OOM - Iceland - going home

[onceaviking]

After the hidden, thermal pool and a good day's sleep, there was only one thing left on their agenda.
Mostly Pam's.

Shopping.

They spent what felt - to Eric at least - as several nights in a row (really, it was just the one), visiting designer boutiques and life style stores, where Eric either found a couch or, in lack of couches, a wall against which to lean, while Pam tried on everything.

Every-fucking-thing.

She even insisted that he too try things on for size and he went along with it because.
Because they were on vacation.

ANd because they actually had clothes he could fit. Viking sized clothes Pam declared, drawing the logical conclusion that this meant he ought to get more clothes while they were here.

Eric had just begun to see the end of - and then they passed a place selling shoes and it all started over.

Before they were done, Pam had amassed several shoe boxes in addition to the many several bags and boxes of clothing. She'd also bought new furniture, and a couple of lamps.

Eric had - defiantly - bought sheep skins, even though he knew they'd never be allowed in the living room.

And then they'd returned to the hotel and slept.

- * -

The trip to Keflavik Airport was quiet and uneventful.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

The arrival at Keflavik Airport is...a little less so.

Only because two tall, blond, hot vampires wearing designer clothes (mostly black, some of it leather, all of it expensive) striding through the terminal are bound to attract attention.

"You mean we have to wait here?" Pam gripes, as they find themselves in the main waiting area.

With all the tourists.

[onceaviking]

"It's either that or outside," Eric says as he sits down on one of the low seats lining the waiting area.

He stretches his legs out in front of him and looks up at her.

"And once we're through customs, it gets even worse."
As in smaller.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She lets out a groan and sits next to him, crossing her legs and placing her designer carry-on bag on the seat beside her.

"I bet I know what's gonna hold us up in customs," she says dryly. "Your sheep skins."

She could have bought a whole new set of luggage to hold all her new clothes and shoes, but decided to let the hotel have them shipped home. She made things easier for you, Eric.

[onceaviking]

"There is absolutely nothing illicit about my sheepskins," Eric replies, as he looks up at the listing of departures.

No delays so far.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"They might have fleas," she deadpans.

[onceaviking]

"Something quite vital is lacking for that to be even a remote possibility," he says, turning a little in his seat to face her.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"There might be flea eggs."

She looks at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Okay, okay, I don't wanna talk about fleas and sheep skins anymore. I'm just so bored now. How much longer before we can get away from these people?"

Yeah, she...doesn't care who hears her.

[onceaviking]

"Half an hour," Eric replies, as he fishes out their tickets. And their passports.
"Here."

With regards to this, at least, he is being the responsible one.
Most of the time.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She takes her ticket and passport and heaves a sigh.

A few moments later, a balding man wearing beige slacks with white sneakers approaches them with an inquisitive expression on his face. He looks distinctly Midwestern American.

Pam grumbles flatly, "Oh no, why is that man coming here, no, no, don't talk to us--"

"Excuse me--"

"What."

"My wife and I were just wondering, are you famous?"

"Yes. We're in a band."

"Ohmigosh, really! What's the name of your band?"

"It's called Fuck You Go Away."

The man blinks. "Well, I never!"

"I hope you don't."

Flustered and red-faced, the man walks away in a huff.

[onceaviking]

Eric follows him with his eyes, as his lips twitch a little.

"See," he says, " that's why I keep you around."
Amused.

And then he leans forward a little. "The wife's not too bad though. In a housewifey kind of way."

The housewifey wife in question (carefully done hair, flowered dress) notices that he is looking at her and quickly averts her gaze.

Mostly.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Not many people besides Eric find her funny. She wonders why.

"She could do with a makeover," she says, the woman now squirming a little with two vampires looking at her. There really is no point in blatant staring if the subject can't feel it.

"Oh god," Pam then mutters. "Are we that bored that we're checking out housewives?"

[onceaviking]

"Well, we're not exactly swimming in subjects, are we?" he replies.
"Besides, the sad ones are easy to ensnare. Look at her. And remember what she wakes up to. "

Baldy tan pants.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"The sad ones taste like misery and broken dreams."

The housewife is now berating Baldy Tan Pants for going up to Pam and Eric and asking such a stupid question.

Yeah, they can hear everything.

"I wish more people back home could be like the Icelanders we met. Hell, I wish there were Icelanders there, period."

[onceaviking]

"Yeah, I don't really see how the local fare could get upgraded sufficiently, " Eric agrees.

Then he looks at her, ignoring the Midwestern couple complete.
"It's been a good vacation. "

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Yeah, it was," she murmurs with a small tilt of her head.

She also ignores everyone in favor of reminiscing about the past few nights spent with far more delicious humans. And with Eric.

"Too short, though. But it was good while it lasted."

[onceaviking]

"Being able to be who we truly are. As much as anyone can these days," he says in a low tone of voice, meant only for her.

Being oneself. Authentically enjoying the fuck out of everything just because they could.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Yeah..." she sighs, leaning close to him, though she looks off into the distance.

She would mention that it was almost like old times again, except they both have been thinking it and know it all too well.

And she enjoyed the bonding. The rekindling.

It's not something that's said.

"How long do you think it'll take after we get home that things will turn to shit again?"

[onceaviking]

He shrugs.
"Fifteen seconds?"

It's as good a guess as any.

Still, Bill Compton must have gotten used to being the new king by now. He couldn't possibly keep coming up with shit for them to do. Maybe things will actually lighten up now.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"That might be a bit generous," she says with a faint smirk.

"I guess we can't keep traipsing off to Scandinavia every time crap happens, but it would be nice if we could."

The Authority would get pissy. And now they have Compton to answer to as well.

[onceaviking]

"I'm sure things will look up," he says with a bit more confidence than the statement truly warrants.

"We've been nothing but cooperative lately."
Sarcastically, ironically cooperative. For certain values of cooperative.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"We're such good little vampires, aren't we?"

Sarcastically, ironically good.

[onceaviking]

"We most certainly are," Eric agrees with a small smirk.

"And now she is watching us."
He sounds amused.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam slides a glance over toward the woman.

"She probably thinks we're talking about dirty, nasty, filthy things. Why don't you give her one of your smiles so she'll have something to think about on the long flight home in coach."

[onceaviking]

"One of my smiles?" he says, turning a little so he is can look at the woman in question and - indeed - smile at her.

It's a small, rakish smile. With slightly parted lips.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Annnnd there go her panties. If she has any imagination, she can make that last until their connecting flight to Shitsville, USA."

This is fun!