A/N: Attempted character study. Lack of capitalisation and use of surnames is deliberate. I also can't get the layout/or line breaks to work properly. If anyone knows how to fix this please let me know.
laufeyson was odd but odinson found that he liked it, even wanted to learn more.
laufeyson was taller than average and thin - perhaps scrawny was a better word - with hardly any muscle and arms and legs too long for his body.
that much was visible to everyone; it was what wasn't on show that intrigued odinson so much.
they were in the same year, even shared a few classes, and odinson found himself looking at laufeyson for longer than he should.
maybe it was the fact that laufeyson had straight black hair that fell further down his back than anyone else in the school that had odinson paying him so much attention.
it was probably because laufeyson snapped at everyone - including teachers - whenever they got too close to him that made odinson want to walk up to him and bother him.
laufeyson was a genius, never getting less than an A in every class, despite hardly ever turning homework in or participating in lesson. odinson looked at his own failed coursework and wanted to simultaneously punch laufeyson and beg him to share his secrets.
they weren't the only secrets odinson wanted to pry from those pale lips.
odinson prided himself on his ability to lift the heaviest weights available at the gym and come first in cross country every year. it pissed him off when laufeyson scoffed and said exercise was for pussys before lighting a cigarette and sauntering off.
it pissed him off even more when laufeyson lounged on the grass with his head tipped back, blowing smoke rings and trailing his tongue over his teeth.
perhaps what pissed odinson off the most was how his blood pumped loud in his ears when he watched laufeyson and how he wanted to pin his wrists and taste the cigarette smoke on his tongue.
laufeyson didn't seem capable of smiling, only smirking, and odinson found himself on the receiving end of said expression more and more often.
he wasn't sure what to make of it.
it wasn't like laufeyson was shy, far from it actually, with the way he leant against desks and walls and took far too long patting down his pockets when looking for a pen.
odinson hated it.
there were rumours about laufeyson. claiming that he burnt the skin of his chest with his lighter and went to the local park to touch himself.
odinson wanted to ask if they were true, ask if he could look at his chest and if he could watch him touch himself.
he hated himself for it.
laufeyson never went to any school dances, instead choosing to wander around town and head to the park - probably so that he could touch himself.
it was wrong and weird to follow him, odinson knew, but he had to find out for himself if the rumours were true.
and if it just so happened that they were odinson wasn't going to tell anyone.
and if it just so happened that laufeyson locked eyes with him and tilted his head back and smirked as way of an invitation odinson wasn't going to complain.
laufeyson was odd but odinson found that maybe he was too.