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They call us cold because we don’t waste fire on strangers. Ice on the outside. Volcano underneath. In my frosty blue eyes you see the fire — the kind that waits, the kind that chooses. You don’t hear it in the silence, in the way I hold my coffee, in the way I measure words. But get close. Close enough to feel the pulse behind the ribs. That’s when Thor stirs in the spine. That’s when Fenris stretches in the hips. That’s when Luzifer leans in and whispers: don’t pretend you don’t feel this. I don’t ****** with roses. I ****** with gravity. With a look that says I will hold you steady while your old walls fall. There is heat here that remembers glaciers. There is touch that carries storms. There is breath that sounds like fjords opening. They think we’re distant. Until they learn that Vikings don’t flirt — we arrive. And when we do, even saints reconsider their vows.
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:21 AM UTC
Vazago
Nordic Heat
They call us cold because we don’t waste fire on strangers. Ice on the outside. Volcano underneath. In my frosty blue eyes you see the fire — the kind that waits, the kind that chooses. You don’t hear it in the silence, in the way I hold my coffee, in the way I measure words. But get close. Close enough to feel the pulse behind the ribs. That’s when Thor stirs in the spine. That’s when Fenris stretches in the hips. That’s when Luzifer leans in and whispers: don’t pretend you don’t feel this. I don’t ****** with roses. I ****** with gravity. With a look that says I will hold you steady while your old walls fall. There is heat here that remembers glaciers. There is touch that carries storms. There is breath that sounds like fjords opening. They think we’re distant. Until they learn that Vikings don’t flirt — we arrive. And when we do, even saints reconsider their vows.
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