Whittler's Days [Norway]

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“This is juuuuuust great...” Kiviuq huffed, walking along with his hands stuffed unceremoniously in his pants' pockets. How did he, of all the students in the Asher Academy, get selected for a Secret Santa. He didn't even know what Santa was until some older student explained it to him. He wasn't sure if it was school-wide, but he didn't like it. He wasn't exactly buddy-buddy with anyone on this campus. Out of frustration, Kiviuq kicked a pebble that littered the forest path that he was on. Out of spite, it rebounded from a tree up and into his forehead.

“Yeowwww!” he howled, gripping his face as he rubbed the tender, now red mark between his eyes. That was just peachy, now wasn't it? Soured even further, Kiviuq continued walking while Nanuq trotted alongside him. “Fantastic. Now I have a headache and I haven't even tried to come up with a present! I have no money.... what am I gonna do Nanuq?” Sighing in desperation, Kiviuq stopped and brought his palm to his face, wiping the sweat from his brow. It was another warm day out, and Kiviuq never tolerated the heat as well as the other students.

A whine stirred Kiviuq from his inner dilemma as he snapped his attention to the canine. Instead of something bad happening, the dog was carrying a stick in his jaws, his tail swishing back and forth as he wiggled his butt in the air. Kiviuq sighed at this... he should have known... that whine was not the high pitched one that preceded an episode. No... Nanuq just wanted to play. “Not now boy, I'm thinking...” Kiviuq pressed, continuing to walk onwards. Maybe he could find a shiny stone or a shell at the beach. That was pretty lame though. If this Donald character wanted a shell, he could easily go find one himself. Kiviuq was fresh out of ideas though... there was nothing that he really could give... He really didn't have any possessions besides what he wore and a few books. Oh and his knife, but there was no way that he was giving that item away. Nanuq whined again and it gnawed at Kiviuq's patience, so he grabbed the stick and hurled in into the bushes.

“Maybe I could work somewhere to get a few dollars.... Uh, this shouldn't be that hard!” sighing, Kiviuq wandered over to a flat rock that flanked the path and sat upon it. He really, really didn't want to stress over a stupid gift. He had far more important things to focus on. A few moments later, a furry white body reappeared as the large canine sat in front of the boy, whining once more with the stick in his mouth. “Nanuq I'm really not in the mood t-.... Wait a minute,” Kiviuq said, looking at the stick held within the canine's jaws. Sure, it wasn't ideal, but the wood looked to be in good enough quality and the branch had been dead for some time, so it was dry enough as well. “That's it! I'll carve something! Thanks bud,” Kiviuq said, taking the stick as he patted Nanuq tenderly.

“I think I'll carve a wolf or something. I'm pretty good at those...” Kiviuq glanced around as he retrieved his knife from its location on his hip. He probably should have waited until he got back to the dorm so he could have grabbed his thumb pad (he always seemed to bleed when he whittled), but he was eager and filled with enthusiasm. Kiviuq had just succeeded in stripping the outer bark from the branch when he heard footsteps. Someone? In the forest? Kiviuq slid his ebony glance up, almost nervous to see who it was. He was... supposed to be in class right now.

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It was a lovely day, the perfect day to skip the class in which he was already ahead in. Lukas strolled aimlessly off the beaten-trail, winding down natural paths scoured by animals and the vegetation. He was as quiet as ever, for he had never been a really talkative boy, but for the last few days this aspect of his character seemed to have increased. There was nothing wrong with him or anything, in fact the reason why he had retreated so far into his thoughts was for exactly that reason, he was simply deep in thought. A few days ago he had discovered to his great annoyance that someone had put his name into the Secret Santa draw so now he had an obligation to fulfill the yuletide, childish tradition or some random kid was going to end up with nothing.

Well, Lukas happened to actually know who his person was, some blonde Frenchman whom he shared a dorm with. Personally thinking, Lukas thought the guy completely full of it and somewhat of an idiot but whatever. So, now he had been left with a conundrum because he had no idea in hell what he was going to get the guy so instead of trying to think about it in the crowed, loud school, the Norwegian had retreated into the thicket of the forest of the island to allow himself to relax and consider his options. Well, just from rooming with the guy, Lukas knew that he liked wine because somehow the Frenchie managed to have a bottle whenever he deemed it time to “party”… Well, Lukas could probably get some sort of expensive wine sent to him from his parents. Technically, he wasn’t old enough to purchase it back in Norway, the age being eighteen, but his parents wouldn’t think much of it save for some disapproving letter explaining that supplying another student with alcohol wasn’t good.

Whatever…. Well that was settled, so why had it taken him so long to decide? Shaking his head, running his fingers through his bangs, frowning at his own mental sluggishness, he as deeming that maybe he was studying too much, or it was about time he stopped avoiding his parents, or that he did find it somewhat hurtful when people had begun to kept their distance from him because of his persistent indifference. He hadn’t exactly realized he was walking with his eyes closed until it was too late. Just as he was opening his deep, blue eyes, he only managed a small intake of breath before his foot struck a soft body and his balance was caught off, and Lukas tripped over something, or someone.

Landing with a thud and small grunt, the blonde mentally kicked himself for being so distracted and rolled onto his back, leaning up on his forearms, his intense gaze falling upon a native looking boy. Without deterring his eyes, he reached over and picked up his hairpin and expertly slipped it back into his hair with perfect precision, once more removing his bangs from hanging into his eyes. He studied the kid for along moment, only moving with a few blinks and once he determined that he had never seen this kid before, he turned his attention to himself and acted as if nothing had happened and went to brushing off his shirt.

“Bare min flaks...” he said more to himself that at the kid. Here he was trying to be alone, like always, and he runs over a kid who idiotically was sitting in the middle of the path. Once he was satisfied that he was grass free, movement caught the boy’s attention and Lukas came face to will a dog who was just about to lick his face when, it froze. Lukas stared emptily a the temporally paused canine who was adorably sitting there unknowing caught in Lukas’ time bubble, with his pink tongue half out and his tail mid-wag. Glancing at the kid, who actually was outside of his bubble, Lukas simply said in explanation, his voice muffled a bit from his power.

“I’d rather not have dog saliva on my face….”

Translation: Just my luck ...

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A yelp shattered the peaceful ambiance of bird calls and gentle breezes through the leaves. Kiviuq's stoic expression snapped out of indifference as onyx eyes fell on whatever had attacked, er... stepped on his canine (neither of which he approved of). Nanuq whined, backing off to jump behind Kiviuq in a fit of jitters. Dogs always got this way. They wanted a 'kiss' to make it better, but a few rubs and an 'I'm sorry' sufficed in the name. However, Kiviuq got neither from the kid who had absentmindedly tripped over Nanuq. No words, at least non that Kiviuq could readily understand.

“Bare min flaks...” was uttered by the blond which caused Kiviuq's eyes to widen ever so slightly. What had he... said? It was... confusing. That was the strangest Danish that the Greenlander had ever heard. Perhaps the language dialect was different from the island that he inhabited.... but then, how did he easily understand what Mathias said when he spoke it? Seemingly confused, it did not dawn on the sheltered boy's mind that the blond male in front of him was not Danish at all, but of a different ethnicity. Regardless, the thought didn't linger for long. Kiviuq moved to scratching Nanuq behind the ear, which was enough attention to cause the dog to forget the hiccup before.

Nanuq had the tendency of being more outward that Kiviuq. Today was a perfect example of their differences. See, Kiviuq would hem and haw about bothering to say something, which he wouldn't because he felt rather unimpressed by this guy's lack of manners. Nanuq couldn't apologize, but perhaps Kiviuq could. He might have, but he felt little reason to. He was way out in the middle of the tropical forest during class. This kid obviously wasn't a teacher, so he was probably skipping too. The tanned boy felt his defense growing. He was sitting off on a rock that flanked the path. True, Nanuq had been in the middle, but that was because the dog had been fetching sticks. The stranger should have been watching where he stepped. How hard was it to notice an 80 lb mass of bright white fur? It wasn't like the Eskimo Dog blended in around here...

Nanuq was more forgiving though as he moved to great the stranger. Hm, Nanuq must not have though ill of the blunder, because he was making a motion towards the man in a non-aggressive way. 'Huh, must be an alright guy th-'

[/color] Kiviuq halted in his tracks when he saw Nanuq suddenly freeze on the spot with no indication as to why. Onyx eyes widened incredulously as he felt weak in the knees. No... what had he done... to his only friend?

It took a lot to get Kiviuq mad, or very little, but it all depended on the situation. Kiviuq had patience when it came to everything, or... almost everything. Kiviuq happened to be very defensive over his dog, but most people didn't notice because Kiviuq never saw the need to act up. Only when Nanuq was threatened did Kiviuq snap. And seeing Nanuq frozen like that.... the blond had done something and Nanuq was only being friendly.

“W-What was that for?!” Kiviuq instantly burst, panic etching his tone entirely, his calm shell shattered as his hands balled at his sides and his brow furrowed. The reply he got was ridiculous. He did something to his dog just because he couldn't handle an affectionate lick? Could he not have just said 'no' clearly...? Nanuq would have stopped. No he had to... he had to do something to Nanuq and Kiviuq didn't understand what that something was. The tanned boy began to quiver. He was... he was growing angry. He shouldn't be angry. Bad things would happen when he was in a negative mood, nevertheless actually angered like he was now. The wind began to pick up without Kiviuq's intent, bending the trees glances with inanimate groans as the rippling sound of leaves in the air replaced the bird calls that had now disappeared in forewarning. Kiviuq's expression darkened considerably, as did the weight of the air as the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

“Release him. Now.” Kiviuq articulated with his thick tongue, enunciated each consonant carefully. [/blockquote][/font]

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Lukas’ eyes shifted from the huge, fluffy white dog frozen in time in front of him to the dark-skinned boy whom he assumed was the dog’s owner who was for no reason yelling. The Norwegian just blinked idly, unaffected to the boy’s sudden urge to get hi own panties in a knot and stood, dusting off more dirt and leaved form his pants as he did. Fixing the front of his blazer, the blonde looked at the other boy and raised a brow in a “are you serious?” expression.

“Just like I said. I don’t want gross dog saliva on my face”.

As blunt as ever, he sifted his weight to his back foot and set a hand to his side, still looking at the boy whom seemed more and more agitated. Movement caught his attention and Lukas’ swept his eyes to the trees around him for they had been to shift with a random gust of wind, but he couldn’t feel it himself. Within his time sphere, he was caught off from the elements save for temperature. The more the trees moaned Lukas started to think that perhaps it was because of the boy and the small temper tantrum he was currently having.

“Faen, kid…. Settle down. Your dog is just fine. See for yourself so calm down”.

Even as he was saying it, the blonde released his time bubble so that the dog was able to continue his lick, but only to find that he was licking empty air. Lukas slightly shook his head at the strange boy…. Seriously, chill out. Lukas turned on his heel to continue his walk down the path, intending to walk off as if nothing had occurred, when suddenly a thunderous snap filled the air and Lukas, flinching at the sound, jumped with his hands up defensively and managed to catch sight of the large tree beside him begin to fall directly at him.

Stumbling back but tripping over a root, Lukas fall back with his eyes locked onto the pillar of wood falling upon him and just as it would seem that he would be crushed, the tree stopped.

Everything became still within a perimeter of a good hundred feet. The trees, the birds fleeing in the air, the weird kid and his dog, were all trapped within Lukas’ huge time bubble that he had summoned out of instinct. The boy blinked before he reached up to feel the contours of the bark that loomed over him only a half a foot away. The boy’s expression was no longer neutral but was displaying his unease of almost being crushed to death, but with a deep breath, it changed into a scowl of annoyance. Shuffling out from under the almost-fallen tree, Lukas frowned even more as he got even dirtier before he stood once more and took his time t clean himself off.

Once he deemed that he was fine, he turned his head to glare at the dark-skinned boy. Walking up to Kiviuq, the other having not recollection hat this was happening at all, the Norwegian glared the boy directly in the face while he analyzed the magnitude in which the boy showed his anger. There was little doubt in Lukas’ mind that him almost dying had had something to do with the kid because…. That tree was healthy and had no physical reason for falling to randomly and suddenly. While he did have the urge to slap the boy, Lukas refrained form doing so knowing that it would be a waste of him time; Kiviuq literally wouldn’t know what had hit him and would only feel the sting.

Scoffing a bit, Lukas turned back towards the tree and since it was blocking the path, vaulted onto it, took hold of a branch for balance before finally releasing the large time bubble. The death of the tree once more filed the air, as did the whipping of the wind and the agitated call of the birds, but there was Lukas riding the tree as it collapsed to the ground, his expression one of irritation and he seemed unperturbed that, at least from Kiviuq’s point of view, he had instantly transported from being beneath the tree to now be standing on it. Shaking his head once more at the kid, Lukas turned and hopped off of the tree before walking down the path with his hands in his pocket, his mind a tangle of thoughts and questions as he quelled down his adrenaline.

“Stupid kid…” he muttered under his breath.