My Plans Magnum Opus is going to get a major face lift. I am ramping up to sell the completed chapters here on my website without all the bloated platform fees I’ve been incurring since searching for a place to host it. I’ve solved most of these issues by doing everything in-house, so please support your boy! I’m still working on the shop opening, but I have an ETA around the end of November....
Author’s Note A/N: As I kept watching the show, more ideas kept springing up in my mind about the potential of what kind of story I wanted to make about these men. In my head canon Einar is working hard for a future with Thorfinn in it. He practically chases after him like a male wife in the show. I need my catharsis, so maybe chapters that lead to something unspeakably hot might be on the table and I am leading with Thorfinn is a masochist who needs his demons exorcised by Einar’s fat cock....
Author’s Note I hope you can enjoy my self-indulgent fic. :) . . . “…nar…Einar?” Einar stared back into Thorfinn’s concerned face, having forgotten what they were talking about. Thorfinn huffed and stood in his usual quiet way, wondering off to grab the axe from the nearest tree beside them. He lifted the axe and began to chop as Einar stared into his weathered hands. With every chop they were both reminded that their time on this farm would be up someday....
Chapter One “You called to see me, your Holiness?” Sanctus drew a pale, long-fingered hand towards Credo as he signaled him to sit down beside him. Agnus peered back at Credo with contempt, his ridiculous monocle glinting as he did so. “Ah, Credo. I was just leaving.” Agnus decided to say a little too loudly. “Your excellency.” He bowed dramatically as he exited the room. Despite several attempts to take his place, Credo was almost certain Sanctus would never sway for the likes of Agnus....