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starneko123 · 3 years

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Butterfly Effect

Star's Note: So I finally got around to putting my main OC in the MK 2021 movie storyline and the first part is like a...songfic? Yeah so prepare for that and also Korë Nagako X Liu Kang is a crack ship, in general, please don't take it seriously lol.

OC Characters Involved

Nova Nagako

Mileena walked through the foyer leading to Shang Tsung's throne. Kabal and Goro were joining her it wasn't like she needed assistance for this. She preferred to do this one alone but the iron lung and royal brute refused. The trio reached Shang Tsung and once he gave Mileena the signal she spoke "She was spotted in Earthrealm far from Raiden's Temple as we speak. She seems to have...a different life with others around her. A caregiver." Mileena finished with an aggravated sigh "A caregiver?" Shang Tsung echoed in question.

Kabal cut his way into the conversation "She means her mother but with the description you gave it made it more difficult to find her. No white streaks in the hair, no pink eyes, and no magical powers. The reincarnation is shit." Kabal spat gesturing behind as if she was there. "Nova-" Shang Tsung began and Kabal cut him off once more. "News Flash she doesn't even go by Nova over there! Who the hell would name their kid Nova in this modern day. Her name is Korë. Not any better but it's different. Not fucking Nova." Now he was finished, and he put his hand on the hip for added flare.

"She's not our Lady Nova but still she stands out." Prince Goro mentioned. Mileena may have sniffed her out but Goro tracked her down. He found her first his chest swelled with pride. "She has companions." Mileena groaned half-heartedly "A friend and a consort." Shang Tsung leaned forward standing up from his throne altogether. "A consort?!" Kabal spoke again, "Yeah, not very good looking or the sharpest tool in the shed but they're around each other." Too bad they couldn't see Kabal rolling his eyes because he was doing so every few seconds. "Are you the better option?" Kabal asked genuinely "She is my Queen, my better half." Shang Tsung's voice echoed dreamily and again Kabal rolled his eyes "That's what they all say." Mileena then stepped closer to Shang Tsung as if it was just the two of them. "She had the marking of a Chosen One." Shang Tsung smirked "All the better." He then snapped his head to the side to look over at Nitara perched on a block of stone petting her wings. "Kabal and Mileena...Nitara will assist you in retrieving Nova." Mileena had no problem with that, she got along with Nitara so far. "Yes, master." Nitara said slyly as she sashayed towards the two said kombatants.

"Kill or injure beyond repair whoever stops you from bringing back my wife!" His voice echoed into the maroon sky.

Korë herself was sitting in a chair next to her close friend and housemate, Soleil. "You know what I think I did a really good job on my eyeshadow." She said brushing it a few more times and facing Soleil to show her eyelids covered in white eyeshadow and silver outline. She also had glitter on her face it must have been from the perfume or another form of body glitter. "I think you did really good this time, you're getting better." Soleil put her brush down and stood up fixing her dress in the process. Korë and Soleil were wearing the same dress it was a short pure white dress with lace at the ends and at Korë thought it was plus since it also wasn't strapless.

"Korë Nagako and Soleil Zaveri... five-minute call out. Almost showtime." It was their manager, Soleil responded with an 'Alright' and Korë an 'Okay'. Soleil stood up from her rolling chair as she finished her winged eyeliner and Korë followed her as she finished putting on her lip gloss.

"Yeah, I'm at the place it's like this, singer stripper bar or whatever, I don't know but she's here," Sonya said as she entered the bar and took a seat in the back, and ordered a drink.

"Now, blessing us with their presence is the femme fatale duo is Korë and Soleil!" The response to the statement was scattered cheers. The duo walked onto the stage and the atmosphere itself changed when she saw Korë. Korë had a slight headache that she had been nursing for a couple of days and Soleil knew that but Korë was convinced that it had gone away and she was just dealing with the aftermath. They both cleared their throat and as the stage light shined on them, Soleil started harmonizing as the beat started playing and Korë started singing.

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20-20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside?

Permeate my ego and my pride

"I love you." Shang Tsung said as he wrapped his arms around Korë twisting her around so she was facing him and she gazed at him lovingly as a teasing smirk spread across her obsidian lips. She leaned in until their lips were ghosting over each other "Do you want me to say it back?" She asked jokingly "I think my heart will truly break if you don't." Shang said dramatically and she giggled "I love you."

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

"If you stop moving it would hurt less Prince Goro." He growled again at her statement and she returned it with a cold, unmoving stare. His growls then calmed down to huffs and puffs "Thank you." She said to him as she finished wrapping the bandage around his arm. "The wound isn't too bad, you'll heal fast either way." She said as she stood up and gathered her healing equipment and before she left she was grated with a rumbling "Thank you." at least he had manners she'll give him that. Before she closed the door she sent him a smile. A kind smile. One to remember.

I'm gеtting used to receiving

Still gеtting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared (oh, scared)

Learnin' to be grateful for myself (oh, oh, oh)

You love my lips 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it startin' to subside

Learnin' to believe in what is mine

"I wouldn't recommend it Mileena," Nova said as she closed her spellbook and stood to face Mileena and they were roughly the same height. "But to ensure my knowledge of it-" Nova sighed and grabbed Mileena by the shoulders "I don't want you to learning just yet, you must stick with the powers you were born with for now. I will teach you myself when you have elevated your powers. Understand?" Nova asked tilting her head for the effect and Mileena nodded. Nova brought her in for a hug and kissed her on the forehead and at that Mileena purred in comfort and delight for the slight praise she got.

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I couldn't believe it or see it for myself

Boy, I be impatient, but now I'm out here

Fallin', fallin', frozen, slowly

Fallin', got me right

I won't keep you waitin' (waitin')

All my baggage fadin' safely (my baggage fadin')

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away, I

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me, ooh (trust me)

The way that you trust me, baby (trust me)

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view (oh)

Yeah

As they finished their performance they got a fresh round of applause and Korë finally let out a breath as she always did after a performance and smiled alongside Soleil. After giving a wave they went backstage and collected their money. Since they didn't feel like staying at the bar anymore that night they decided to head home. "Good night KoKo," Soleil said with a yawn as she kissed her on the cheek and closed the door to her room. Korë was outside on the back porch humming and looking up at the sky, enjoying the night breeze. Until she heard whispering and then shuffling in the bushes 'The fuck?' she said under her breath as she quickly grabbed the steel bat near her that they used for protection.

She walked closer to the bushes and beat them with the bat a few times before staring at them again. She sighed, maybe she was just tired that was more than likely the case. She let out another breath as she turned but then yelped as she was met with a woman who was roughly her size and height. Her eyes glowed in the night and her mouth was covered in blood and it looked almost stained on her face. "Mommy Nova! I have waited so long for you!" She grinned widely showing off her razor-sharp teeth and reached for a hug arms opened wide but Korë moved a couple of steps back, her back bumped into someone and she turned to see a man taller and lankier.

"Hey, sweetness." It sounded like a man, a man who had trouble breathing and could barely compose his words. Korë wasn't thinking straight that's all she could of. She swung her bat wildly at the two intruders causing the man to speed away and the woman teleport back a few feet away from her. But she knows that she has hit one of them by the blood on her bat and the scar that was made on her stomach. She shrieked as she held her stomach and she did a full 360° but she couldn't see them. She felt like she was going to faint from the loss of blood and the lack of sleep. She then heard gunshots and she fell to the ground hoping that nothing else would wound her.

"Get up and get in the car!" She didn't have to be told twice since she was living off of adrenaline at the moment. She ran past the woman who was still letting off gunshots as she got in the car and slammed the door as she leaned into the seat protectively. After letting off a few more shots that the duo continued to dodge Sonya ran back to the car as well and got into the driver's seat starting the car and zooming off as she saw beady red eyes staring at her in the rearview mirror. "Who the hell are you?" Korë asked with a hiss as the woman started looking at her up and down when she suddenly asked "Where is the marking?" She asked indignantly "What fucking marking?! What the fuck are you talking about?" Korë spat and Sonya rolled her eyes as she tugged Korë's hoodie upwards and ghosted her finger over the Mortal Kombat marking.

"You wanna explain that?"

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat movie #mk movie #mk movie 2021 #kore nagako #soleil zaveri #sonya blade #arcanas #this was a bit rushed for me #but this will definitely be a series #I hope it will #mortal kombat oc #oc interaction #my oc story #my ocs do not steal #mileena#mk kabal #shang tsung

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suspiciouslybluemilktea · 3 years

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Chapters 3-5 of The Passed Out Princess

Pairing: My CMC (Uyu, Dan Byeol) x Suit Saeran See all chapters

Description: On days 7-9 of Ray’s route, the player is denied food as “Saeran” makes his presence first known. But, what if MC fell very ill under this method of torture due to a medical condition? Sadly, my custom MC, Uyu (full name Dan Byeol), would deal with exactly this dilemma.

Warnings and notes found in chapter 1-2

Without taking a second to assess the situation, he began his tantrum, entering the room without even a knock out of courtesy.

“Finally getting what you wanted and you’re laying down on the bed as if nothing matters! You should be grateful I even thought to check up on you!”

The door shut behind him with a slam.

“Well then? Up. Get up, toy. I didn’t come all the way out here to watch you sleep!”

Saeran made his way over to the bed, almost in a stomping manner.

Uyu let out a small groan, attempting to pick herself up to look him in the eyes, disobeying one of his direct orders on purpose even now. With some shifts, she made her way to sitting up at the edge of the bed close to him with a slouch in her posture. Moving about to face him signaled her forehead to throb again, causing her to instinctively lift her hand to touch it beneath her bangs, a wince escaping her mouth.

“Is that all you’ve got to show me how much I’m making you suffer? Tch. Pathetic! You suck. Take more lessons from Zen while you’re chatting with him so damn much. Maybe he can at least teach you to cry on command for me. Didn’t you take theater classes before or something?”

The tall man in black towered over her as he spoke, icy eyes glaring at her through marshmallow colored fringe which fell over them in his lean forward. His lips curled into a wicked grin before he broke the awkward silence again.

“Well then...what would you like to refer to this issue as? Tell me. You must have weaved quite the story in preparation for my arrival. Out with it!”

Uyu mustered up some strength to mutter out a little of what he needed to know, embarrassed having to explain herself and call for his help when he appeared to be nothing but cruel to her.

He had shouted at her. He had shoved her a little. He had pinned her against a wall and trapped her like a wolf hunting a small, doe eyed rabbit.

And now, here she was teaching him about one of her medical conditions. Needless to say, she wished it possible to pretend it all wasn’t happening.

“..I have chronic low blood sugar. If...my hunger goes unchecked…..it just drops...my blood sugar I mean... and I get sick….it’s undocumented as there’s not much else doctors can do other than tell me to eat..”

Oh the shame.

“Pfft-”

Saeran cackled, loudly, higher in pitch, his voice reaching a part of his lungs that made it almost wheezy.

“Seriously? I hate how your list of problems is so long a fool might have believed you. You’re so damn weak. Say... I wonder...should today’s playtime be me dangling food in front of your face, then? Come on. Let’s get you to stand first, hmm? Then I’ll fetch you something sucky...like raw carrots...and you’ll hop for me like a pet bunny in desperation. I’ll even be so kind as to help you to your feet. What do you say, princess? Would you like that? A gentlemanly hand extended to you from your master?”

He reached down, pulling her hand away from her forehead and clasping it in his right, intertwining her small fingers with his long and slender ones. She shivered at his touch, him being so much colder than she was, as if his hand had been resting in a freezer while apart from her.

“...No...Saeran I might throw up again-”

“Sure you will~”, he cooed, bringing his face to hers.

“Where is that vomit, by the way? Did you oh so conveniently make it to the toilet so it’s all flushed away and gone? Haha...it’s hard to play with a toy who won’t even stand…so up! I’ll help you now, giving you that sweetness you oh so crave. On the count of three! One...two…”

Uyu shook her head as she attempted to pull back away from him, but her hand was still trapped in his firm grip, growing stronger as she attempted to resist.

“Three!”

Saeran gave her a jerk forward, the pull almost sending her to hit the ground before she caught herself on his arm.

“Wow! She did it! She stands! See that wasn’t so har-”

Dan felt the blood seem to rush out of her brain and downwards in a waterfall motion as that hot and cold chill returned. Her legs teetered as she lost balance, falling before grasping at him, ending up in his arms entirely, Saeran trying to avoid being knocked over himself. She let out a “brrr” noise as she shuttered, so dizzy the room felt as if it were doing somersaults and tumbles as it tossed her limp body around.

“Toy? Toy! What the hell kind of a stunt...”

Saeran pulled her away from him to get a better look at her as her head rolled to the side feebly. He held the woman out by her shoulders in front of him as if she were a little rag doll he wanted to shake back and forth to somehow bring life back into her.

“Start speaking to me! It’s not funny! You can quit the act now…stop doing that…”

His tone grew softer as the sound of a stiffness in the back of his throat made itself known, gulping as if swallowing a ball. He spoke again through gritted teeth.

“Not funny….I’m getting angrier….pull yourself together, toy…”

And with a little jostle from him, her guts felt a sudden whirl before a solid drop as did her head, the color black with spirals seizing her sight as she could no longer sort of keep herself upright. Saeran let go of her shoulders, feeling her whole weight lean in on him, catching her before she could fall.

Dan had finally blacked out cold exactly at noon, leaving Saeran alone, drowning in a sea of his own panic.

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Saeran held her close to him for a minute out of shock, his captivating eyes wide, stunned and not wanting to witness what he was responsible for. With Uyu completely slumped into him, he maneuvered his arms around her to allow her frail unconscious body to lean backwards. He didn’t want to believe he caused her to actually pass out, supporting her with his left arm and gently caressing her soft cheek with the back of his right hand.

A part of him feared he had caused the unthinkable.

He spoke in a strained whisper.

“Princess…?”

Not to his surprise, he received no reply, not even the slightest sign that she was faking. He huffed gently as his bottom lip began to quiver...his underlying worry that she wasn’t indeed fooling him appeared now true. He pulled her close to his chest again, his heart hammering against her as he cursed under his breath, thoughts racing so fast he felt a headache of his own coming on.

“Shit….”

Saeran went down onto his knees, still cradling her as her head rested in the crook of his neck, scooching her so she was sitting on his lap. His heart hurt...it physically hurt...a crushing squeezing pain that made him want to rip it from his chest entirely. It felt as if a rose bush had wrapped its way around it, winding an elaborate cage of thorns which pierced through like a million needles; the prettiest rose wilted in his hands because he couldn’t give it basic sunlight and water. The rose which bloomed within Ray’s heart...unlike Ray, Saeran wasn’t a nurturing gardener. Screaming at a flower for not growing into what you wished it to become will do nothing. Or...was it that the flower had already blossomed as he tried to force it closed, back into becoming a bud? Either way, he could now feel the dryness of its shriveled petals as his first tear spilled down his hot cheek.

“You don’t seem so tough now…..aren’t you supposed to be able to handle what I throw at you?”

He pressed his face into her hair, the smell of her floral conditioner he once insulted overwhelming his senses.

With heavy shame and panic, the built up water in his tear ducts came trickling down in little glistening, frequent streams upon his pale face. He shook like a leaf in the wind.

“...I did it. I defeated you. Damn you. This was supposed to be better….feel better. I was promised this was what I wanted...but you made it too easy. I hate a lack of challenge...”

He lifted his head before scooping her up bridal style, carrying her to the princess bed to lay her down somewhere comfortable. Upon her back with her hair partially sprawled out behind her, her position resembled that of sleeping beauty, the one who cursed her to sleep as well as the one who could save her life sharing the same body. Saeran’s kiss could not wake her as the one who made her prick her finger on that spinning wheel, and her prince charming was gone, banished away as he could not stand the cruelties of the dark castle’s dungeons. Or at least, that’s how he felt; that he was acting as the Maleficent of this long tale.

He stared at her for a while, breathing rapidly as his chest puffed up and down, bewildered, seething and puzzled as to why this all hurt him so. His savior promised knocking Dan down was the way to go...after all, she corrupted Ray, disobeyed the savior and caused Ray to do the same, made Ray have to be cleansed...she was no good for him; a liar and a manipulator. That’s what his savior told him, and she was never wrong, was she?

He tried to take her state in again as he watched her, drinking up her lifelessness, pushing himself to feel positive about it. It was a good thing. This was a good thing. The savior might even congratulate him for this. He might even receive praise for doing the opposite as Ray had done, feeding her well put together meals despite not even having the time to sleep. Or, would the savior scold him for besting her too early? After all, she was still essential to bringing down the RFA, as useless as he made her seem to be.

“Yes, that’s it,” he thought. He HAS to make sure she’s ok so she can carry out her job. But why did it seem like so much more than that as he felt a soreness seeing her hurt? He put his hands in his hair, tugging at the white messy tufts by the roots as he audibly panted, feeling himself being sent into a frenzy of angry and confused alarm. He gasped and shook as his eyes glazed over and color drained from his complexion, internally feeling a tug a war between his yearnings and what he had been told. A few broken “ahs” and whimpers left his open mouth as Saeran stumbled backwards, bumping his heel on the bedside table with a thunk. His tears would not cease.

It felt as if no matter how he rationalized what had just happened, matching it to his savior’s wishes and words she whispered into his ears, he couldn’t find it within himself to feel successful or triumphant in any manner. He whipped himself around to avoid looking at the passed out princess, his gaze meeting a vase with fresh flowers left by Ray which she slept beside every night. This room was so full of her...so full of him...so full of them and their time spent together. With a loud crash, he knocked it over, the smashed bits aligning the floor as the water lay in a puddle, the flowers undamaged, surrounded by the mess.

He chewed skin off his lip, leaving it pinker and salty in taste. To avoid his savior’s disapproval, for acting so weak and for making Dan so ill, Saeran decided it was best to handle the entirety of the situation on his own. He licked away the bead of red hot blood, brimming from where he bit off skin before collecting himself to a degree to clean up what he had done.

He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror for a while, analyzing his features and making certain his emotions were concealed. He needed to hide his trembles and sobs if he were to re-enter the halls, wearing the iron mask of the strongest believer.

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Locking the door to keep Dan alone and safe, Saeran made his way around until he reached the place’s kitchen, keeping his head low to avoid the need to strike conversations or bark orders. The believers knew by now that his brisk walking and low hanging head meant no one was to disturb him, as he was probably doing something of importance for the savior. Same went for Ray, even. This made his trip rather quick and easy, even with the glances and stares he received in the halls. He paid no attention to the whispers which followed them.

“I’m hungry. Whip up something and make it fast. Doesn’t matter what as long as it’s got all the food groups and doesn’t taste like utter garbage.”

After Saeran commanded the Mint Eye chefs to get to work on a dish specially “for himself”, he pulled out his android phone to do a quick Google search on what might help with Uyu’s condition. From that he was able to piece together that candy and sugar can help provide immediate relief, for just a moment, as it would spike her blood sugars.

“Do we still have any candies around here? I want a few of those.”

“Yes Mr. Saeran sir...there are some mint candies and chocolates in the cabinet by your head…to the right. We got them recent-”

“No need to point it out and ramble. I know my way around the kitchen. Next time, just a simple yes unless I ask you to say more.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mint Eye was rather used to not seeing Saeran or Ray at meal times unless the savior requested him to attend and sit by her side, so to them, him taking his dinner to go was more normal.

He opened the white cupboard door, seeing numerous clear jars they’d set out on display during meal times. He shoved his hand into the chocolates first, taking it out empty then deciding to go for the mints, remembering “the little thing can’t have dairy.” Grabbing a solid handful of the sweet safe for her to eat, he shoved it all into the pockets of his dark suit, then leaning against the wall, eyeing the chefs at work.

As Saeran himself requested a meal, it was going to be elaborate and made by a whole team in an effort to please him, worry that a mistake could send them to be cleansed acting as a great motivator. Two people off to the right made small garlic potatoes while another two prepared a red wine sauce, to go with the steak a different believer was making. This did not include the last pair, which made stir fried vegetables, one cooking and one cutting.

The kitchen was quiet apart from the sounds of the sizzling, chopping, and stirring; Saeran swallowing saliva as his adam’s apple rolled up and then down, feeling the weight of the fear the room felt towards him. Many times, he saw that kitchens were depicted as being so loud and fun, full of life and chatter unlike this one. Saeran commanded authority and respect, yes, but none of these people would even dare say more than a yes sir no sir to him, let alone smile and act friendly. Would they even smile and talk if he wasn’t there? Or, was joy something this place had always lacked, him just now noticing because of the horribly confusing pit in his stomach at the moment? For the most part, he was on his own, the kindness he received from the savior being all he had to look forward to. And it was always enough for him, as the anxiety he provoked just being in the same room as the believers usually filled him with glee. But then...Ray found someone else who’d show him sweetness. A different kind of sweetness. One that would make his face hot to the touch and heart glow, as if he were under the bright blue sky getting a sunburn, sugary treats melting and dancing on his tongue with new flavors he just wasn’t used to. It was nerve racking and yet so energizing at the same time, something to look forward to as he snuck around to see Dan for so long. Saeran at least could say he found her words to be rather interesting, keeping him on his toes the brief time that they properly spoke together. And by brief...he meant three times. That dork passed out after they had only talked to each other three times.

He was used to the feeling of people trying to tear up his body and soul with their nails from the inside out...but not in the way she did. She at least spoke such honeyed words and phrases, sugar coated in such an unlike recipe as did the glaze which covered his savior’s. Even when telling him something harsh, Dan clarified that his best interest was always in her mind. Ray wished for more of this as he asked her to wreck his head outright. A foolish thing really. Or so Saeran was told.

“Umm...Mr. Saeran...your dish is ready.”

He picked up his stare from the floor to the believer now speaking to him as his train of thoughts were broken off. No matter how much of a display he tried to put on, his mind was somewhere else, somewhere it shouldn’t be. Thinking about someone it shouldn’t be.

“Yes, good. I’ll take the plate to my room as I’m very busy with my important work. Bring me some silverware and a napkin. And a water bottle. And cover the food so it stays warm.”

“Yes sir. For eternal paradise.”

“For eternal paradise..”

The kitchen staff said nothing to his face about the redness which surrounded his mint eyes and the tip of his nose, but behind his back was a different story.

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restlessmaknae · 6 years

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Walking on thin ice // V. (Un)controllable

Baleful powers and icy hearts collide and no one knows what would come out of it. A girl who doesn’t want to be seen and a boy who desperately wants to be seen.

❄ Pairing: Jack Frost!Yoongi (BTS) x Elsa!Joohyun (Red Velvet’s Irene)

❄ Supporting roles: Joonmyun (EXO) as Santa; Kibum (SHINee) as Easter Bunny; Hayoung (APink) as Tooth Fairy; Mark (GOT7) as Sandman; Yerim (Red Velvet) as Anna; Myungjun (ASTRO) as Daylight

❄ Basics’ post: setting & long summary & cast

❄ Genre: angst, drama, fluff, fantasy

❄ Chapters: I. ❄ II. ❄ III. ❄ IV. ❄ V. ❄ VI. ❄ VII.

Joohyun was more terrified than the first time she had been to the hospital.

She would need to see her little sister because she had promised to take her home once she’s discharged. She hadn’t seen her for almost three weeks because she avoided seeing her since the incident. Since she hurt Yerim.

The only thing she had the courage to do was to answer Yerim’s messages because that was the only way she could make sure that her little sister was doing okay. Consequently, they had kept in contact only through messages. Joohyun didn’t have the heart to let Yerim down but she wasn’t ready to face her. Instead of visiting her in the hospital, she texted her and always found an excuse, so that she wouldn’t need to see her. Her doctors kept Joohyun updated anyway.

Luckily, Yerim wasn’t in a critical condition anymore. Even though the doctors had no idea what might have caused the accident because Joohyun merely told them that she slipped on the icy street in front of their house and fell to the ground, unconscious. She couldn’t tell them what happened. How could she? They would have put her in jail or even worse, a madhouse. Who would believe that she possessed a power that allowed her to create ice and snow and bolt someone in the heart with her explosions? They would have outright humiliated her or called her names. Joohyun herself couldn’t believe it at first either.

However, knowing that Yerim was well again didn’t make things easier. In fact, it made everything even more difficult. The thought of having to see Yerim face-to-face was too much for Joohyun to bear. She had tried to prepare herself for every scenario but she had no idea what to expect.

Small wonder Joohyun was on the edge when Yoongi decided to interrogate her about a possible near-death experience she might have had in the past on the exact same day she was supposed to meet Yerim.

“What does it have to do with anything?” Joohyun huffed in disbelief, not knowing why it was so important for Yoongi to know so much about her past. Joohyun trusted him, at least she trusted him more than before but that didn’t mean that she was willing to share everything about herself. Especially not something so hurtful.

“Because you may have got your power when you were dead for a certain time and it may have remained when you came back to life. It’s not uncommon but extremely rare for someone to possess a power after they’ve been through a near-death experience.” Yoongi shared with her everything he had managed to find out about the topic since the gathering with the other Guardians.

“So do you say that it has happened before?” She raised an eyebrow in question, something unpleasant already settling in her stomach. Her heart was beating a bit too rapidly and she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. Being the odd little human who was suddenly struck by this weird power was a role he hated but the possibility of others living like her also scared her. How many of them were living ordinary lives while having extraordinary powers? Who were them? Where were the others?

“Well…” The Guardian scrunched his nose, apparently uncomfortable to answer her question.

“Yoongi…” Joohyun said, her full attention lounged at the boy in front of her. Her impatient tone was her first warning. The next would be raising her voice at him.

“It happened only once.” He admitted, the icy blue of his eyes turning a shade darker after his confession.

Joohyun gulped. She sensed that something was fishy because Min Yoongi would never be hesitant to answer her questions if it wasn’t something he really didn’t want her to hear.

“What happened?”

There was a minute of silence that covered them like a gentle blanket on a winter night. Even though they were both creatures who were capable of manipulating ice and snow, Joohyun never liked the cold tension that fell upon them when they were arguing or merely hiding their real emotions in case the other would get hurt. It was the kind of cold that she didn’t prefer; stern, unbreakable and suffocating. She never liked neither winter, nor anything that was associated with it but she had to accept her fate and make peace with the fact that she was chained to winter no matter how much she disliked the thought.

“He died.” Yoongi finally broke the silence, his voice deep and raspy.

Joohyun would lie if she said that she didn’t expect such an answer. However, the thought still made her blood run cold. No matter how many times she hurt himself and sadistically liked being hurt, she didn’t want to die. Dying and being hurt were two sides of the same coin. Yet, one was reversible while the other was irreversible.

Or maybe not. Death can be tricked too.

“What exactly happened to him?” She persisted, not willing to move until she got the answer she wanted. Despite Yoongi’s apparent frown, he didn’t back away.

“His name was Myungjun but he was known as Daylight within us.” He started but paused right away to let out an agitated sigh. Whoever this Myungjun was, he must have meant a lot to Yoongi because his voice was uncharacteristically gentle when he talked about him. “He was a human being just like anyone of us before we got our powers. He was a firefighter but his bravery costed him his life. Once, he was so badly injured that he was sent to emergency immediately, yet he died while they were trying to resuscitate him. He was dead for around three minutes and while he was unconscious, he was chosen by the Man in the Moon as a new Guardian.”

“He was supposed to be a Guardian immediately?” Joohyun casted him a questioning glance because she couldn’t put the pieces back together.

“Yes.” Yoongi nodded with a half-smile. “He was a really gentle soul, always trying to save others and sacrificing his life but no one could save him from such a fate. Besides him, only Joonmyun and Hayoung were Guardians right after their death, Mark, Kibum and I, we had a period of probation before we were chosen one.”

“What was the reason for that?”

“Would you have trusted me with the responsibilities of being a Guardian right away?” He asked seriously without a hint of mockery in his voice. “The Man in the Moon has his own reasons to choose someone as a Guardian right away or merely guide them through the initial challenges of their powers. I didn’t know what to do with my powers either and my lack of knowledge slowly turned into pranks and jokes as I discovered what I could really do. I wouldn’t have been a good example for anyone. That’s why I stayed as Nightlight and questioned the Man in the Moon why I was created and why I couldn’t get to know anything about my past.”

“If you were Nightlight and Myungjun was Daylight, you must have had a special bond, right?”

“We can say so.” The Guardian of Fun smiled at the choice of Joohyun’s words. Then, as if he was suddenly being remembered of the past, his features became solemn and unreadable again.

“Myungjun was able to create or merely make flowers bloom and radiate sunshine and warmth. I was the one who was supposed to help him how to control his power but I didn’t know anything about his abilities. Luckily, he believed in me and it turned out that the will-power and mental strength you need to create heat is the same one you need to create cold, so things were looking up for a while. He was still a human but he couldn’t go back to the fire brigade because he wouldn’t have been able to explain why he was in one piece and why he didn’t have any burnt bruises, so he was studying to be a teacher until one day his own power consumed him.” He gulped as the memory of the said Guardian hit him hard and though he looked like an ice prince, Joohyun could see the remorse and pain in his light-blue eyes.

Yoongi told her about how he became a Guardian, about the fight with Pitch but never did he mention anything about a human who had opposite powers and had a similar reason she might have gotten hers. Though now that he told her that his own power consumed Myungjun, she was starting to understand why he didn’t want to tell her about Daylight.

“Go on!” Joohyun bobbed her head, gesturing him to finish the story. It could be seen that Yoongi was in conflict but the girl’s persistence prompted him to continue.

“Just as you are able to hurt yourself or others when you can’t control your power, he could do too. It was the first and the last time he let go of control and it cost his life. He burnt himself to ashes and because he wasn’t an immortal Guardian and had his own human body with his beating heart, he died on the spot.” He visibly flinched as he recalled the memory that still stung him at his heart. As an immortal, he was used to seeing people die while he didn’t change at all and didn’t age at all. However, mostly they were people whom he didn’t know well or whom he didn’t have a special relationship with.

On the contrary, Myugjun was his first pupil and his complete opposite. For so long, he waited for a mate because he felt alone and abandoned. People couldn’t see him, people didn’t believe in him. He was Jack Frost (or at that time Nightlight was more well-known), an immortal creature who could control snow and ice but had no one to share his accomplishments with. No one had a power similar to his, thus they didn’t understand him. He was goofy and loved causing trouble while messing around in towns and triggering snow fights. But he had no one until that year’s spring when he was chosen as a Guardian and found friends (to be precise, a family) in Bunnymund, Santa Claus, Tooth and Sandman. Before them, he only had Myungjun.

Myungjun was the perfect role-model, small wonder he was a Guardian right after his near-death experience. As opposed to Joohyun’s case, Myungjun knew he was a Guardian because he had talked with the Man in the Moon and he told him about his powers and responsibilities. If he wanted to protest, he wouldn’t show it. Myungjun was the epitome of joy; always smiling, giggling or chattering nonsense. He was the human embodiment of happiness, the way his lips curled into a smile resembled the sunrise itself. He was so full of love; he was always willing to give rather than take away. The world couldn’t have asked for a better Guardian. He brought joy and light into humans’ lives; not only with his power but with his smile too.

Truth to be told, Yoongi was jealous of him at first. He knew he wouldn’t make a great Guardian (at that time, he was more curious about the reason he was created in the first place, the thought of being a Guardian didn’t even cross his mind) but Myungjun was already one when he couldn’t even control his power. The Man in the Moon may have had his own reasons but Yoongi could never decipher him. Daylight was a Guardian but he was taught by a mere immortal being – Jack Frost. Why? It was a question left unanswered even after Myungjun’s death. The fact that Daylight didn’t abandon him, nor belittle him when he should have spent most of his time with the other Guardians made Yoongi want to hate him more. Yet, he couldn’t. It wasn’t possible to hate Myungjun. No one could hate him.

The sudden flashbacks made Yoongi dizzy, yet he tried his best not to show any sign of insecurity. Myungjun was closer to him than anyone ever before and he died because of his own power. Joohyun was already closer to his heart than he would have admitted and she had made a huge progress but Yoongi could never be sure she wouldn’t end up the same way Myungjun did. That’s why he tried to push her away and that’s why he was so impatient with her training. He wanted her to learn faster, so that they would minimize the chances of her being consumed by her own power.

Joohyun sensed that it was a sensitive topic to Yoongi, so when she spoke up, her tone was as gentle as possible.

“What about the Man in the Moon? Couldn’t he help him?” She looked up at him, her similarly blue eyes shining with questions, doubts and fears. She wasn’t as scared as she was the first time they met but she was far from confident either. Especially after knowing about Myungjun’s fate.

“He couldn’t.” Yoongi shook his head, sadness written all over his face. “Once a human Guardian is died, he can’t bring them back to life. If he wouldn’t have been a human, he could have saved him, but he was a human being with a beating heart.”

They were both silent for a moment. Joohyun needed time to process everything she had heard. She might have assumed that the Man in the Moon was some kind of almighty god-like creature who defended the Guardians and took them back to life whenever it was needed. Yoongi didn’t mention anything about that. She was sure they were immortals and undefeatable. She wouldn’t think that the Guardians could die. To be precise, only human Guardians could. It seemed so cruel to her. The ones who work on the balance and joy of the world didn’t deserve to die. Ever.

“Do you want to tell me about your near-death experience, so that we could figure out if it has something to do with your power?” The boy muttered quietly, not wanting to shake up Joohyun even more.

That day’s training was already a mess because her emotions were overshadowed by her fear concerning the visit to the hospital, so he didn’t want to push her further. On the other hand, if they wanted to find an explanation, Yoongi needed to know if she had been through something similar to Myungjun’s case.

“I can’t really believe it myself but…” Joohyun cleared her throat to regain her usual cold façade but Yoongi was already good at seeing through her. She was vulnerable and fragile in that moment even though those were the only sides she didn’t want anyone to see. However, if it was something about her parents, she couldn’t keep a stern face.

“When my parents had the car accident, we were in the backseat with Yerim. It’s already bad enough to know that we’ve survived and they didn’t, but the fact that I also had a near-death experience and yet I was able to come back is worse.” She continued shakily, trying to hide her trembling hands by clenching them into fists.

She remembered every single detail of that night in February like it was yesterday. She remembered the last patch of light she had seen before everything went dark. She remembered the heart-wrenching scream of her mother’s before the car hit the ground. She remembered the excruciating pain that was rushing through her body the moment she woke up. Yet, she remembered something more; the way her heart broke into tiny little pieces when she heard that both her parents died. It felt as if someone had stubbed her with a knife, right through her beating heart, still pushing through while it was already bleeding.

“The doctors say I was in a critical condition when they transported me to the hospital because I was on the side the car flipped. I had a serious brain concussion and they tried to resuscitate me but to no avail. I was dead for five minutes and they thought they had lost me until I started coughing up blood and came back to life.” Joohyun literally coerced herself to speak because the words felt heavy. Her tongue was tangled as if her senses were also connected to her emotional state.

Everything regarding the accident felt like a dream. She was still hoping to see her parents’ smile in person, she was still waiting for them to show up at their flat’s door. She wasn’t ready to let them go. She couldn’t. It would mean that she was really all alone with Yerim by her side. No matter the amount of affectionate she felt towards her little sister, she didn’t know if she was doing the right thing. She couldn’t replace the mother Yerim had lost. Joohyun was a mere twenty-one-year-old university student, she didn’t know how to take care of herself, let alone her thirteen-year-old little sister.

Yet, after moving away from Busan and settling down in Seoul, Joohyun had to realize that she had no time to mope and question her abilities. She had to try her best, if not for herself, then for Yerim. Her little sister didn’t deserve to lose her parents at such a young age, they should have had so many more years together. However, that extremely cold, snowy winter day changed everything and turned their perfect little family life into a mere shadow.

“Maybe that could be it.” Yoongi pondered, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to put the pieces back together. Joohyun nodded a bit, although she wasn’t sure if it could be possible. However, after finding out about her power, then meeting Min Yoongi who was also known as Jack Frost and learning that there were Guardians on Earth who could only be seen when people believed in them, nothing seemed so impossible. Her life turned upside down but she wasn’t so sure that her life changed in a good way.

“Maybe.” She agreed as she let out a weary sigh. If Myungjun’s story wasn’t tragic enough, her near-death experience was definitely something she didn’t want to talk about. “Can I go now?” She turned to Yoongi, trying to cover her agitated state with impatience.

“Where do you want to go?” The Guardian squinted his eyes at her. Joohyun completely forgot that she hadn’t told him about her visit to the hospital. To be precise, she hadn’t told him that she would go that day.

“I’m going to the hospital. Yerim is discharged at 5pm today.” She admitted as she knew he would see through her anyway. There was no point of lying. Min Yoongi could read her like an open book or at least she supposed he could.

“You don’t want me to come?”

“No, thank you.” She shook her head. No matter how heart-warming Yoongi’s offer was a few days ago, she was convinced that it was her fight, her duty and for that reason she should face the situation without Jack Frost’s help. Also, it was highly unlikely but not impossible that Yerim would believe in Jack Frost and that she would be able to see him. The last thing they wanted was an overexcited teenage girl who jumped up and down in front of the doctors, saying that Jack Frost was in the room with her. Let’s face it, if Yerim believed in him, she would react the exact same way.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“You don’t have a phone.” Joohyun reminded him uncharacteristically cheekily, earning an exceptionally wide grin from Yoongi.

“I can’t argue with that.” He admitted in defeat, pouting like he was the most disappointed person on Earth.

Joohyun couldn’t help but boast a childish smile seeing his little antics because Yoongi wasn’t usually playful around her. He could be with any children in the world but adult Joohyun was always an exception. She hoped there wasn’t anything more to it than the fact that she couldn’t initially control her power. It was true that she didn’t remember their childhood memories because according to Yoongi, once someone doesn’t believe in a Guardian, they lose the memories they have made together. Even if they start believing in them again, the flashbacks will stay hidden in a locked part of their hearts.

However, she hoped that was all why he was acting so cold towards her. Of course, he changed a lot during the weeks they had spent together but they were definitely not the teasing type. They needed time to open up about more serious topics, being childish and cocky around each other was on a whole new level.

“Maybe you’ll feel if something’s wrong with that Guardian detector of yours.” Joohyun snickered even though she was aware of the fact that Guardians didn’t have real detectors, only their guts could tell them if something was wrong.

“Maybe.” Yoongi played along, watching with a gentle smile as Joohyun walked away.

It turned out that going alone wasn’t a good idea after all.

Joohyun couldn’t even make it to the hospital. When she was near the building, so close that she could already saw the silhouette of the white painted wings with giant glass windows towering over the parking lot in front of it, she froze. Her legs became numb and her hands shaky. She felt as she was trapped in a cage, unable to think about a way to escape because she knew there wouldn’t be any. She was trapped in the cage that her soul-crashing anxiety and overwhelming fear established and even though its borders were invisible, she could feel that she would get hurt if she moves.

She stopped dead in her tracks in a nearby alley, her body trembling in fear. As panic rose from the bottom of her heart, so did the constant urges to use her power to make it all stop. She cursed under her breath when she realized she wasn’t wearing her gloves as she had left it at the warehouse and didn’t pick it up when she left. She always remembered to bring it with her, except that day. She was so immersed in that rare smile of Jack Frost’s that she didn’t cast a cautious glance before she stepped out of the rusty old building.

Joohyun felt the waves of her power rushing through her body. It felt similar to being nauseous; when you feel like you could throw up anytime soon, but you don’t exactly know when it’ll happen yet when it does, you are unable to hold it back. She felt her power in every cell of her body, every nerve was filled with its intensity, yet she didn’t know how to make it stop. She was trying her best to follow Yoongi’s instructions and she could keep it under control for the time being.

Truth to be told, she wasn’t afraid of meeting Yerim, she was more afraid of being in the hospital again. When she was taken to the hospital after the incident with Yerim, the adrenaline was keeping her alarmed in a good way. She didn’t have anything else to worry about, it was enough that her little sister was hurt.

On the other hand, now that she was supposed to go back, her mind was preoccupied with the flashbacks of the days she spent in the hospital. When she was informed about her parents’ death, when she was resuscitated, when she came back to life… Joohyun walked down the memory lane again but it wasn’t intentional. The memories came back all at once and she couldn’t stop them from being played in her head like scenes in a movie; one after another, sometimes not in the right order, sometimes seemingly unrelated. She heard her mother’s scream again, she saw the sight of blood on her hands before she lost consciousness, she felt the pain in her fractured ribs. She could feel, see, hear and smell it all.

“Where are you going all alone, little girl?” A raspy voice asked from afar, causing Joohyun to jump in surprise.

When she turned to the owner of the voice, she came in sight with a creepy middle-aged man with a croaked nose and a devilish smile. Something in her guts told her to scamper away as soon as possible but her legs were still numb. She was trying to overcome her panic and keep her power at bay, so the man’s sudden appearance didn’t help at all.

Joohyun didn’t know if she should answer or not. Her tongue felt heavy when she wanted to speak up, her thoughts fuzzy. She didn’t know how she managed to speak but she did, and it might have been the worst thing she could have done.

“Please leave me alone!” She asked as patiently as possible, keeping her voice muffled and low. The man’s lips raised into a rather unpleasant smile.

“What did you say?”

“I said leave me alone!” Joohyun’s voice rose as she found a sudden jolt of confidence rushing through her. Maybe it was thanks to the mental training she had received from Yoongi but she found it easier to talk back to him when she didn’t even think about the consequences.

“I don’t want to go so soon. I just want to play!” The creepy figure wiggled his eyebrows, making her feel actually nauseous. Joohyun wasn’t one to tell someone off but she was already on the edge because of her panicky state, she didn’t want to make it worse. Plus, Yoongi’s words rang in his ears: If you can escape a situation that would make your power go out of control, do it without giving it a second thought.

Joohyun immediately turned on her heel, her fear of the man’s next move greater than the fear the flashbacks created. However, as she started walking towards the end of the alley, the man grabbed her wrist and turned her around. His grip was strong and firm, the kind Joohyun couldn’t break out of because she wasn’t strong enough. She tried to do it nevertheless and when a car honked not too far from them, the man suddenly let go of her hand a bit, probably suspecting that the car was approaching them. She used this tiny bit of time to yank her hand away and when the older male wanted to reach for her again, she kicked him in the balls and started running away.

Even though her move was hurtful enough to make her opponent wither for a few seconds, he didn’t give up, in fact he got angrier than before. As she was running away, trying to look for anyone near them or any store, restaurant, café she could rush into for help, the man grabbed her by the collar this time and turned her to make her face him. Joohyun fidgeted and kicked and screamed for help, trying her best to escape. Her hands were free ,and she wanted to make use of them by pushing the man away. As soon as her hands made contact with his skin, she felt a cold sensation in her fingers and the next thing she knew was that the man in front of her dropped to his knees, a giant icy spot forming where she placed her hands.

“Oh my gosh!” Joohyun whispered as she looked at her hands then back at the man who fell to the ground, clutching his chest like he was suffering from some kind of fatal rash. Then, after some seconds struggling, he didn’t move again. No matter how frightened Joohyun was, she checked his pulse. To her horror, the creepy man stopped breathing.

She killed him.

Joohyun knew no another solution than to run. Run until her lungs would give up and her legs would give out. Run until her tears would dry and her heart would be pacified. Run until she would be herself again.

Having a power can be a curse and a gift at the same time. However, being able to kill someone is worse than a curse. It comes with a life-long fear to live your life as you would like to.

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Prince of Darkness, Part III

My 666-follower giveaway fic for @shine-of-asgard, which I originally intended to be between 1000 and 2000 words, is now more than 7000 words... and I still have one part left. This is even worse than the time my 2500-word giveaway fic for @darklittlestories came out at 5200. Length limits are seriously not my thing.

Part I, Part II

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Thor was beginning to think he might be happy in Midgard. Not yet, of course; not while the news of his father’s death and his mother’s rejection was still so fresh, not while he could still feel the ache in his muscles from straining to lift Mjölnir, in vain. But someday. He would court Jane slowly, as befit a lady of her standing and education. Selvig, who seemed to stand in place of a father for her (he called himself her “advisor,” which seemed odd considering that she held no political power) had given his implicit permission.

So it came as a complete surprise when Lady Darcy called from the front room of the Midgardians’ strange abode, “Thor? There’s someone here for you… she says she’s your mother?”

Thor’s hesitant spark of hope was instantly smothered. What could she be here for, but to let him feel the full measure of her fury and disappointment?

He emerged from the room where he had been reading one of Jane’s texts of Midgardian physics (a wondrously bizarre way of viewing the world) with his head bowed, bracing himself against the onslaught. But when he dared to raise his eyes, Frigga’s expression seemed wrong; it was worry, not anger, that creased her brow and tightened her lips.

“Mother, I did not expect to see you,” he said cautiously.

“Thor, my son,” she said, her voice thick, and rushed forward to embrace him.

“Mother, I don’t understand… I thought you blamed me for Father’s death, had forbidden me to return…”

Frigga drew back with a look of consternation. “Who told you that?”

“Loki. He came here to see me, two days ago now.”

Frigga shook her head frantically, a hand straying toward her mouth. “No, Thor, your father is still alive, though he did succumb to the Odinsleep after putting it off for so long. But Eir and I have had to wake him before his strength was fully restored.”

“What? Why? Why would Loki lie to me? Mother, what has happened at home?”

Frigga closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she answered, and how had Thor not noticed the redness around her eyes? “Loki is… missing. No one has seen him for two days. Which might not be a cause for alarm, except that…”

“…he was King while Father was Sleeping. And Heimdall has seen nothing?”

“Nothing of Loki, no. He has known for some time that Loki can conceal himself when he wishes, but we assumed it was only some foolish love-affair he wanted to keep secret… But what he has seen is even more troubling. Jötunheim is awake again, showing an energy and rebuilding at a pace that can only mean…”

“…the Casket,” Thor filled in. “Where is it?”

“Not in the Vault. We looked, General Tyr and I, and it seemed to be there. But on a hunch, I shielded my hand and tried to touch it, and it vanished. An illusion.”

Thor’s mind insisted there was only one way to put together the information he was receiving, but his heart refused its verdict. “They must have captured Loki, forced him to call off the Destroyer…”

“Oh, Thor…” Frigga’s voice cracked. “You must speak with your father. Call Mjölnir and we shall go at once.”

“Mjölnir? But I could not lift her…”

“Your father has lifted the banishment. This is too important, and we need you.”

Thor raised his hand and reached out for his weapon… and she answered. After a few moments he realized that he needed to go outside so that the hammer would not come crashing through the glass doors.

Having Mjölnir back in his hand comforted him… but the worry he felt for Loki was too sharp and pressing for even her presence to offer much relief. He bade his Midgardian friends a hurried farewell, thanked them for their help and hospitality, promised to come visit them when he could. Then, with Mjölnir’s aid, he and Frigga flew back to the Bifröst site, she called to Heimdall, and in scarcely an instant they were back in the Observatory… in the place where, barely four days ago, his world had fallen apart.

Horses were waiting for them on the bridge. Thor was still wearing the Midgardian clothing Jane had lent him; after fumbling a bit, he tied Mjölnir to the belt loop of his jeans so that he could mount.

The time they spent traveling passed at once too swiftly to recall and too slowly to bear. At last Frigga led him into the chamber where Odin had Slept. He was still reclining in the great golden bed cushioned with furs, drinking some revitalizing potion from a silver goblet at his bedside.

Thor knelt by his father’s bed and took his hand, feeling the dormant strength beneath the fragile papery skin. “I am sorry, Father. Sorry for my defiance, my arrogance… tell me how I can help my brother.”

There was pity in Odin’s gaze when he said, “I don’t need you to help him. I need you to stop him.”

The words chilled Thor to the spine like the wind in Jötunheim. He carefully withdrew his hands from his father’s, stood and backed away a few steps. “I don’t understand.”

“Thor, we should have told you, we should have told you both,” Frigga said; if his mother were not usually so dignified and composed, he might have called it an outburst.

“Should have told me what.” His fear settled like a block of ice in his stomach, radiating cold through all his limbs.

“Loki is not our son by birth,” Odin said, his voice too calm, too neutral. “I found him as a baby in Jötunheim, at the end of the war. He was born too small, so Laufey—his father—left him to die.”

Thor could not believe what he was hearing. “That’s impossible. Loki is not a Frost Giant. He looks no different than any of us…” He stopped. But Loki did look different from everyone in his family; Thor had even teased him about it—the dark hair, the long nose, the lean build—and jokingly called him an Elven changeling.

“He’s a shapeshifter; it’s a rare trait among Jötnar, but not unheard of. He shifted to an Aesir form as soon as I picked him up, sensing a possible provider. And he stayed that way until… something happened during your idiotic excursion to Jötunheim. He went down to the Vault to try holding the Casket; I saw what he was doing and went to stop him, and he confronted me.” Odin’s eye clouded for a moment, as he drifted into troubling memory. “That was when I fell into the Sleep. He was angry, irrational…”

“How could he not be angry?” Thor interjected.

“He would be dead if not for me!” Odin snapped, and lying there in his nightgown wrapped in furs he seemed more like a querulous old man than he ever had before. "But how did he repay me? He stole the Casket and took it right back to Laufey.”

“Laufey is dead,” Frigga put in, her voice brittle. “Heimdall has seen that too. There was some sort of power struggle with his sons…”

“Maybe Loki betrayed that father, too. Better to have the viper in someone else’s nest...”

“Loki isn’t a viper,” Thor said through gritted teeth.

“Blood will out,” Odin said as if he hadn’t heard, his eye burning into Thor’s. “I should have known. The boy was always a liar and a sneak…”

“Odin!” Frigga cried, anguished. “He’s our son!”

“Not anymore.” Odin’s pronouncement carried the weight of a disowning.

“He’s still my brother,” Thor said with quiet vehemence.

“You can believe that all you want, but you’ll still fight him when he comes with a Jötun army to assail Asgard.”

“He won’t,” Thor insisted.

“You think returning their greatest weapon to them will be the end of it? No, Thor; he has chosen a side and it isn’t ours.”

Odin was half right. When the Jötun army came to Agard, Loki wasn’t with them. But it was plain that they had an insider’s knowledge of the palace, the city, the land. They destroyed hidden stores of food so that the city would not be able to withstand a siege; they blockaded the entrances to a secret fortress in the mountains so that the people could not take refuge there and raided caches of weapons so that the populace could not take up arms. To their credit, Thor thought, it seemed that they tried to minimize civilian casualties: the aim was to humiliate Agard’s rulers, not to make enemies of its people.

Odin sent an emissary under a white flag to the camp the Jötnar had established in the mountains, bearing a missive that read, “Odin All-Father demands that you turn over the traitor Loki Laufeyson.” The emissary returned, frightened but unharmed, with a reply, written in large letters on his white flag: “Odin Father of Lies does not seem to be in a position to demand much of anything. The traitor Loki Laufeyson conveys his warmest regards to Frigga All-Mother and invites her to send a message when she wishes to discuss terms of surrender. She has the word of King Helblindi that she shall not come to harm. Jötunheim has no quarrel with Vanaheim, but remembers ancient alliances before the Realms submitted to Asgard’s tyranny.”

Odin was furious; Frigga said nothing. He did not even ask whether she planned to take Loki up on his offer. Thor thought that might be a mistake. Once his parents might have thought and acted as one… but Frigga had been quiet and distant since Odin had disowned Loki. Thor realized that it would not surprise him if she acted on her own contrary to Odin’s wishes—not only as Queen of Asgard, jointly responsible for the Realm’s well-being, but as All-Mother of the Nine Realms and a princess of Vanaheim.

As Thor led skirmishes against the Jötnar, he wondered always if he would encounter Loki: he looked for a shorter, slighter figure among the hulking giants; he half expected at every moment to come face to face with his brother, to confront that face he knew better even than his own… but would it be icy blue, now, the crystal-green eyes turned to red? Would he know his brother in such a guise, by anything else but his stature?

He asked Heimdall at every opportunity for news of Loki. He was no longer concealing himself; he was in Jötunheim, contributing his magical skill to its rebuilding with the aid of the Casket. Meanwhile, the Jötun army laid siege to Asgard, and Thor knew that Asgard could not long hold out. Odin stubbornly insisted that he would not yield; Frigga grew ever more quiet and distant. Thor wondered how long it would be before she accepted the invitation to negotiate a surrender.

Four months after the invasion of Asgard, the stalemate was disrupted when Heimdall brought news to the royal family: a Jötun force had invaded the northern reaches of Midgard, near the site of their incursion more than a thousand years before. Loki was at its head.

“I must go,” Thor told his parents, and neither of them disputed it.

He assembled a cadre of his most trusted warriors: Hogun, Volstagg, Fandral, and the Lady Sif, along with a handful of the Einherjar he knew best. He asked Heimdall to locate an Agent Philip, son of Coul, who might be able to rally Midgard’s own forces to her defense; Heimdall told him that Coulson and a contingent of Midgardian warriors were already in the region where Loki and his soldiers had arrived.

So Heimdall sent Thor and his chosen companions to the far north of Midgard. In many ways, Thor thought, it was like the desert where he had first landed: barren of vegetation as far as he could see, with only the stark beauty of mountain crags rising from the empty expanse, the harsh dry air cut through by winds that roared and shrieked like berserkers that scented blood.

The Jötnar were at the edge of the land, where the ice met the sea. Coulson was there with his Midgardian agents, clad in their strange black cloth armor over the bulky layers that protected them from the cold. Two strange warriors were with them, one in a suit of red and gold metal armor that wholly enclosed his body, another in lighter red and blue armor with a silver star on his chest and on his blue-and-red shield.

“Nice to see you again, Dr. Blake… or is it Thor?” Coulson greeted him.

Thor skipped over the pleasantries. “We are here to aid you in defeating the Frost Giants. Tell us what we must do.”

“I think you might have come to the wrong party,” said a muffled voice from the red and gold armor.

“I don’t understand.”

“Thor, allow me to present Mr. Tony Stark,” Coulson said, gesturing to the man in the metal armor. “And Captain Steven Rogers.” The blue-and-red warrior nodded. “And your friends are…?”

“Lady Sif and the Warriors Three: Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you all, but it’s actually looking like defeating won’t be necessary,” Coulson explained with his usual understated equanimity. “Director Fury is waiting for confirmation from the World Security Council and the UN, but it appears we’re going to be able to come to an arrangement.”

“An arrangement with those—” Monsters, he had been about to say. But Loki was one of them; he always had been. “With those invaders?” he finished lamely.

“They describe themselves as immigrants seeking a better life,” said the warrior with the shield, Captain Rogers. His voice was stern, almost accusing.

“Is that what they are?” Volstagg scoffed, and Fandral laughed. Thor held up a hand to silence them.

“They said their homeworld was devastated by war a thousand years ago and deprived of the resources to rebuild. By your world, interestingly enough,” Coulson added mildly. “They’re just now starting to restore their own planet, but it will take some time for their society and economy to recover. Some of them think they’d fare better here.”

“And so they might,” Thor acknowledged. “But what of the Midgardians… the humans who live here now?”

Stark made an exaggerated show of looking around, swiveling his helmeted head while its expression remained frozen. “Are there some I didn’t know about?”

“Not right here,” Sif interjected impatiently. “In your Realm.”

“The government of Norway seems quite amenable to the arrangement,” Coulson said. “As are the governments of Greenland and Denmark. They’ll have to put it to a vote in their respective parliaments, of course, and maybe even a referendum, but a military response doesn’t seem to be on the horizon.”

“What is the nature of this ‘arrangement’?” Hogun asked, matching Coulson’s imperturbable neutrality.

“As you may be aware, Earth’s climate has been dangerously warming due to unfortunate energy-capture practices…”

“That’s a really euphemistic way of saying ‘human stupidity,’” Stark put in.

“…and the Jötnar have offered us a way to protect the Earth from some of the effects of that warming. Or maybe even reverse it entirely.”

“They want to settle on the glaciers and ice sheets of the Arctic and Antarctic,” Captain Rogers explained, seeming annoyed by Coulson’s vagueness. “No one lives there anyway.”

“That is blatant penguin erasure,” said Stark, puzzlingly.

“Don’t forget polar bears,” Coulson added, deadpan as ever.

“No people live on the glaciers and ice sheets. They’ve assured us that they have only peaceful intentions toward the surrounding populations. They’ll trade, of course, but respect human territorial sovereignty.”

The Asgardians exchanged skeptical glances; Volstagg even snorted aloud, and Thor glared at him.

“And in return they’ll use their magic Casket prevent the ice from melting,” Rogers finished, with a glare of his own.

“It’s not magic, it’s energy transfer,” Stark muttered.

“It’s really a win-win solution for everyone,” Coulson said. “They’ll get an environment that works for them, protect the local ecosystems, and stop sea level rise. Hunting and fishing rights will have to be worked out, but in light of the benefits…”

“I must warn you that the promises of Jötnar cannot be trusted,” Thor said.

“Funny, that’s exactly what they said about you Asgardians,” Coulson replied, neutral as ever.

Sif growled low in her throat; Thor wasn’t sure it was voluntary. “Was there a man among them who was smaller than the rest—about my height?”

“Yes, the one who spoke to us on their behalf was just the size of a tall human. The others seemed not to speak any human languages. I wondered if they choose their ambassadors to avoid intimidating the locals.”

“No,” Thor said sharply. “He is the only one of his size, or one of very few; the Jötnar kill the rest at birth. He grew up in Asgard, so he is the only one who has knowledge of the All-Tongue. That is why he was their spokesman.”

“That and the ‘silver tongue,’” Fandral contributed. “He can be very persuasive.”

“You seem to know this guy pretty well,” said Rogers, sounding suspicious.

“He was raised as my brother.” A knot seemed to form in Thor’s throat even as he said it, and he half-choked on the last word.

“Wow, this is some real George R. R. Martin shit,” Stark commented. He muttered something to himself; Thor thought he made out the word “fucking,” but he couldn’t be sure. Coulson gave Stark a reproving look.

“If you have a way to send him a message… would you tell him that his brother wishes to speak with him? That I have no desire to fight him, only to talk.”

“Of course, we can do that,” Coulson replied graciously.

“And I thought I’d been to some awkward family reunions,” said Stark.

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Note: Yeah, I thought the conversation between Thor and Loki deserved its own part. I hope it won’t get too much longer...

#my fanfiction #loki fanfiction #thor and loki fanfiction #thor fanfiction #thor #loki #canon-divergent au #loki and laufey #odin's a+ parenting #odin #frigga #laufey

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elains · 6 years

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oc’s asks who??? ✨ Tell us about Ragnar & Aleksei (easy mode for now 👀)

SHDHYSHSYSYSYAT MY BOYS!!

Answer under the cut because otherwise it’d get too big ♥

• ALEKSEI

Full Name:Aleksei Konstantin Mihlsartt das Voynartion. Aleksei and Konstantin are bothtraditional names from Loriath; Konstantin in particular pays homage to afamous ancestor, Konstantin the Wolf. Mihlsartt and das Voynartion are hisfamily names, the former being his mother’s and the later his father’s.

Gender and Sexuality:Male, Heterosexual.

Pronouns:He/Him.

Ethnicity/Species:Caucasian, with some Elven Blood on his mother’s side and a distant trace of divineblood on his father’s.

Birthplaceand Birthdate: 12th March in the City of Harnov, the Kingdom ofLoriath’s ancient capital.

GuiltyPleasures: Aleksei enjoys reading poetry. A lot. He could quotemany an author on the spot.

Phobias:Not really terrified or afraid of anything. Aleksei was trained to be an elitewarrior from his childhood, and things that would frighten most people arenothing special to him. He may have a bit of a problem with traps since they werethe bane of his trainings.

What TheyWould Be Famous For: The guy who fell in love with a girlfrom a rival family and who was willing to put an age old feud to rest just soshe could be happy. If putting a (hopefully not temporary) end to the intenseanimosity between the das Voynartion and the Aelroth isn’t enough, then his ownnatural talent as one of the most promising warriors of Loriath’s newgeneration and the Crown Prince’s best friend.

What TheyWould Get Arrested For: Fighting in a bar due to an argumentGavriel started and then conveniently stepped aside, because his best friendcan’t fight hand to hand to hand to save his life, and under Lord Nikolai’sorders for placing a spell on his daughter (Which is just him being a desperatefather).

OC You ShipThem With: ALETHEA AELROTH. They’re probably my favourite ship!He fell in love with her when they were young, but due to the bad blood betweentheir families, he couldn’t just talk to her, couldn’t be her friend.Fascinated as he was, Aleksei deliberately annoyed and teased her just to havean excuse to talk to Thea, to have her attention on him. Seduction was toocheap a way to conquer Alethea, she deserved better, and even if he stopped theteasing when he realised the hopelessness of his situation, Aleksei neverstopped loving her. He’s stumped that she eventually fell in love with him too,and still doesn’t quite believe it. Alek is surprised that his family reactedand adapted much better than he ever expected to the “The Heir is in love withan Aelroth” ordeal.

OC MostLikely To Murder Them: Nikolai and Cygnus Aelroth, thefather and brother of Alethea. He’d already be in danger if he were anyoneelse, but as the heir to the das Voynartion, his predicament is even worse.Truth be told, Aleksei is more scared of Callidora’s wrath than anyone else’s.

FavoriteMovie/Book Genre: He doesn’t really have a favouritegenre, being able to enjoy the worst horror and the fluffiest romances. If I’dto say anything, I’d say the epic adventures across fantastical lands and worlds.

LeastFavorite Movie/Book Cliche: Doesn’t like the portrayal of therich and popular, mostly because Aleksei is one of them and knows that peopleare much more complex than what the books and movies show. Well, sure, thereare some people who are rotten, but it hits a bit close to home and his ownfriends. He also detests the hero who gets strong and talented quickly. No,even with natural talent it takes years of practice to get to that level ofskill. He would know.

Talentsand/or Powers: Alek is a warrior trained from childhood, whichwas absolutely expected of the heir of the das Voynartion, but he was lucky (orunlucky) to have a mother whose family also subscribed to the “Training fromHell” philosophy. As such, he’s deadly with almost any weapon in hand, andaided by his Super-velocity is credible threat. His black hair also marks arare power in his bloodline: Fear. Alek can induce fear in people or take itaway, as well as construct images straight from nightmares.

Why SomeoneMight Love Them: He’s one of the goods ones, not a VirtuousCinnamon Roll by any means, but a young man whose heart is in the right place.Aleksei is charismatic, easy going and loyal, someone who will be there for his friends ifthey need him and call them out if they do something wrong— though he’d neverrat them out. He’s courteous and polite when in conversation and would rathernot get into pointless fights. Alek has a good sense of humour and laughseasily and truly.

Why SomeoneMight Hate Them: Aleksei is cocky and, more often than not,manipulative, knowing the effect his good looks and title have on people andusing it to his advantage. He is ruthless and underhanded when feelingthreatened, which can lead to rather unfortunate mistakes andmisunderstandings. While not one of the meanest ones, Alek doesn’t intervenes either,unless he thinks it’s too much for himself. And since connections wouldguarantee him and his friends free passes out of almost any situation, peopledo have reason to dislike and even hate him.

How TheyChange: Much of it is due to Aleteha’s influence, his desireto do right by her. Aleksei stops trying to be manipulative when he doesn’treally need to be, and to stand up even against what he deep down knows iswrong, or at least not the way it should be.

Why You LoveThem: Aleksei charmed me from the very beginning because Ican imagine him, with all his flaws and qualities, his loyalty to his bestfriend and because his willingness to bury centuries of bad blood for a girlhe’s loved since forever.

• RAGNAR

Full Name:Ragnar Gawain Verselien Nightmare Artwaltz. Ragnar is a common name within hismother’s family, as well as a reminder of their home on Earth. Verselien andArtwaltz are his mother Lyzz’s family names, and Nightmare his father’s.

Gender andSexuality: Male, Bisexual.

Pronouns:He/Him.

Ethnicity/Species:Nordic.

Birthplaceand Birthdate: 30th August, the City of Castra Aersa, theKingdom of Ekalyon.

GuiltyPleasures: Playing with his sister’s cats when she’s notaround.

Phobias:Ever since she stabbed his hand many years ago, Ragnar is terrified of his elder sister Yevgeniya. He took her threat to killhim if he tried to mess with her again quite seriously.

What TheyWould Be Famous For: Pulling a big prank on some fancy,important party (Perhaps a Royal Ball, should Toire allow it), thus causing alot of chaos in the process.

What TheyWould Get Arrested For: Blowing something up he shouldn’thave or accidentally harming people with his actions.

OC You ShipThem With: Blair Larrystein. Ragnar doesn’t care for what peoplebelieve she’s missing, to him Blair is perfect the way she is. He is jealous ofher, and this being Blair, she loves to provoke him. They’ve such a fun butlovely dynamic!

OC MostLikely To Murder Them: Yevgeniya Artwaltz, his oldersister, for messing with her and her stuff. Yeva has no patience whatsoever forRagnar’s pranks and schemes and doesn’t appreciate when they’re aimed at her.She’s violent, Ragnar knows it and decided he doesn’t want to try his luck.

FavoriteMovie/Book Genre: Horror! Delights himself inpredicting what and when and how things will go wrong, finding the despairingsituations the characters are in quite funny and wild.

LeastFavorite Movie/Book Cliche: The Pure Incorruptible Hero, or anyhero who is firmly on the white side of morality, or the lawful. BORING.

Talentsand/or Powers: Like most members of the House of Artwaltz,Ragnar has the Umbrakinesis power, being able to control shadows as he wishes.He also has a familiar like his father, a gargoyle named Czernobog, whoseagility, endurance and wildfire breath makes it a good ally to have in thefield.

Why SomeoneMight Love Them: Ragnar is intelligent and creative, being ableto come up with new ideas and ways out of a situation easily. He’s witty and funny,able to lighten any mood if he so wishes. Mysterious and adventurous, but overallnice to any person.

Why SomeoneMight Hate Them: … However, most of the time Ragnar wants tospread chaos and mayhem and have a good laugh. He lives for it, and nicenessmay just be a means to an end. He’s not particularly careful, or thinks aboutthe repercussions of his actions, how they’ll hurt whomever he targets. He’smore interested in discovering if he can achieve whatever he set out to do andget away with it. Ragnar isn’t really sorry for using people to a certain goal,since he thinks he’s doing nothing bad, nor does he rarely intend to screw themover later.

How TheyChange: There’s more to life than pranks, and if he trulywishes to be someone who can stand by Blair’s side and aid Victoire, there arethings which needs to change. Ragnar learns what is the meaning responsibilityand of consequences, and how his “innocent” pranks can cause people harm.

Why You LoveThem: My Dark Marauder! Honestly, Ragnar is such a funcharacter, one of the few of mine whose Chaotic alignment shines through AND ILOVE IT. He’s loyal like a dog, perhaps a bit insane and at the same timeclever, and I love him.

#seriously I love my boys #answered #scraphim #c:Ragnar Artwaltz #c:Aleksei das voynartion

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I am in Complete Control

TITLE: I am in Complete Control (Rise For Your King Part 17) PAIRING: Reader/AU King!Castiel SUMMARY: The reader was betrothed to the prince but when a neighboring king decides to dole out justice to your future father in low, he destroys the royal family, leaving you with the two youngest princesses. The mage king takes an immediate liking to you, letting you live. What will you do with this opportunity? WORDS: 2,351 WARNINGS: Angst, Violence

Part 16 || Part 18 || Masterpost || Fanfic masterpost

“Why am I in here?”

You had woken in yours and Castiel’s chambers, unable to remember how you had come to be sleeping in the bed. Castiel had been sitting in a chair by the fire, reading, looking as if he was keeping an eye on you. As soon as you had begun stirring, he had placed his book in his lap, waiting for you to speak first.

“You really don’t remember?”

Sitting up straight, you answered, “No.”

He placed the book on the table next to his chair and pushed himself into a standing position. Walking towards the bed, he asked you seriously, “Have you ever slept walked?”

The question startled you for some reason. “N-n-n-o,” you stammered, rubbing at your eyes. “Why?”

“Because you did last night.”

Your eyes widened at this, “What? Where?”

“Out into the gardens.”

You blushed scarlet, thinking of being outside in your gown. For some reason, this part of it you vaguely remembered. Castiel’s hands on you, keeping you warm as you walked around the garden. It seemed like a dream though. “You found me?”

“Eventually.”

“What do you mean eventually?”

“The guards found you first. I found them and I was led to you.”

This caused you to internally groan. That did not sound good. “I made a ruckus?”

Castiel answered simply, “You were not loud. Unless someone touched you that is. You yelled until I was able to wake you. But, before that? No. You did not make a ruckus.”

You immediately burst into tears, hearing this. You don’t know what came over you but everything seemed to hit you at once. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you cried, “Everything is going wrong!”

His arms were around you instantly and you didn’t push him away. “I am going to fix it.”

“I… I can’t. You keep making me promises and I keep messing up!”

Castiel forced you to look at him, “This isn’t your fault. There was… something with you.”

You hiccupped, wiping at your tears angrily, “What do you mean?”

“You weren’t yourself. It was… an assisted kind of sleep walking if you understand.”

“I don’t.”

There were a few moments of silence before Castiel revealed, “I think it was Mowg.”

You blood ran cold, your tears stopping. “How?”

“He calls to inflamers. It’s how he collects them sometimes. It’s a crude process – as you can see because it didn’t work with you – but it can be successful.”

The thought of him controlling you in your sleep scared you more than anything. “How did he call?” Your voice was small.

“Usually through a spell that you – an inflamer specifically – would respond to.”

“How are you so calm about all of this?”

“I’m not. I was up all night. I stationed guards at your door and a chambermaid in the room with you while I worked.”

Furrowing your brow, you questioned, “Worked on what?”

You were surprised he was sharing this much with you. It was melting some of the ice you had put up against him.

“Blocking him from calling to you again.”

“How?”

“Sigils.”

“They’ll protect me?” You were skeptical.

“I overkilled it,” he told you in response.

You chewed on this information, trying to process all of it. It was a lot to take in so early in the morning. “So, he… Mowg… knows I’m here?”

This was the first time that you noticed an uncomfortable wave pass over Castiel’s expression. “I’m sure he has an idea. But, he can also call inflamers for miles. It might not have been focused solely on a certain area. Just in general.”

“That means he’s close?”

“It can.” He noticed the sinking look on your face and he reached out, cupping your chin. “I won’t let him take you. I wouldn’t let Magnus kill you and I wouldn’t let those men take you in the square. And I did not let him take you last night. You mean too much to me. It is not going to happen. I assure you, Y/N.”

Words sounded nice but they were small comfort after knowing how close you were to leaving the castle grounds and falling under this vile creature’s thumb.

Your throat was dry when you said, “I didn’t mean it when I said I hoped he found me instead of you.”

Castiel’s shoulders fell a little bit and he sat down on the side of the bed, looking you in the eyes. “I deserved to hear that. But, I knew you didn’t mean it, Y/N. You do not have to apologize for it.” You fell silent and he stroked your hand, gently calming you. “Do you still want to sleep alone?”

“No.”

Castiel’s expression didn’t falter and you marveled at how well he was able to keep in his emotions at times.

Leaning down, he gave you a light kiss on your lips, pulling away slowly. You felt an urge to follow him, demand more from him and kiss him deeply. But, you forced yourself to be still.

He gave you a small smile, “I will have the maids bring your breakfast in here if you would like. It is late and everyone else has eaten already. Or if you would prefer it, I will have them set the table again.”

You shook your head, “In here is fine.”

“I’ll have it sent up.”

“Where are you going?” you questioned as he turned towards the door.

Castiel stopped and said, “I am getting information. To protect us.” He paused before adding, “It may take awhile. So, please, don’t hole yourself up in here waiting. You should mingle. But, stay inside.”

Curiously, you asked, “When am I allowed to go out?”

His voice was firm, “When I’m with you.” You studied him for a moment before nodding. “I will be back later, Y/N. Please stay inside.”

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“Your friend is dead,” Castiel announced, walking into the cell. There was blood on his outfit, his shoes, staining his hands. He didn’t have to make it messy but for dramatic effect, as well as self-satisfaction, he had made it so.

Dean and Balthazar waited outside the cell, ready to jump to attention if need be.

The man, Borg, was sitting in the middle of the cell, tied to a chair. He was no mage, only an ordinary man. One that was easily corrupted and would follow anyone for a price. And Mowg had quite an extraordinary way of paying his men, most likely in land conquered and large sums of money. They were all the same and Borg was one that had followed Mowg until the end. And obviously had been one of the first to return to his feet and serve. He had a lot to gain from Mowg returning to his full power.

Borg’s smile was boarding on a toothless one – a change since Castiel had last seen him and he fleetingly pondered what happened. More than likely malnutrition. “I wouldn’t expect any less from you. Your reputation proceeds you, molotok.”

Castiel had to smirk at this as he pulled up a stool and sat in front of Borg. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs, staring sternly at the man. He had to give Borg some credit for not having soiled himself yet hearing his friend scream down the hall. And then having seen the state of Castiel’s appearance. He was either insane, ready to die, or a mixture of both.

“I’m glad to know I have a reputation.”

It was Borg’s turn to be amused, giving a light chuckle. Leaning back in the chair, he commented, “So, you’ve settled down again, I see. Do you feel unfulfilled? Playing house, pretending to be benevolent?”

Castiel was watching him with a straight smile on his face, no amusement.

Borg leaned forward, “Or perhaps you are falling into a familiar pattern of falling for your whores?”

Castiel’s voice was sharp, “Watch your tongue.”

This was all the confirmation that Borg needed. “So, that’s a yes.” The only response he got was a clench in Castiel’s jaw and a slight squeeze in one of his fists. “When Magnus disappeared, I assumed something was going on. I reported it to him.” Borg’s eyes flashed with excitement as he simpered, “He wants her.”

“How do you know it’s a her?”

Borg chortled, “You wouldn’t let one stray far from you if they were as strong as Magnus said. And what safer place than in your bed? And what a smart move. Inflamers being in tandem, especially guided by that glorious warmth in between their thighs, with you makes them so much more agreeable to share their gift, does it not?”

Castiel’s hand shot out, grabbing one of Borg’s hands, and bent back his fingers at an unnatural angle, the crack resonating through the room. Borg’s screams echoed off the walls. Castiel thrust his hand back, drawing another loud yelp from the man.

He settled back letting the man cry about his broken fingers, watching him solemnly. It was a small punishment compared to what Castiel wished to do. Speaking lewdly or ill of Y/N was a surefire way to get him heated and retaliate immediately.

After a few moments, Borg’s cries subsided, he sat there, his head hanging low.

“How close is he?” Castiel demanded, breaking the silence between the two of them.

“Like I’m going to tell you,” Borg mumbled.

It wasn’t as if Castiel needed this information, he had already tortured it out of the other man before he had killed him. He just wanted to see if Borg would crack for his master.

“I would rethink that.”

Borg raised his head and looked Castiel dead in his eyes, “Fuck. Off.”

The corner of Castiel’s mouth pulled up before he revealed a dagger and drove it into Borg’s leg, drawing a new round of screams from him. Castiel couldn’t describe how satisfying it felt to turn the blade, twisting it in the wound, Borg almost pleading with him.

He did not register the uncomfortable clearing of throat behind him coming from Balthazar.

“I’m going to ask you again,” Castiel started. “How far away is he?”

Borg spat through gritted teeth, “He’ll get to you before you figure out he is there!”

He bellowed as Castiel ripped the dagger out of his leg. “You’re not answering my question, mortal.”

“And I won’t, you snake!”

“You call me a snake when you follow the serpent himself?” Castiel growled, his eyes flashing.

Castiel dug his finger into the wound and Borg screamed, tears finally falling. His cries were choked out, his breath short as he tried to see through the pain. It did not make a difference for him when Castiel removed his finger, wiping the blood on his pant leg.

Balthazar and Dean were watching Castiel wearily. At first he had held back with his torturing with the other man but with this man, someone he seemed to know, he was having no problem falling back into something that resembled a Castiel they had hoped was buried. Apparently, he had not been buried far enough to keep him at bay when it came to Y/N and her safety.

They still went ignored by Castiel, him raising his hand, a small, gold flame conjuring above it. His eyes flashed with the color of his magic, his eyes trained on Borg. This was far from over.

The man blinked rapidly, trying to focus his eye sight. All of a sudden, he started breathing heavily, his eyes darting around the room, the pain in his leg and hand forgotten. He struggled against his bounds, trying to escape them and whatever Castiel was hexing him to see.

He begged to no one, unable to see Castiel, but still able to feel his presence, “Please, please! Let me go! Don’t let them get me!”

Dean shifted uncomfortably outside the cell, his eyes trained on Castiel who was watching Borg with an aloof expression.

Borg continued to plead, asking for relief from his hell. His pleas went unanswered as Castiel stood up from the chair, lazily flicking away some of the magic, letting it float suspended in the air in the cell.

Castiel had a small, cold smirk on his face as he turned away from Borg, facing Dean and Balthazar. They had both seen him covered in blood before but it had been a long time since they had seen the blood staining their King come from someone he had tortured like this. And especially from torturing someone mentally like he was doing. They didn’t like that he looked satisfied, striding out of the cell and slamming the door behind him, allowing the man to continue to suffer in his delirium.

“Just kill him,” Balthazar said exasperated, unable to handle it anymore.

Castiel turned his gaze to him and narrowed his eyes. “He not only tried to kill me, he tried to kill Y/N and the small princesses. Do you not remember that? He works for Mowg!”

“This is coming too easy to you is what I’m saying.”

Castiel’s voice was cool, “I am in complete control.” Balthazar said nothing to this and Castiel peered down his nose at him. “It’s for the greater good, Balthazar. Everyone will be protected.”

“You always told yourself that.”

Cocking his head to the side, Castiel glared daggers through his right hand man, who did not back down. Balthazar was bothered, Castiel could see. But as usual, his character flaw of pride overrode the thought to back down and heed Balthazar’s warning. “When I want your opinion on my actions, Balthazar, I will ask for it. Otherwise, stay out of my way.”

With that, he turned, moving down the hall away from them.

“Well, can you at least put him out of his misery?” Dean called after him, desperately.

Castiel did not answer, ascending the stairs. Balthazar and Dean exchanged worried looks before both startled at the sound of Borg’s neck breaking, Castiel’s magic disappearing from the air around him. His head fell backwards, no longer supported by a strong spine.

~~~

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