I'm sorry darling, now you're stuck with me forever
Promise?Amanda and David Lindahl request the honour of your presence at the marriage of their daughterRebecka Ingrid Lindahl
Magnus Viktor Martinsson
Food, dancing and eternity to follow.
Magnus pulled up to the front of Rebecka’s work, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he reached over to her seat and moved the take away for her to sit down.
"Ready for lunch?"
He looked up at her, blankly staring as she smiled at him. “What? What’s wrong?”
"What are… I didn’t know you wore glasses."
Magnus smiled at her and he shrugged, “Contacts sort of busted, and besides I’m an old man Rebecka, old men need glasses. Don’t worry, I’ll have my contacts back soon and you won’t see these old things again.”
Rebecka smiled, looking at his familiar face, so different with his glasses on. She watched him, hardly able to believe that she hadn’t known he wore glasses.
A/N- Sorry it took so long for me to get this posted…life.
Rebecka knew this was as good a time as any to tell him, to let it all out, to finally come clean about how she had been feeling these last months. Magnus settled back on the sofa and put his hand on the babies bottom, patting it gently just like she liked.
“Hej,” he smiled at her. The baby kicked and bounced in Rebeka’s arms excited to see her Papa. Rebecka’s hand went to his cheek, and she could feel the moisture still there from his shower. He leaned in to kiss her, the baby in between them.
“What are you doing home? It’s early,” she started, as Magnus put the toys down on the table, freeing his arms for the little girl who was reaching and grabbing at him. She was Rebecka’s daughter…
is the baby's name "squishy"? :/
hahahaha! No, it is not! Good guess though.
Hemingway makes your writing bold and clear.
Magnus, for some reason felt the need to go home early that day. He had that feeling that he sometimes got, a sort of premonition, he needed to be at home. So he finished everything and snuck out, only telling Ann- Britt he was leaving.
A/N- This is a little story I wrote about a little ahead in Magnus and Rebecka’s future. I will post it in a couple of parts over the next few days! (The baby has a name btw, but I will not post it until they have the baby in their main verse, so for now you just have to be patient with me calling her “the baby”. Sorry! (not sorry!)
She had been writing about it more and more. Not for a job, not for a story, not for any other reason than that she couldn’t get it out of her head. And she didn’t know why.
Everything was fine, perfect, like she always wanted it to be, at least since she met Magnus anyway.
Magnus drove gingerly back to the house, his hands not gripping the steering wheel as they normally would be, but rather just holding on with the pads of his fingers - though that hurt to do as well.
It was a struggle to undo the belt buckle, to open the door and grab his files and make his way into the house. Rebecka was in the office typing away and Magnus went up and kissed her on the back of her head.
"Don’t stop," he said, "Keep working."
He smiled at her sleepily before he walked out of the room and he went to grab his clothes to step into the shower. It took a moment to pull off his shirt and trousers, the zipper on his pants a horrible mistake and he was tempted to call Rebecka in to help him.
But that would lead to a lot of questions.
He walked to the shower and he turned on the water, first too hot and then too cold and then he gave up and showered in the freezing water, gasping as it hit his body.
Magnus raised his hands in the water, the blisters forming and bubbling at the surface as if he had pulled on some gloves from a comic book convention.
But it wasn’t a glove, it wasn’t makeup, it was his own skin.
He stepped out of the shower and he got dressed, wanting to make due and jump into bed and sleep but feeling a pain in his stomach, he was hungry.
"Bec?" he asked, his hands behind his back, or at least out of view of her. Not on purpose to hide it from her, but rather because it was easier to keep his hands off of things if he kept them behind his back. "Bec, can we order in some Chinese tonight?"
Rebecka was a little surprised to hear him home at this hour, it was still light out. She had been on a roll, she had gotten 2 stories edited for the magazine and started on another story she was freelancing on and she had research for another…and she had only had 3 cups of coffee.
But she was happy he was home. She would take him being home any day over her being in the house all alone.
Magnus hadn’t meant to get caught with Rebecka, it had been a giant misunderstanding and now he was picking up his clothes from the ground and walking out to the street. Rebecka was more than beside herself when she realised what was happening but there was nothing she could do.
It had just been a few beers and a small joint, nothing tragic.
He had been working all day and he was tired, he had a headache and he was thirsty. Magnus didn’t usually smoke so at the moment, in the middle of the night it was okay if he smoked just a little bit. A few minutes later Rebecka was knocking at his door and he was coughing as he was telling her that she was busy.
At first she was angry, she chastised him, and then he smiled at her, and teased her.
“I thought you wanted to be a police officer!”
“Oh come on Bec, live a little.”
And that’s how she came to be, lying on his bed, and smoking. He lay beside her, his eyes closed as the music roared over them and he was smiling and arching his back.
“See? Isn’t this nice.”
“I feel hot.”
“You are hot.”
Rebecka started laughing and she stood up, standing beside the bed as she started to take off her jumper, her pants, leaving her in a shirt and her underwear. She fell back onto the bed and Magnus started to fall asleep.
Rebecka’s hand found his on the bed next to her. It was like a whole new world. She never did this, never smoked anything or got into any trouble, no trouble of any kind. Even when her parents were out of town and Stina had her friends over and they were all calling her a ‘goodie two shoes’, she hadn’t done anything like this.
But of course Magnus could entice her to. If there was anyone in the world who could affect Rebecka, it was Magnus. She never told him, she didn’t want him to know, but he could have probably gotten her to do whatever he wanted to do. It was a little scary.
But he was a good person, he was honest and had integrity, mostly.
Magnus had transferred to Stockholm after his internship in Malmo, and Rebecka was just so happy to have him close again. It had been a long, rough year without him.
But even though he was in Stockholm, even though he was there with her, they had decided to just be friends, they were both too busy, they both had school…Rebecka had University, and Magnus, the Academy. Rebecka never told him that she could never be just his friend, she would always want more, she would always want all of him, but it was better to have this, what they had, then to have nothing at all. She got to see him, and go out to dinner with him and hang around with him. She got to hold his hand and feel his smile take root in her heart…it was better than nothing.
She had gone to his tiny apartment to see if he was alright, his phone had been dialing her phone for an hour and when she tried to call him back he wouldn’t answer. She had to make sure he was safe.
And now she was laying on his bed, half stoned and completely in love with the man next to her. She listened to his breathing change, his muscles relax, though his hand stayed in hers as she played with his fingers. As she looked over at him he made this sigh, this completely contented sigh and she moved to lay on her side and look at him.
He seemed to be made of light as she looked at him sleeping next to her, the most beautiful person she had ever seen. It was hard to keep her eyes open, but she wanted to look at him, to drink him in while he wasn’t looking at her with his blue eyes telling her it was better this way, it had to be this way…
Rebecka leaned forward and pressed her lips to his and he moved to her effortlessly. He wasn’t thinking or analyzing, he was mostly asleep and very stoned and her lips simply drew him in. He moaned against her lips and moved his hand to her waist, pulling her closer to him.
“I wish…I wish…” he mumbled as she moved to kiss his neck. Rebecka couldn’t respond, she was too caught up in his skin and the sounds he was making and the feel of his hands pushing her shirt up, clawing at her skin.
A/N-Magnus asks Rebecka to tell him a story. M is written by detektivmartinsson, R is written by me! Enjoy!
M: *crawls and lies down on her lap* Bec, tell me a story.
R: *Rebecka smiles down at him and smooth’s his hair* What kind of a story?
M: *closes his eyes* any story.
R: Any story, huh? How about one from when I was little? *She puts her stack of papers she’s reading through aside* I was forever asking my parents to tell me stories…This is called The Girl and the Snake.
Once upon a time there was a girl who was to go to the wood and drive the cattle home; but she did not find the herd, and losing her way instead, came to a great hill. It had gates and doors and she went in.
There stood a table covered with all sorts of good things to eat. And there stood a bed as well, and in the bed lay a great snake.
The snake said to the girl: “Sit down, if you choose! Eat, if you choose! Come and lie down in the bed, if you choose! But if you do not choose, then do not do so.”
So the girl did nothing at all. At last the snake said: “Some people are coming now who want you to dance with them. But do not go along with them.”
Straightway people arrived who wanted to dance with the girl; but she would hear nothing of it. Then they began to eat and drink; but the girl left the hill and went home.
*Rebecka dragged her fingers through his hair while she spoke, pulling lightly from the scalp*
M:*Magnus closes his eyes, starting to fall asleep* what happened to the snake?
R: *Laughs* There is more story love…
The following day she again went to the wood to look for the cattle, did not find them, lost her way again, and came to the same hill. This time she also entered, and found everything as it had been the first time, the well-spread table and the bed with the snake in it. And the snake said to her, as before: “Sit down, if you choose! Eat, if you choose! Come, and lie down in the bed if you choose! But if you do not choose, then do not do so! Now a great many more people are coming who will want to dance with you, but do not go with them.”
The snake had scarcely concluded before a great many people arrived, who began to dance, eat and drink; but the girl did not keep them company; instead she left the hill and went home.
*continues to play with his hair*
M:*Hums happily* What’s up with that snake, creepy.
R: *Laughs and leans down to kiss him* Do you think he’s creepy? I always liked him. He was very polite and he gave the girl very clear choices and made it clear they were her choices to make… there’s a little more, do you want to hear? *kisses his forehead*
M:I don’t like his attitude, he’s too… enigmatic. Is that the right word? *Humms and puts her hand in his hair again* I like it when you play with my hair.
R: *Smiles as she looks down at his handsome face* Yes, that’s the word, enigmatic.
My policeman, of course you distrust him because he seems to be…not in keeping with the nature of a snake? Perhaps he is being sneaky…but who are all the other people was always my question. Who came to his home in the hill and tried to make her dance with them?
*puts her hand back in his hair* I like to play with your hair…
M:*smiles* I just don’t like that he doesn’t offer an explanation, and who are the people that keep coming to the house when he says they will? How does he know they’re coming? It’s all very suspicious to this dumb policeman. *smiles* Don’t play too much or I’ll go bald.
R:*Rebecka laughs and pulls at his hair* I will love you when you are bald as well. *pats hair*
Sometimes we don’t get an explanation, sometimes we just have to trust how something feels, and that snake doesn’t seem to be trying to trick her, he isn’t giving her much information, but he always tells her it is her choice…and when she makes it he neither applauds nor censures her.
And you are not a dumb policeman, you are a brilliant policeman. *she leans down and kisses his lips* All very good questions Detektive Martinsson…shall we see what happens? *Rebecka’s fingertips move on his face, his cheekbone and his jaw*
M: Of course he can’t applaud, snakes don’t have hands. *chuckles* Hmm… I want to know what happens.
R:*Laughs and squeezes his face*
On the third day when she once more went to the wood, everything happened exactly as on the first and second day. The snake invited her to eat and drink, and this time she did so, with a hearty appetite. Then the snake told her to lie down beside him and the girl obeyed.
*Rebecka raised her eyebrow at him waiting to hear his reaction to this new wrinkle*
M:*with his eyes still closed* what the fuck sort of story is this Bec?
R: *Laughs out loud* It’s an old Swedish folktale. What? Do you think it’s unwise to tell little girls that they can lie down with snakes? *whispering* It gets better...
Then the snake said: “Put your arm about me!” She did so. “And now kiss me,” said the snake, “but if you are afraid, put your apron between us.”
*Rebecka smiled and bit her lip*
M:*starts laughing* I think if a little girl sees a snake she should call someone to kill it. *looks up at her, eyes narrowed* I don’t want to know what kind of stories you listened to when you were a kid Bec.
R: HEEEEY?! *she pulls back from him in mock indignation* Fine, I won’t tell you the rest then…*crosses arms and makes a stern face, very difficult to keep up when he laughter is bubbling to the surface*
M:I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. *grabs her hands and puts it on his face as he smiles* Tell me what happens, please. I want to know. *kisses her hand*
R: *Rebecka tries not to but can’t help but smile at him. She looks at him with narrowed eyes, enjoying his kisses on her hand*
The girl did so, and in a moment the snake was turned into a marvellously handsome youth, who was really a prince, bewitched in the form of a snake by magic spells, and now delivered by the girl’s courage.
Then both of them went away and there was nothing further heard of them.
*She smiled at him, knowing that was not going to be good enough for him*
M: But what about the cattle? And the people that kept coming by? Was the food magical? Beeec….
R: I know, I know *she says nodding her head, agreeing with him*
The story was criticized for being flat and lacking richness and depth. It was written from the same germ as a very famous Danish folktale called “King Dragon” which was probably a much better story. But really, if you think about it, this is a good story as well! It doesn’t spoon feed you answers, you have to make leaps, you have to fill in the cracks and use your own imagination. *she looks at him and smiles* I used to make up different details everytime.
The cattle found their own way home on the fourth day, and the girl’s father, who was harsh and cold, never even missed the girl. The food was only there to entice the girl into making a decision with something other than her heart and her head. It was testing her character. And I think, if she had eaten it any time before that third day, it would have all disappeared and she would heve been alone in the hill, no snake, no people coming to try to make her dance. Those people were enchanted too. They were trying to lure her away from what she felt and what she knew was right.
And when the Prince transformed, the girl was surprised but not completely, because she saw him for who he was underneath, not just the enchantment.
*Rebecka leaned down and kissed him again* So that is how I spent my childhood, taking stories that critics thought were thin and shallow and turning them into long detail filled tales. It usually took me longer to tell my parents all of my made up detail than it took them to tell the original story… *she smiled, not sure if he would ask her to tell him a story again…*
M:Mmm *holds her hand* I like your stories more. *yawns* I’m tired, can we go to bed?
R: *Rebecka smiles at him and then looks at the pile of papers she was supposed to read through tonight and sucks air in through her teeth, making a decision*
Bed, come on, let’s go Detektive I washed and changed the sheets today…I love clean sheets…
*Rebecka grabs the papers as she turns off the light, leaving her teacup on the table, just like everynight*
She had been waiting for him. She knew he was going to be a little late, but by the time he made it to her, he was a lot late.
He had texted her over and over, apologizing, so she knew he was safe, just stuck. He was stuck at the station working on a case. Everytime Wallander put a new task on his desk, Magnus texted Rebecka, it had been happening all day.
She had to be at the party, it was a work thing and she knew he would have been there if he could. She had given up waiting for him though. She would just see him at home.
He rushed into the room, his eyes searching frantically for her, his tie crocked, and snow still on the shoulders of his suit jacket. He found her, her blonde hair shining like gold in the candlelight. She looked beautiful.
She was sitting with a group and they were sharing funny stories, and she felt him, before she even saw him. She felt him looking at her. No one looked at her the way he did. She smiled and raised her hand, her whole face lighting up in surprise and joy to see him. She waved to him and mouthed a ‘Hi’ as he crossed the room to get to her.
"You made it," she said as she stood up and straightened his tie, feeling the coldness of the outside air as it still clung to his clothes. He took her in his arms and kissed her, not caring who was watching.
"I told you I’d be here, and I don’t break my promises to you future Mrs. Martinsson…" he said as he held her face.
Rebecka could see he was tired, weary from his day, but he made it. He promised he would and he did. She kissed him again and whispered to him that they didn’t have to stay long, just a short time and they could go home.
"You look beautiful Bec," he said as he smiled down at her.
Magnus could say that he was angry at Kurt, he could say that he was fucking pissed with Kurt, but that wouldn’t come close to how he felt about this.
He heard the gasps and the people looking at him as he walked through the office, covered in blood. He went towards the office, the office where Ann-Britt and Svensson and Kurt were all doing paperwork and he stepped into the doorway.
"Magnus, what the hell-"
"OH my god Magnus…"
Magnus glared at Kurt and he put the keys on the table. The keys that Kurt had told Magnus ‘he better find or he should find another job’, and then he stared at Kurt, rage in his eyes that seemed to only be accentuated by the blood that covered his body.
"Anything else Kurt?"
Kurt looked at the young man, “Go home Magnus.”
Magnus stood and glared at the older man, he narrowed his eyes and if he could have hurt him, without consequences, he would have. Magnus would have grabbed his smug ass out of the chair and slammed him against the wall, his bloody hands about his throat.
Magnus could feel the rage boiling up inside him and just as he was about to explode, just as he moved that half step toward the table, toward the man who he wanted to choke the life out of, Anne-Britt, stepped in front of him, gingerly putting her hand on Magnus’ chest, trying to avoid all of the blood dripping down his shirt.
Kurt looked up from his paperwork, seeing the look in Magnus’ eyes he sat back, defiant, looking at the man covered in blood. It hadn’t been a good day, for any of them. Unfortunately for Magnus, he was the one bathed in blood for it.
Anne-Britt’s voice came soft to Magnus’ ear, a voice of reason, a voice of compassion. “Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” she asked as her hand moved to his head, just at his hairline where she could see a bloody gash visible.
Magnus’ eyes stayed locked on Wallander. This was not going to go away. Kurt would have to make up for this in some way. In the back of his mind Magnus knew he would, at some future time, he would give Magnus a break, or some preferential treatment because Magnus had done this…but that didn’t help Magnus now as he stood in the office covered in blood, the wound on his scalp burning and stinging.
“No.” Magnus responded flatly. “I’ll go myself, take care of myself, like fucking always,” he spat looking at the gray haired man in the chair. He could see Kurt’s expression soften as he realized that this was not just Magnus being dramatic. Magnus had been injured, doing exactly what Kurt asked of him. And he had done it. He had gotten the keys. Wallander had to respect him for that.
“Don’t be an asshole Magnus, one of us will take…” Wallander said as he looked back down at the paperwork, but Magnus cut him off.
“Don’t you be a fucking asshole Kurt,” he yelled, his eyes wild as he stepped toward the man, his long, blood covered finger pointing at him. He jabbed his finger in the air, more to say, but Anne-Britt stopped him.
“Magnus…I’ll take you…” she started.
“I said no!” Magnus yelled, causing Hoglund to take a step back.
“Then…let me call Rebecka…I’ll call her for you…” she said as she held her hand in the air trying to keep the blood off her clothes.
“No, have him call Rebecka,” he spat as he looked from Hoglund to Wallander. “Have him fucking explain to her what happened, it’s his fucking fault, let him explain that to my wife.”
Magnus stood strong, looking like an ancient warrior, bloody from battle, his legs wide apart, his arms at his side, his chest heaving. He lifted a finger and narrowed his eyes as he jabbed his finger at Kurt. “You fucking call her. You.”
The two men stayed locked in a gaze, anger and resentment flowing between them. Anger from Magnus and resentment from Kurt, resentment for the fact that this younger man had someone to call, someone to meet him at the hospital, and to care that he had been hurt, to dote on him, to touch his face and comfort him… Kurt shook his head, breaking the stare.
“I’ll call Rebecka. I’ll tell her to meet you at the hospital,” Wallander said quietly.
Magnus turned, without a word and walked out of the office, past all the people staring. He wiped the blood from his eye as he walked out of the station and got back in his car and made his way to the hospital.
Rebecka was there before he had even finished filling out the papers. She rushed heavily in the door, down the hallway, her long blonde hair flowing behind her and he sighed seeing her coming toward him. Her eyes were worried, a frown on her face. She had a clean shirt for him slung over her arm. She rushed to his side and sat down, a concerned look on her face.
“I’m fine, it’s a lot of blood, headwound…” he said gesturing to the gash just at his hairline. Rebecka’s hands hovered over his wound as she looked at it, not wanting to touch it. It would need stitches. Magnus saw the question in her eyes and answered it without her ever saying a word. He lifted up his forearm and showed her a cut there as well. “Fucking bastard came at me with a machete. I was lucky he was a fucking bad aim…just grazed my head and got my arm as I defended myself.” Rebecka rubbed his leg, her face pained to look at the man she loved bloody and injured…but that was part of the deal with Magnus.
“Not lucky Magnus…you are a badass…everyone knows that. Now The Machete Story will further cement that…” she smiled at him, still worried, but she knew he was alright.
Magnus smiled at her. He could feel the rage dissipating as he sat next to her, as she rubbed his thigh and looked at him with her beautiful blue green eyes. He sighed as she took the papers from him and finished filling them out. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
“Did he call you…he better have fucking called you…” Magnus said, starting to get worked up again just at the thought of Wallander.
“He called me. He apologized. He said you were brilliant.” Rebecka looked up and smiled at him.
“He said what?” Magnus asked with disbelief.
Rebecka nodded and went back to filling out the paperwork. “I told you Magnus. Wallander always has nice things to say about you to me. He said you did what no one else could have done today, and he was grateful…”
Magnus just looked at his wife in disbelief. She had told him before that Kurt often said complimentary things about him to her, but it was hard to believe.
They called his name just as Rebecka finished filling out the forms. He stood up and turned to help her stand up, putting his hand on her growing belly when she stood in front of him.
“She was kicking me all morning…more than usual. It’s like she knew her Papa was fighting,” Rebecka said with a smile as she covered his hand with hers.
A smile brightened Magnus’ bloody face, his anger gone, his hand on his wife’s pregnant belly.
“I might just get a couple of days off because of this, be able to stay home with you, and feel her kick you…”Magnus said with a wink. Rebecka smiled at him and they walked into the exam room.
“Well, here we are again Detective Martinsson…” the nurse said exasperatedly.
“Not my fault Helene,” Magnus said with a smile.
“It never is Magnus, it never is…” the nurse said as she began to clean him up as ask Rebecka about how her pregnancy was going.
There you are! Thanks for humouring me. (you have pretty eyes.)
*blushes* Thank you my dear anon. I hope your weekend is lovely!!! Go and read Magnus and Rebecka»»»»»> GO!