” He laughed, kissing me.

EPOV
I watched Sookie with Sven playing football on the beach, and waited for Chris to start with his Dr. Phil crap. He didn’t disappoint.

“So, Sookie seems great.”

“She is great, Chris.”

“What’s going on?”

Chris was observant. He’d picked up on something. “What do you mean?”

“It’s me, not dumb ass out there.” He slanted his head towards Sven. “What’s up with her memory? Is she sick?”

I sighed. I should have known he would notice her hesitations and rambling answers when she couldn’t remember something. “She has amnesia.”

He didn’t even blink, it was impressive. “Since when?”

“The night we met. She got knocked out by a TV camera following me. I felt so bad that I wanted to take her home to make sure she was okay, but she couldn’t remember where she lived.”

“No shit?”

I nodded, taking a swig of beer.

“Is her memory coming back? I mean, she remembered some things, there were a just a couple of things that seemed to trip her up.”

“Yeah, things are coming back. She says it’s like Swiss cheese, there are holes that are just gone.”

“So you met her here, not on the blog?”

“Both actually. I just didn’t know it was her blog, but I’ve been reading it for a few years.”

“Wait, the tiramisu chick? That’s Sookie?”

I smiled and nodded.

“That is funny.”

“Wait, it get’s better. She’s also the girl Sam’s been saying was perfect for me.”

“Those are some powerful signs.”

“I know, right?” I laughed. The neighbor kids had joined Sookie and Sven playing football, which had really become a game of keep-away, with Sven in the middle.

“So, she has amnesia, you’re in love with her, and Sophie Anne is trying to use you as a pawn in her fucked up relationship with that guy in rehab?”

“That about covers it.”

“That’s fucked up.” I nodded and we sipped our beers, watching the waves. “You’re not telling Sven about Sookie’s memory, right?”

“Nope.”

“He’ll call mom as soon as you turn your back, and mom will, well, she’ll be mom.”

“Yup.”

We clinked the necks of our beer bottles, a brotherly signal that he would keep our secret. It wasn’t so much Sookie’s amnesia that mom would freak out about, but if she found out about the amnesia she’d figure out what Sookie meant to me because I was taking care of her, and she’d be all over us in a heartbeat. Mom wanted grand kids, and the three of us were perpetually single.

After a while, Chris sighed. “What’s your plan?”

“What plan?”

“To help her get over her Hollyweird fears.”

“I don’t know yet. You have something in mind?”

“She needs to see you in California, see that it’s not all that different from here. I mean, yeah, when you have a premiere or an awards show it’s crazy, but for the most part,” he snorted, “You’re kind of lame.”

“Thanks. Yeah, she’s coming out for fourth of July.”

“That’s good. I think that will be good for her to see. Don’t try to impress her, just do your thing.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Then I’ve taught you well.”

“Whatever.” I laughed. Chris was always giving Sven and I dating advice, whether we wanted it or not. The funny thing was that he never dated the same girl more than a few months at a time. He got sick of them, or he found someone he liked better, but somehow, he managed to part on good terms with most of them.

Sookie and Sven wandered back over to us, Sven was telling her a story about one of our winter trips to my grand parent’s place in Minnesota. He was trying to imitate our grandfather’s accent when he yelled at us for tracking wet snow into the house.

Sookie sat on the edge of my chair and leaned over to give me a kiss. “I’m heading in to take a shower, wash this sand and sunscreen off.”

“We’ll head in soon. I’ve got to get the grill started.”

She excused herself and I couldn’t help but watch her ass as she walked towards the house. The door shut, and both of my brothers burst out laughing; I guess I’d watched her ass longer than I meant to.

Sven opened a beer. “You’re making dinner? Did you get me some portabellas and stuff?”

“Yes, and I have the dressing you like for the marinade.”

“Sweet. Thanks, man.”

“Sure thing, Veggie.”

Sven was, for lack of a better term, a hippy. He lived in a tiny apartment, ate nuts and berries, wore sandalwood oil instead of cologne, and gave any spare money he had, which was usually very little, to Greenpeace. I’d bought his plane ticket for the trip, I always did, and we never told Chris. Sven had a Bachelors degree in Anthropology, which he had no desire to use. He’d started working as a river guide while still in college to pay for his addiction to white water rafting and kayaking, and begrudgingly finished his degree at my father’s orders, complaining the entire time that he wouldn’t need a college diploma to work on the river.

Chris headed inside to shower and change, leaving me and Sven alone for the first time. I had such different relationships with my brothers. Chris and I shared some pretty deep secrets, but Sven and I were different. Chris was only one year younger than me, but I was four years older than Sven, and I’d always felt a need to care for him.

“So, how are things?”

“They’re good.”

“Thanks for taking some time off and coming out here.”

“It’s no problem. Thanks for loaning me some cash.”

“Sven, it’s not a loan. I don’t want you to pay me back.”

“You always say that.”

“I always mean it. It’s worth the money to get to see you, and it’s not like you’re calling me up asking for handouts.”

“I try not to.”

“What’s new?”

“I’m getting a real job.”

“What’s that about?”

He smiled, “A girl.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah. She came up rafting last summer, and then I saw her again when I was working the ski lift. We grabbed drinks and skied on my day off. Then we started emailing, and I’ve driven down to the city a bunch of times.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I took an exam to work at American Express customer service and accounts. I guess I impressed the shit out of them. I’m moving to Denver to start training in two weeks.”

“Whoa, that’s a nine to five job.”

“Yeah. I need to buy shoes and everything.”

“That’s actually sad. I’ll send you a box of clothes after I get back to California. Make sure to email me your new address.”

“I’d say no, but I know you’ll send me good shit. You sent me sweet stuff from that beach volleyball thing you went to; I can only imagine the stuff for work you’ll send.”

“I’ll throw in some shoes too.”

“Nice.”

We heard the slider open and Chris yelled down from the balcony, “Mom’s on the phone. Come inside, losers.”

We headed in to the house, and passed the phone around so mom could talk to each one of us. Sven and I grabbed quick showers and then I fired up the grill for dinner. Sookie and Chris were making salad and Sven was doing whatever it was he did to his vegetables. I put the chicken on and we all sat outside while it cooked.

Our meal was delicious, and we all laughed while we ate, talking about the sneaky questions mom had asked, to try to find out more about Sookie and me. We played cards until late in the night, Sookie and I wrecked my brothers playing Hearts.

When Sookie and I finally went up to bed, Chris and Sven were playing poker, laughing and swearing like Swedish sailors.

A/N:
So – you love them too, don’t you? Ha ha. Drop me a review. Which brother are you fighting me for? And – OMG – writing that Just Jared thing was so fun! “I know, both Olsen sisters?” Eric is so funny!

Info from this chappie:
Gothboy/Kevin Prior’s Goth name was created using the Goth Name Generator. LOL I couldn’t come up with a good one on my own. I will admit it took two tries – the first name it came up with was Lustful Curiosity, and although I almost wet myself laughing, it just didn’t work. So I tried again – jackpot. BLACKHART. Perfect.

Swedish names for Grandparents

Swedish Swears

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