Voicemails / Texts
Hey, you've reached Kristoff Bjorgman, I'm probably either at practice, at a match or sleeping so leave a message.
For Thor
Kristoff was counting down the minutes till the end of class. Why he ever signed up for a late class on a Friday was beyond him, he'd know better for his second semester. He had also stupidly picked a seat in the front row and the professor was a stickler for seeing cell phones so he couldnt even entertain himself in the last few minutes of class. He had no plans tomight, maybe he'd see if his roommate Thor, was free and they could go out to a movie or dinner or something, just to celebrate the end of the week. His leg had been vibrating non stop throughout class, buzzing away that Kris thought he was going to get caught, so he made sure not to take it out, but to wait till class was over. It's only a few minutes away anyway.
For the Hockey Husbands (mightyspark)
Kristoff arrived home and let himself in the front door of their obscenely large house. He was surprised not to see Thor at the door like the long haired blonde had suggested that he would be. He placed the vile tasting drink that his husband loved on the side table and put his keys in the bowl and bent down to give his puppy Sven, some love. Their other dog, which was Thors was probably still asleep by the fireplace, the lazy hound.
"T?!" He called out, "Where are you?"
"T?!" He called out, "Where are you?"