Varig (1986)

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Riders on the Storm

Chapter 1: Something strange in Santa Carla

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Ofc/ The Lost Boys/ Vikings / TLK AU

Words: 1,060 

Credit to GIF creators 

⚠️Warnings: This is a loose Lost Boys meets an idea I had for a mini fic. So if you're familiar with the Lost Boys, lots of those warnings apply. This chapter is mild warning wise, just a mention of divorce.

AN: I had this idea for a while, and I do miss writing. So, it seems like a fun and casual way to reconnect to writing again before I appraoch any waiting projects. This is set in the late 80s, happily nostalgic for me as a 80s baby.

1987 Santa Carla

As the little bell over the door rings, the sounds of the carnival spill into the shop. Glancing at the door, Violet slides the small bag toward the customer, catching a glimpse of a couple passing by.

As the customer leaves, Violet leans over the counter with a soft sigh. This job had two purposes, to help support her household and to make integrating into this new town easier. Only the former was working.

41 days in Santa Carla and Violet still felt like an outsider, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever fit in here. She could move, she was old enough to have a life of her own, but after her parents' messy divorce, Violet felt bad leaving her dad and brother alone, at least for the time being.

Of all the things she didn’t like about Santa Carla, the worst of it was the uneasy feeling in her gut. Even as people laughed and enjoyed themselves, even when the seemingly perfect weather led to dreamy days, there was still something wrong with this place, she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

As for the positives, the weather was one. People watching on the boardwalk was another. Living so close to water was the biggest bonus of all, the views of the ocean were downright breathtaking.

Violet loses her train of thought as her manager stands beside her, “We can start closing after this last one, I want to make the concert.” Olivia smiles and turns on her heels, seconds later disappearing into the back of the shop.  

Violet leaves the counter and studies the flyer on the bulletin wall. Weekend beach concerts were a regular thing here and mostly everyone attended them. After a long, draining week of selling knick knacks to people, all Violet wanted to do was go home. Plus, depending on the concert, the beach turned into a real zoo sometimes.

…

20 minutes later

Making her way down the crowded boardwalk, Violet slides her headphones on and presses the play button on her walkman. Glancing up at the moon, she feels its power wash over her. It wasn’t even full yet, the energy was already overwhelming.

Before she can look away, Violet walks right into someone. Their bodies collide, hands gently touch her shoulders,

“Sorry, I wasn’t lookin-”

“It was my fault, I should have seen you.” He says apologeticly.

Violet smiles gently. He was handsome, very handsome.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, “ she slides the headphones off, “but, I mean, I’ve only been here over a month so…”

“A week, we just got here.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, focusing on her.

“Look at us, two newbies.”

He offers his hand, “Sithric.”

She places her hand in his, grinning as he brings it to his lips, “Violet. Wow. What time maching did you travel from?”

Sihtric smiles, “I’m a little old school I guess.”

“It’s nice.” The busy boardwalk vanishes temporarily as they gaze into eachothers eyes. Violet speaks first, “Um, I should get home.”

“You’re missing a really bad concert over there,” he points to the beach.

Violet smiles again, a warmth washing over her, “my ears will thank me.”

“I could walk you to your car, if you want. I have to meet some people over that way anyway. My bike is there too.”

“And you made friends already, look at you,” Violet starts walking, Sihtirc by her side, “thanks for the company.”

“I wouldn’t call them friends, they just invited me out when they saw my bike.”

“Oh,” she glances over at him, “the Ragnarsons.”

“You know them?” He asks.

“No, not at all. But I’ve been here long enough to run into them a few times. Plus, it's impossible to not notice the neighborood troublemakers. Interesting bunch.”

“You could say that again.” Sihtirc nods in agreement.

As they reach the west end of the boardwalk, the undeniable sounds of bikes cut through the air, overpowering the music from the beach. They stop walking and wait as the brothers pull up on their bikes.

Leading the pack, Ivar stops first, that devious look lingering in his ice blue eyes as a brunette sits behind him, arms tight around his body.

“Ah, and finally, someone gets her to talk.” Ivar comments, his greedy gaze taking her in.

“Maybe you're just not her type of genius,” Sigurd says sharply. Ivar, eyes still on Violet, flips him off.

Hvitserk, to the left of Ivar, bites into a muffin. When he speaks, his full cheeks make it hard to hear him, “Why don’t we take both the new kids out for a ride?”

Grinning, Ivar looks at Sihtric, then back at Violet, “Plenty of room,” Ivar tells the girl on his bike to get off. She obeys and quickly sits on Sigurds bike who whispers something soothing in her ear.

Ivar holds his hand out to Violet, “I won't bite, yet.”

Violet holds her breath and glances at Sihtic. She was curious about the brothers, and it didnt help that they were very attractive, too attractive. Still, something about them raised red flags so she avoided them no matter how many times they tried to get her attention. There was something devious and magnetic about them.

“I can’t.” She closes her arms around her body.

“Come on,” Sihtric urges gently, “come with me.”

Not only was Sithric dreamy, but his eyes were two different colors, she didnt notice before.

Sihtirc continues, “Violet can ride with me. If she wants to come. I won’t push.”

“Um,” Violet looks away, feeling the pull of Ubbes' intense otherworldly stare. She only looks him in the eye for a fleeing moment before returning her attention to Sihtirc.

Something weird stirs inside of her, Sihtric too. Ivars tone was different this time, deeper, darker. Suddenly, the idea of riding with Ivar didn’t seem so bad.

“If you want to ride with him, that's fine.” Sihtric says, a confused look on his face.

Ivars smile disappears, he nods toward the bike. “ Get on.”

Before she realizes what's happening, Violet's feet move for her. She mounts the bike.

“Let’s fucking party!” Ivar yells.

Ubbe howls at the moon behind him as they rev up the bikes.

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