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Brotherly Bond
Mar. 30th, 2022 10:48 amFor the Hug Prompt: 4. Comforting hugs
A thirteen year old Lars was distraught. He was searching around the house for his "special magazines" that he'd borrowed off one of his school friends. Were they in the bedroom? No, he'd checked there. Running down into the kitchen he couldn't find them on the counter either where sometimes papers were left. Oh no. What if--what if another student at the school had picked them up?
It was then his brother's loud voice boomed in the kitchen.
"Lars? Are these yours?"
Harald now walking into the kitchen and being Lars' older brother was already over a foot taller than him. Four years his senior the seventeen year old Viking boy was clutching some magazines in his hands looking confused.
"These are girls' magazines, brother. Why do you have them?"
Lars instantly froze noticing the magazines, which were fashion magazines filled with pages on make-up, clothes and other girly things. He squeaked becoming rooted to the spot for a few seconds before finally running away outside, feeling tears roll down his cheeks. He was a boy! Yet, he liked girly magazines and liked talking about girl things to his friends who were boys and girls. Finding a spot inside a large felled tree he hid inside not wanting his brother or his parents to find him. No young boy should be looking at such things should they? Harald was the perfect son. Tall, strong and followed in the ancient Viking ways. Lars wanted to become a famous musician or singer perhaps in a glam band. His father would no doubt disagree.
***
It had been around an hour since Lars had run off into the woods and Harald like any good brother had sought to follow. The young man had been acting secretly ever since his thirteenth birthday. Perhaps he was beginning to change into a man and his hormones were all over the place but then---why was he reading girl's magazines? Harald did not understand. It was best that their father did not find them.
"Lars? Where are you, Liten kanin?"
Harald often called his younger brother "little rabbit" because it suited the blond. The large boy crunched through the woods with his large feet, crunching dead sticks and undergrowth with his boots. Where was Lars? Surely, he would not hide out all night? A foolish thing. There were bears and wolves who would gladly pick out a young boy for it's supper.
Lars was sniffing and wiping at his eyes inside the dead tree stump until he heard his brother's voice. He would surely have to come out and face the truth. The truth that---that he was gay. That he liked girl's things and liked boys. He found them handsome and wanted to kiss them. Sighing, Lars finally crawled out of his tree stump and found Harald standing by a tall stone.
"Brother! Where did you get to? I was worried. Do not run away again like that. You could have been eaten--"
Lars waved his hand in front of Harald, stilling him.
"My magazines---they---they are mine. I----like boys and girl's things."
There, he'd said it. Harald just frowned for a good few moments before finally cracking a smile. So what if his brother liked girl's things? This was his life and the gods obviously cared for one of their own as they sought to hide the little rabbit from the wolves and bears for at least two hours. Harald was not one to judge as he pulled Lars in for a big hug.
"Do not worry yourself on this. We are a family, Lars. If you like to put paint on your face and smell like a flower field then this is your choice. You are still my brother and I will fight anyone who dares insult you."
Harald ruffling Lars' light blond hair, hearing the boy squeak and then giggle. It was a huge weight lifted off his shoulders now that he realised his brother was ok with everything. As for telling his parents? That would come in due course.
A thirteen year old Lars was distraught. He was searching around the house for his "special magazines" that he'd borrowed off one of his school friends. Were they in the bedroom? No, he'd checked there. Running down into the kitchen he couldn't find them on the counter either where sometimes papers were left. Oh no. What if--what if another student at the school had picked them up?
It was then his brother's loud voice boomed in the kitchen.
"Lars? Are these yours?"
Harald now walking into the kitchen and being Lars' older brother was already over a foot taller than him. Four years his senior the seventeen year old Viking boy was clutching some magazines in his hands looking confused.
"These are girls' magazines, brother. Why do you have them?"
Lars instantly froze noticing the magazines, which were fashion magazines filled with pages on make-up, clothes and other girly things. He squeaked becoming rooted to the spot for a few seconds before finally running away outside, feeling tears roll down his cheeks. He was a boy! Yet, he liked girly magazines and liked talking about girl things to his friends who were boys and girls. Finding a spot inside a large felled tree he hid inside not wanting his brother or his parents to find him. No young boy should be looking at such things should they? Harald was the perfect son. Tall, strong and followed in the ancient Viking ways. Lars wanted to become a famous musician or singer perhaps in a glam band. His father would no doubt disagree.
***
It had been around an hour since Lars had run off into the woods and Harald like any good brother had sought to follow. The young man had been acting secretly ever since his thirteenth birthday. Perhaps he was beginning to change into a man and his hormones were all over the place but then---why was he reading girl's magazines? Harald did not understand. It was best that their father did not find them.
"Lars? Where are you, Liten kanin?"
Harald often called his younger brother "little rabbit" because it suited the blond. The large boy crunched through the woods with his large feet, crunching dead sticks and undergrowth with his boots. Where was Lars? Surely, he would not hide out all night? A foolish thing. There were bears and wolves who would gladly pick out a young boy for it's supper.
Lars was sniffing and wiping at his eyes inside the dead tree stump until he heard his brother's voice. He would surely have to come out and face the truth. The truth that---that he was gay. That he liked girl's things and liked boys. He found them handsome and wanted to kiss them. Sighing, Lars finally crawled out of his tree stump and found Harald standing by a tall stone.
"Brother! Where did you get to? I was worried. Do not run away again like that. You could have been eaten--"
Lars waved his hand in front of Harald, stilling him.
"My magazines---they---they are mine. I----like boys and girl's things."
There, he'd said it. Harald just frowned for a good few moments before finally cracking a smile. So what if his brother liked girl's things? This was his life and the gods obviously cared for one of their own as they sought to hide the little rabbit from the wolves and bears for at least two hours. Harald was not one to judge as he pulled Lars in for a big hug.
"Do not worry yourself on this. We are a family, Lars. If you like to put paint on your face and smell like a flower field then this is your choice. You are still my brother and I will fight anyone who dares insult you."
Harald ruffling Lars' light blond hair, hearing the boy squeak and then giggle. It was a huge weight lifted off his shoulders now that he realised his brother was ok with everything. As for telling his parents? That would come in due course.
