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AN: Guest who asked for Snow leaving Charming a message after getting home from girl's night, I'll see what I can come up with for that one.
I got this idea from a headcanon post on tumblr about the Vikings being so impressed with Snow that they paid her tab without complaint and now they're friends. When Charming finds out, he's taken aback at first, but then realizes that of course his wife would make friends with scary vikings. So he goes to meet them with her and Snow gets the feeling that her husband would look really good dressed like a viking.
Just a note, if you have an issue with a married couple going out together, having fun and a few drinks, then this isn't the story for you. Do not accuse me of being insensitive to addiction or alcoholism. This is just two people having a couple drinks and a date night together. It is not meant to be taken seriously. If you do have issues, then leave a signed review. I can't have a conversation with you if you are reviewing anonymously.
Once Upon a Snowing
Asgard
Vikings. His wife was friends with big, scary, gruff vikings. He was taken aback at first, but upon further thought, he realized it was exactly the kind of thing she would do. Those big, scary vikings didn't stand a chance against his wife's charms.
Being able to hit the bullseye perfectly every time while inebriated was an impressive feat, indeed, so it was no wonder that the vikings took notice and she gained their respect with one throw of a knife.
And now, he was accompanying her on a date night to Aesop's for drinks, darts, and billiards. Just a night out with Snow was appealing so he didn't really care what they were doing. Neal was in the very capable hands of Emma and Henry and they were off.
His wife looked beautiful, as always in a flattering white blouse and dark wash jeans. He had opted for jeans as well with a button down shirt and his favorite leather jacket.
He opened the door of his truck for her and they joined hands, as they went inside the establishment.
Aesop smiled when he saw her and they approached the bar.
"Welcome back. This must be your husband? I heard that the curse was finally broken," he greeted. David offered his hand and Aesop shook it.
"David," he said.
"Aesop...so two of my specialty drinks?" he asked.
"Yes...they are so good, honey," she told him, as he poured them.
"Your Majesty," a voice said, as they turned and David was impressed to see a group of very large vikings bowing respectfully to his wife.
"Gentlemen," she said, raising her glass to them. He took his glass and they joined hands, as the approached them.
"Erik, Bjorn, this is my husband David," she said. They seemed to be the leaders, as the others stayed back.
"Charming, this Erik and Bjorn," she introduced.
"I don't remember the names of the others," she whispered to him with a wince and he grinned.
"Yes..the Dragonslayer…" Erik said with reverence.
"Dragonslayer?" David whispered to her. She smirked.
"I missed you and might have talked a lot about you while we were playing pool. Besides, you did slay a dragon," she reminded. He smirked and put his hand out, shaking hands with them both.
"A pleasure to meet you," he said.
"The pleasure is ours. Your wife is an extraordinary woman," Bjorn praised. He smiled and caressed her beautiful face.
"She is that," he agreed fondly, as they noticed the two were still staring at her husband.
"Is something wrong?" Snow asked.
"We're apologize, Princess," Erik apologized.
"And I told you to call me Snow," she corrected.
"It's just...your husband bares such a remarkable resemblance to a bit of a legend in our culture," Bjorn stammered.
"Yes...if I didn't know better, than I would swear I was looking at the great Fandral. He was a valiant warrior and fought with the mighty Thor himself," Erik explained. David's eyes widened.
"You've been to Asgard?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that part. Before they ended up in the Land of Untold Stories, they lived in Asgard," Snow replied, as she regarded her husband.
"So he really looks like Fandral?" Snow asked them. They nodded.
"They could be twins," Bjorn answered.
"Mmm...well then Fandral must be very handsome," Snow said, gazing at her husband fondly. He smiled back and pecked her on the lips, just as Erik unsheathed one of his daggers.
"Let's see if your aim is as good as your lovely wife," Erik said. Charming smirked and took the dagger. He threw it and hit the bullseye, causing cheers all around. She smirked, looking on with pride, as the vikings took to him much as they had her.
The next hour was quite amusing, as she and Charming competed with them at darts and then pool. By now, they were both feeling the effects of Aesop's concoctions. Seeing Charming in one of the viking helmets was both funny and kind of a turn on. She watched him throw another knife and hit the target, which was met with more cheers, as he hurried toward her.
"No wonder you liked hanging out with these guys. They're a riot," he said, as he stumbled a bit, but she kept him upright and giggled.
"They are and so are you when you get tipsy," she mentioned. He put his hands on her shoulders.
"Snow...we should visit Asgard!" he exclaimed.
"As good as I think you'd look in viking armor, I'm not sure that's possible," she said.
"Erik said it is. We could visit and then come home. Remember, we talked about a second honeymoon," he reminded. She looked at him and despite his inebriation, she could tell he was serious.
"You want to take a second honeymoon to Asgard?" she asked incredulously.
"Come on...we're being invited! To Asgard! ASGARD! It could be a second honeymoon slash family trip," he slurred. She laughed.
"Honey, as much as I'd really like to see you in that viking armor, there's no way we could ever convince Emma to come," she reminded. He deflated slightly and then perked up again.
"Maybe we can't, but Henry can. You know he'd jump at the chance to visit Asgard. I mean...it's Asgard!" he exclaimed. She laughed and kissed his cheek.
"Okay...well if you still feel the same in the morning, we'll talk about it," she replied, as they kissed and it quickly started to turn passionate.
"Mmm...what do you say we say goodbye to the boys and go somewhere to be alone?" she suggested.
"Mmm...yes please to that," he purred.
"Just let me give Bjorn his helmet back," he added, but she stopped him.
"I'm sure he won't mind if you keep it," she purred, as she gave him a sultry look. He grinned and they put their arms around each other. And with a quick goodnight to their new friends, they hurried out. They were both too tipsy to drive, but fortunately, everything in Storybrooke was within walking distance, including their home...