fact that Frey was looking at him. When Jørgen looked up though, Frey hurriedly turned his head away. Jørgen bit his lower lip, feeling his stomach flip over in nervousness. This would've been the perfect opportunity to take Karina's advice, but he just couldn't. "Will I see you tomorrow?" he asked instead.
"Yeah. I wouldn't miss Solfest." Frey didn't look at him when he said it though.
"Great." Jørgen glanced over at an impatient Karina. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." He smiled slightly, and when Frey nodded jerkily, he turned and jogged back to Karina, who by now was staring at him with both eyebrows raised.
"Did you do it?"
Jørgen shook his head meekly.
"You coward!" She set into a full run towards her house.
Jørgen sighed and followed her. He couldn't agree more with her. She was right.
*~*~*
"Frey, meet Jørgen." Those had been life-altering words. Frey had been lost at the first sight of Jørgen's wide, friendly smile and his brilliant, green eyes. The attraction had been so instant it had knocked the breath out of him and he had not been able to even greet Jørgen properly.
Even after two months, Frey still lost his breath whenever Jørgen was close. He had never been so attracted to anyone in his life, and he had met Jørgen in the place he had least expected to. He had moved to Svalbard because it was desolate and safe. And yet the moment he had arrived, he had been introduced to Jørgen, and Frey suddenly didn't feel so safe anymore.
His stomach erupted into wild butterflies whenever he saw Jørgen, but the fear lurked underneath them, heavy in his gut. Jørgen had tried to shake his hand when they'd first met but Frey had shied away, and Jørgen had never got much closer to him since then. The closest they would get was on each their side of the bar counter.
Until today. Jørgen had been so close to him. He had talked to him and had seemed worried about his sprain. He had asked about Frey's dog. Frey had actually managed to reply, but he had been nervous and afraid. He shouldn't be afraid anymore, not here on Svalbard, but he had been.
Frey liked Svalbard. A lot better than he had thought he would. Most of that was probably because he really did feel safe. No one would hurt him here, he could walk home in the dark without having to worry about being assaulted, like he always did when walking through the streets of Oslo.
Frey shuddered as a cold breeze blew past him. He held Kosmo close and walked back inside. It might have been March, but the arctic was still cold. Snow was still heavy on the ground. Andreas had told him that the snow wouldn't start melting before June, so there would be at least three more months of snow. At least the sun had returned. It shone during the day and gave way to twilight at night. Come the middle of April the sun would be up twenty-four seven. Frey looked forward to that.
The sun was rising outside, further and further up each day that passed. Frey smiled to himself as he let Kosmo down and went into the bathroom to get some gauze. Frey knew he had made the right decision moving to Svalbard. Svalbard was the place for him. Quiet, peaceful Svalbard. Even if he had just tripped and sprained his hand, but that was more his own fault than anything.
Andreas had talked about Svalbard for at least a year before he moved, but Frey had never considered it until he'd seen a documentary on TV. And after, talking to Andreas after he'd moved, hearing how much he loved Svalbard. The thought had been in his head for months, until he'd made the decision. And now here he was. Living in Longyearbyen on Svalbard, a settlement of only about two thousand people. It was such a change from the busy life in Oslo and Frey loved it.
Frey heard claws clicking against the floor a moment before Kosmo came tripping into the bathroom. Frey smiled at him as he set to wrapping up his wrist tightly. He had only owned the little white and brown Siberian Husky for two weeks, but he had already grown
"Yeah. I wouldn't miss Solfest." Frey didn't look at him when he said it though.
"Great." Jørgen glanced over at an impatient Karina. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." He smiled slightly, and when Frey nodded jerkily, he turned and jogged back to Karina, who by now was staring at him with both eyebrows raised.
"Did you do it?"
Jørgen shook his head meekly.
"You coward!" She set into a full run towards her house.
Jørgen sighed and followed her. He couldn't agree more with her. She was right.
*~*~*
"Frey, meet Jørgen." Those had been life-altering words. Frey had been lost at the first sight of Jørgen's wide, friendly smile and his brilliant, green eyes. The attraction had been so instant it had knocked the breath out of him and he had not been able to even greet Jørgen properly.
Even after two months, Frey still lost his breath whenever Jørgen was close. He had never been so attracted to anyone in his life, and he had met Jørgen in the place he had least expected to. He had moved to Svalbard because it was desolate and safe. And yet the moment he had arrived, he had been introduced to Jørgen, and Frey suddenly didn't feel so safe anymore.
His stomach erupted into wild butterflies whenever he saw Jørgen, but the fear lurked underneath them, heavy in his gut. Jørgen had tried to shake his hand when they'd first met but Frey had shied away, and Jørgen had never got much closer to him since then. The closest they would get was on each their side of the bar counter.
Until today. Jørgen had been so close to him. He had talked to him and had seemed worried about his sprain. He had asked about Frey's dog. Frey had actually managed to reply, but he had been nervous and afraid. He shouldn't be afraid anymore, not here on Svalbard, but he had been.
Frey liked Svalbard. A lot better than he had thought he would. Most of that was probably because he really did feel safe. No one would hurt him here, he could walk home in the dark without having to worry about being assaulted, like he always did when walking through the streets of Oslo.
Frey shuddered as a cold breeze blew past him. He held Kosmo close and walked back inside. It might have been March, but the arctic was still cold. Snow was still heavy on the ground. Andreas had told him that the snow wouldn't start melting before June, so there would be at least three more months of snow. At least the sun had returned. It shone during the day and gave way to twilight at night. Come the middle of April the sun would be up twenty-four seven. Frey looked forward to that.
The sun was rising outside, further and further up each day that passed. Frey smiled to himself as he let Kosmo down and went into the bathroom to get some gauze. Frey knew he had made the right decision moving to Svalbard. Svalbard was the place for him. Quiet, peaceful Svalbard. Even if he had just tripped and sprained his hand, but that was more his own fault than anything.
Andreas had talked about Svalbard for at least a year before he moved, but Frey had never considered it until he'd seen a documentary on TV. And after, talking to Andreas after he'd moved, hearing how much he loved Svalbard. The thought had been in his head for months, until he'd made the decision. And now here he was. Living in Longyearbyen on Svalbard, a settlement of only about two thousand people. It was such a change from the busy life in Oslo and Frey loved it.
Frey heard claws clicking against the floor a moment before Kosmo came tripping into the bathroom. Frey smiled at him as he set to wrapping up his wrist tightly. He had only owned the little white and brown Siberian Husky for two weeks, but he had already grown
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