"One student ticket please," I said to the person at the ticket counter while I handed them my school ID.
Our local town museum because they offered steep discounts to college students during the week and I decided I should check it out. This week was a bit rough for me, so I wanted to treat myself by getting out of my dorm and surrounding myself with history and art. Since I was also an art student, this was an awesome way for me to get my creative juices flowing and maybe even inspire me.
"Alright Rebecca, here's your ID and your ticket. Do you know about this month's special exhibit?" I heard the person behind the counter say.
"Yes, of course! I'm super excited to see it and heard such good things about it too! Several of my friends actually have their work exhibited there. I told them that I was going to see it and I promised them I'd tell them what I thought of it later. It's kinda cool that the town gets to see their work and that it's next to some of the work of local artists as well. I wonder if I'll get to meet any of them today. Do you think they would give me any advice? Oh, sorry, I think I'm just rambling. Thanks again!"
I waved goodbye to the counter person and they sort of just watched me leave with a puzzled look on their face. I sometimes had to remind myself that I shouldn't talk so much around random people, especially strangers. Not everyone appreciated my talkative personality.
Once I entered the museum, I was a little overwhelmed by how much was on display. I hadn't been since I was a little girl, and I didn't remember them having so much stuff. I would have expected this more from a big city museum, but not from our local small one. I was excited to check everything out!
The museum was kind of empty since it was in the middle of the week, so it wasn't hard to walk around and take my time inspecting various pieces. My passion was definitely art, but I very much appreciated seeing anything historical too. I loved to imagine people long ago either using or making whatever I was looking at. It was probably the one thing other than art that I was kind of nerdy about.
There was one piece of absolutely exquisite art that I did not expect to see here though. On the other side of the room was the Blue Viking! Granted, he was a person, not a sculpture or a painting, but he was still a masterpiece. I think his actual name was Lukas or something? In my head, I called him the Blue Viking for so long that it was difficult to think of his real name.
He was a foreign student at our University and he looked exactly like you would think a hot, tall, strong Viking would look like, down to his dark hair with natural blonde highlights and his sculpted beard. It was well kept and meticulously groomed and honestly made him seem more mature and just more manly. However, most thought that his most striking feature was his eyes. They were so blue and so clear that it felt like you could fall into them if you looked long enough.
While his beard exuded masculinity and his eyes were dreamy, it was his impressively muscular body that had girls constantly around him. He was tall and powerfully built. His broad chest seemed to stretch any sized shirt he had on, and his arms looked like he could chop down a tree with one swing or row a boat single-handedly across the Atlantic. I never got to see him without his shirt off, but I would bet he also had some insane abs to go with the rest of his physique.
For me though, what always drew my attention was his thick and muscular legs. Some guys had well-built upper bodies and twigs for legs, but this guy definitely never skipped leg day at the gym. Watching his leg muscles bulge as he walked was a favorite pastime of mine. Sadly, I only got to enjoy it when he wore shorts though. Thank god there was an intense heatwave going on even though we were in the middle of Fall.
When he first arrived at Wheaton College, he was a drooling obsession with most of the school's females, both staff and students. However, his popularity waned as he rarely talked and was generally introverted. I never got the sense he was shy or socially awkward or anything, but he seemed to have only spoken like 10 words the entire time he had been here.
Unlike the other Avengers at the school, he didn't seem to be a man whore either. While he still drew constant looks from girls at school, most kept their distance since he never seemed to reciprocate their looks or feelings. When you saw enough girls say hi and introduce themselves to him without him barely making eye contact, it sent a clear message you shouldn't bother trying either.
To be honest, seeing him here kind of frustrated me. I just lost my recent crush to that slut Shauna and I really wanted to catch the attention of a hot guy. It might seem petty, but I wanted the personal validation. Lukas seemed like a perfect candidate, but apparently I'd have better luck getting a tree to notice me. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why couldn't it be a different hot guy from a different school or something? Some of my wavy brown hair fell on my face and I blew it away from me in annoyance.
I walked over to inspect something near him but was careful not to get too close. I slyly glanced over at him and loved what I saw. He was wearing shorts that were much shorter than what I was used to seeing American guys wear, but he was European after all. Besides, I wasn't complaining. His legs were packed with muscles and my eyes caught every tiny flex he made as he shifted his stance.
Eventually, my gazes turned to his upper body. He wore a simple, large polo shirt, but his muscular frame made it tight. His pecs were clearly visible as they pushed out his shirt and his muscular arms begged to be touched. His biceps were so big that I knew even with both of my hands I wouldn't be able to wrap around them. Damn, he could literally play Thor or any Norse god in those types of movies.
During one of my side-eye glances at him, I noticed that he was looking over at me. At first, I thought there was a piece of art behind me that he was looking at, but there wasn't anything near me. Was I just imagining it? No way, he just looked at me again! I couldn't help but smile and blush a little bit. He never looked at any girl at school and he was definitely eyeing me up.
