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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Did you get a request? It's headcanons of dating Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb and Fjord. Thanks!

Love me some Crit Role prompts, hope you like 'em!

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Molly is chaos incarnate regardless of whether you are in a relationship with him or not. Your life with the Nein is never dull anyway, but especially not when Molly's around.

Molly, however, is also incredibly smart for essentially being two years old. He's perceptive and picks up things about people very quickly. He is also adept at using that knowledge for his own benefit. All this to say, he picks up on your crush on him very quickly.

And uses this knowledge for evil...

...constantly.

Molly flirts with you every chance he gets with every possible idea he can think of just to see what kind of reaction he can get. He's incorrigible, but you blush all the same.

Don't worry! He also finds a nice time to chat with you when the two of you are on watch and lets you know that he has become just as fond of you. He, "just likes teasin' you, love."

Will find every opportunity to make you laugh or smile and is your biggest supporter and defender on and off the battlefield.

He's your circus man. He loves you fiercely, loudly, and sweetly as the world allows him for as a long as he can.

Essek Thelyss

Essek is a very difficult man to get to know. But, it has been scientifically proven that he can be worn down. Just keep at it.

Once you find something to bond over, Essek can be very sweet. He, despite any attempts he makes to instruct others that he does not, has a very big heart and cares an awful lot about the people he allows to really see him.

If you have a problem he will do whatever he can, within his abilities and around his busy schedule, to help you.

He is very hard on himself and in some instances probably should be to a degree, but you have to be there to stop him and that brilliant but treacherous brain of his from hurting his poor heart and soul.

Watch out for him please. He's battling a lot.

A relationship with Essek would be a sweet and loving one but it would also be fraught with the dangers of the lines he walks on a daily basis. The good news is, the love the two of you share is more than enough to whether it.

Caleb Widogast

Caleb, like Essek, cares very deeply for those around him. But, unfortunately also like Essek, also suffers through a lot of mental and emotional torment of his own making.

He's gotten better being with you and the Nein but you can tell that he still struggles. The kind of things he's been through are not things you can simply forget. He may need your help in the mental fight against his demons every once and a while.

Caleb would need a lot of coaxing to get him to really open up to you about his feelings for you (I mean we all saw how he got around Jester sometimes). You might have to be the one to make the first move because he will likely have plans to keep that secret to himself until the end of time.

I feel like Caleb would oddly be really good at taking care of you? Like reminding you to get the proper amount fo sleep (after all, he knows exaclty how many hours you've been awake for), and eating the proper amount as well as taking breaks. But, at the same time, he is awful at doing that for himself. Watch this one, make sure he doesn't fall asleep with his head in a spell book.

I also imagine that Caleb, once you get to a certain point of comfort in the relationship, is as cuddly as his cat. Imagine that after a particularly long day, he just flops on top of you, absolutely exhausted, curling in to you. Probably mumbling things in Zemnian that makes absolutely no sense regardless of whether you speak the language or not. He's very tired, just hold him and let him sleep.

Caleb is a very attentive person and he remembers literally everything. He constantly mazes you by the things he remembers about you and your relationship. He loves you and that love comes through in the detail he puts into every magical creation that you are included in.

Fjord Stone

Fjord, Wildmother love him, constantly finds himself in ridiculous situations. You, as much as you love him, have to find the humor in it. You are always there to help him out, but you almost have to laugh at him sometimes.

Regardless of his occasional fumbling, Fjord is very attentive and romantic.

He finds his own ways to fluster you, finding moments to be almost comedically romantic like someone out of Jester’s novels.

He, being a Paladin, and a new one at that, most likely feels a need to protect or like he has to prove he can protect you. He knows you are fully capable of defending and protecting yourself and he never wants to step on your toes in that field (he, like everyone else mentioned, is a respectful boi) but he loves you and sometimes assumes that he needs to prove that he is worthy of loving you, prove that he can keep you safe, prove that he himself is safe for you to be around.

He knows how to make you smile in the simplest of ways. Whether it be a flower left for you, a kind word, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, Fjord somehow always manages to know when you need something sweet like that.

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a-menagerie · 1 year

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45 and Caleb or Fjord perhaps? Whichever strikes inspiration, you decide 😊

Why not both? 😘

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

Fjord

I think out of the two, Fjord would have the easier time falling asleep without you

And by that I mean, he’s going to work himself to the bone during the day so that he just passes out at night, not time to miss you if he’s already snoozing

If it’s only a night or two that you’ll be gone, he’ll do okay. Longer than that and he gets unsettled

He sleeps like a log the night you come home. Also, you’re trapped in bed as long as he is. Fjord may be not be the strongest, but he’s got you in a vice grip cuddle

Caleb

Caleb on the other hand is much more likely to let your absence affect his sleep schedule

I feel like Caleb already struggles to sleep well but would’ve been sleeping better with you by his side. So to have you gone for however long, he’s back to that not-quite-good sleep

He’d probably sleep in a lot of places that aren’t y’all’s bed tbh. At his desk, in his office at school, or maybe he’d even take your absence as excuse to go visit one of the other members of the Mighty Nein

When you return, Caleb just wants you to be the big spoon and hold him a little while

#fjord stone x reader #fjord x reader #caleb widogast x reader #caleb x reader #critical role x reader

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brenbrennn · 2 years

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ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚

Ask: Could you write headcannons for dating Caleb, Essek, Mollymauk, and Fjord? Authors Note : Yay my first critical role request!! , I can totally get that for you. Recently my writing motivation hasn't been the best so sorry that this took so long. I hope you enjoy it. (✿◠ᴗ◠) Warnings: Some cannon mix-ups on Esseks sections. Mainly because I haven't caught up to his whole introduction and so on. I tried to stay as canon as possible.Maybe (?) some spelling mistakes as well. °•. ✿ .•° You stumble upon a cushiony pink office chair. The back was shaped in a heart form, while cutouts of cartoonish hearts varying in size adorned the seat, behind it. Glancing around, you were gratefully confused by this random furniture piece you just encountered upon. As you look behind yourself, there's a-me. Before you can speak, I nudge you down into the chair. Hitting it with an off, you couldnt even realize when the articles of clothing you were wearing before poofed into something more festive with the spirit of love. “What even is this?”, you replied with slight confusion and panic in your tone. Trying to get up didnt seem to work as you were stuck to the chair. “Oh nothing, just wanted to make this a little special~!” That was all you heard, the response came off as very giddy and ready for what cute was going to come for you. Before you could even give in your thoughts, the office chair began to spin out. Your surroundings flipped as you started going down a tunnel, a sign sat crooked on top of it saying “ ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚ “ Last things you saw were that figure waving at you, a menacing laugh erupting the room. It bounced around the tunnel as you started to plummet down it, seemingly still harnessed to the chair. “I did not sign up for this!” After those words came out of your mouth from instinct, everything in your sight formed into white. °•. ✿ .•° ╔═.✵.══════════╗ Fjord ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧You and Fjord had this certain dynamic. It would always swap places, you were the one to dive in and he’d be the one to always reply with “NO DONT!” You two were always caring towards each other and supported one another through certain dilemmas, this all was totally platonic. Unless…? *maniacal giggle* ⪧ Be ready for that awkward fog to hang over you when feelings are acknowledged with this seaman! Haha, get it.. ⪧No serious, I imagine the confession very much comes to a later date. With how Fjord is, it is very much a slow burn type of situation. ⪧Though, everyone before thought something WAS going on. That suspicion did defiantly grow into a whole mutual agreement (you guys having major interests for each other) , that you and Fjord were not in on. ⪧After words are shared and you and Fjord finally opened up about it, be ready for the seas of affection. °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧Whenever there are restless nights, he’ll gently poke you awake and talk about what's brewing in his mind. If it's some random memory or a nightmare you’ll listen through it. ⪧Normally there have to be some buttons pushed to get him red in the face, but when he is it's a fucking show. It's so amusing to see him put his head in his hands when he gets the slightest flustered. Even as time passes, it still makes him weak in the knees whenever you call him a nickname laced with pure love. HE IS SUCH a dorky gentleman, your dork of a gentleman may I add. ⪧Will right away in any face of danger, or when you backed into a corner come in to get the upper hand and get you out of there. He loves you with every fiber in his body and will always be at your side. He’s not overbearingly protective but he still is. If someone seems to be giving you any cruel remarks or giving you trouble, he will right away flash his sword to show he means business ⪧At first, it was hard for him to explain why he was so quick to fall for you. He loves you, but that hit him all like falling debris once it got through to him. Truly though, he just loves you for you being yourself. How you’re so out there and ready to defend the ones you love. I mean that's a given but, it had drawn him so much to you. In his murky water view, you were that beacon of hope to help him through his trials. You are the wind to his sails, even with that sounding so cheesy.. his other half to say the least <3 ╔═.✵.══════════╗ Essek Thelyess ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧ Your first encounter with Essek.. OH HUBBA HUBBA! I mean, a striking wizard drow who is a studier of dunamancy. The warmness in your cheeks did definitely pitch up when making your first looks. ⪧Though if we are talking about how that was all like, he fell right after and even harder. How accepting you were, and even after the reveal you gave him a little bit of trust. You had genuine hope for him, and that pulled him right in. Especially with the tagging along of you after Caleb brought up requesting to be taught dunamancy spells by Essek. It seemed so interesting you HAD to learn more. ⪧He didnt realize it for a while but his glances would just suddenly turn longer, admiring how you were such a beauty. How your eyes would shimmer in the moonlight. Even how they would burst with a vibrant feel in the sun. How so trustworthy you were, even towards him. You always saw the good in people and were ready to welcome him with open arms once trust was regained. With welcoming arms. Oh god… he was far down the rabbit hole at this point °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧He will love you every second of your life. Especially if you’re not one to live as long as him. He will make sure to have every moment with you as tender and loving as possible. ⪧Whenever I think of a relationship with him, I think of Like Real People Do (the song.) He's so gentle and warm, always caring. Though he will get on you for your bullshit, he loves you for it. You’ll definitely bring that back around to him. ⪧Whatever tinkering with the gods was done supposedly, he is happy to have met you. You are like an old married couple as time goes on, I’m not joking. He’s ever so grateful that he was paired with you, he’s so graced to have been in a relationship with you. No matter the time it's spent. You both care for each other so much through and through. ╔═.✵.══════════╗ Mollymauk Tealeaf ╚══════════.✵.═╝ . ⪧Okay so, let's say you guys met once Mollymauk started to build himself up and found his name (figuratively and literally.) OOO OOO OOO, he got on your nerves. Mainly because of his whole aura so to speak. Charming, a trickster, AND the embodiment of a peacock?! You didnt know if your flustered attitude were from annoyance or genuine feelings. ⪧Time starts to pass and with that passage becomes a sort of playful rivalry. You started to loosen up around him. You would normally tag along with him whenever ripping off people in the towns the circus would hit. Seeing his little mischievous grin whenever the conning goes right, it's so much fun. Through the time you both made together, that feeling of unease melted away. He opened up your barriers and you got to see him in his true self. Or what that was coming to be. ⪧Some little flirting was sprinkled in here and there but other than that, nothing ever really grew from that until one night while on watch. ⪧The little fire roared, still kicking while you had Molly resting his head on your shoulder. You were right about to stare off into the stars, ready to head to sleep. Until you heard Molly speak up from beside you. ⪧”You know this may be the sleep-deprived state of my mind talking.. Probably not but, I think I’m in love with you.” He ended it off with a dazed chuckle. You had to take this into thought, in that moment you felt a wave wash over you. Noticing all the times he’s peppered little hints of his attraction towards you throughout your interactions. ⪧You felt so idiotic about how oblivious you were, but he was good at keeping the meanings hidden. At least to you. Gently you nudged into him with a sleepy smile, your cheeks totally warm. “You know what Tealeaf? The feelings are mutual.” °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.°

⪧He is a very affectionate person, and he shows that as well in small ways. Could be through rapping his tail around your waist gently, cheekily leaning on you. Especially if you're okay with that he’ll use you as an armrest. It's really no matter your height. He likes being close to you ‹𝟹 ⪧Him and nicknames for you oh my god. It’ll vary from lovely, dove, to gorgeous, stars. Sometimes he will try to catch you off guard and will make up ones on the spot. It’ll either end with you giggling about the nickname's random nature or have your head in your hands flustered. ESPECIALLY, when he speaks it in a certain tone. He knows what it does to you, it's all purry and suave. He loves seeing you get all choked up and all giddy. You try to conceal it as much as you cannn! But it's HARD, really hard. ⪧I can see this is his first-ever big relationship. With how much he loves you, similar to Essek he will cherish you and your bond forever. He doesn't know if he’s gonna make it the next day, so he’s not gonna miss out on anything. He loves everything about you, even the small attributes.

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icarusthefoolish · 1 year

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The Mighty Nein Masterlist

Caleb Widogast

Nothing here yet...

Beauregard Lionett

Nothing here yet...

Jester Lavorre

Nothing here yet...

Fjord Stone

Nothing here yet...

Caduceus Clay (Platonic only!)

Nothing here yet...

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Blooming flowers, blooming feelings

Veth Brenatto / Nott the Brave

Nothing here yet...

Kingsley Tealeaf

Nothing here yet...

Yasha Nydoorin

Nothing here yet...

#aiko talks #aikos shit posts #the mighty nein #the mighty nein x reader #caleb widogast x reader #Veth brenatto x reader #Jester Lavorre x reader #caduceus clay x reader #Mollymauk Tealeaf x reader #kingsley tealeaf x reader #fjord stone x reader #Beauregard Lionett x reader #Yasha Nydoorin x reader

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escape-from-reality-reads · 5 months

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Armored

The start of a fic set in regards to a conversation that happened between my partner and me in regards to Tieflings using their tails for various things.

M9 x Reader

slight mollymauk x reader

slightly suggestive but that's up to interpretation

Find it on AO3

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You were staring. You knew it. Molly knew it. Everyone knew it and it was starting to get weird.

It wasn’t the first time Molly had been stared at, being part of a carnival for a while, but the Nein were a bit more cautious about where they looked so as to not garner unwanted attention. Yet here you were; deep in thought, unmoving, and staring at his tail. At first he thought you were just staring into space so he started moving the appendage back and forth to be sure, only to have your eyes follow its every move.

Glancing towards the rest of the crew with a smirk he lifts his tail to eye height, your eyes faithfully following.

“Glad you were able to find my eyes darling.”

“Why don’t you use your tail as a whip?”

He freezes at the random sentence. “I — What?”

You finally focus on his face. “Your tail. Why don’t you use it as a whip? I’ve seen both you and Jester lash your tails fairly quickly and it's about the width of my whip.” You place your bullwhip on the table, unwrapping part of it.

Jester was the first to recover “That would hurt tho.”

You look over. “Not if you wrap or braid it with leather or something. You’d essentially be making a new piece of armor that protects your tail. Plus you could probably find a blacksmith and get a piece of metal that you could place over the end that would be sharper to help deal damage.”

“Almost like a stinger on a wasp.” Yasha responds, entering the conversation. “You could grapple with your arms and wrap around with your tail.”

“Even without wrapping I feel like it wouldn’t be too different from clotheslining someone with an arm.” Beau leans forward, now entrenched in the idea.

You nod. “It would probably hurt more than that, considering that the amount of contact would be smaller.”

“We could even get different things to attach to the end!” Jester states, pulling out her sketchbook and scribbling down some ideas while muttering to herself.

Molly, finally snapping out of it, leans forward onto the table. “Your brain never ceases to amaze darling. Where did this come from?”

You stare at him in confusion, slowly raising the bullwhip from the table. “You have something attached to your ass that looks like a shorter version of my main weapon of choice. I have seen you actively move it however you want. Why are you so surprised I asked this question?”

Beau laughs. “Molly they say the most out of pocket shit that I have ever heard. You can’t be surprised by this. Between the threats of shaving people bald, wanting to make mimics their pet, and responding to things with random noises that make no sense, I'm just happy there’s some logic in this one.”

Fjord, Caleb, and Nott sit down with new drinks, Nott speaking up first. “We making fun of Y/N and their mannerisms?” Jester jumps in, quickly explaining the small conversation that had happened while they were away, leaving you able to lean over to Molly.

“You know, I could just braid a fabric around your tail for fun.”

Molly looks back to you. “Oh?”

“Wrap it up, put some charms on the fabric. Could even do so as to match the rest of your attire. Doesn’t have to be a defensive thing.”

Molly smirks. “Was this just a long con to be able to play with my tail darling? You know all you need to do is ask.”

You shrug with a smile, a glint in your eye that Molly quite enjoys. “But now Jester has an option to use to get alone time with a certain green someone.”

Molly barks a laugh “Oh you clever little thing you.” All you respond with is an eyebrow wiggle as you drink your ale.

#story #mighty nein #mollymauk tealeaf #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #jester lavorre #fjord stone #caleb widogast #nott the brave #mighty nein x reader #mollymauk x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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cuddling headcanons

So I really love these, and also I wanted to add more after I got the request for Vox Machina. And following up the same one I write for Assassin’s Creed.

Link(s) here

Caleb

It took a lot of working through his nerves, but this mage can’t help but gravitate towards you. You wake up to a tight, desperate grip around you. Low whispers and murmurs that sweetly call out your name.

Jester

You’re not too surprised to see the tiefling wrapped tightly around you. She’s always been a huge cuddler, searching for warmth in every way

Fjord

A tight embrace with you atop a broad chest, strong forearms keeping you secure in place

Essek

Sometimes you wake up to an airy touch gracing your skin, or a tight grip that holds onto your hand(s) as if you’re his tether

Nott/Veth

Curled up and warmly snuggled between your arms, sighing away contentedly

Cadeuces

If you’re woken up, then gentle snores and sighs lull you back to sleep just as fast. Curled up against his chest, the sweet smell of tea(s) relaxes you

Beauregard

She’s got you in the tightest embrace ever, like the best thing that’s come across in her life. Don’t be surprised if a leg is wrapped/intertwined with yours as well.

Mollymauk/Kingsley

He’s a very light sleeper, so if you were to stir awake or move just the slightest, you hear a light purring as a hand or tail wraps around you to go back to sleep

Yasha

You wake up with a gentle hand absently brushing through your hair, a small whisper

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I request for Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb, and Fjord reacting to accidentally overhearing their friend asking shy crush when they will confess?

Sure Anon! Enjoy!

Pairing: Mollymauk, Caleb, Essek, Fjord x Reader

Tags: fluff, confessions, flustered Reader

A/N: I would melt into the ground if this happened to me.

Mollymauk would listen to the whole thing. Then he would drop little hints about the conversation until you caught on that he overheard you talking about confessing. He thinks it's cute that you're shy like that but if you want to wait to confess properly he can wait. Don't expect him not to tease you about it though.

Caleb is very surprised when he overhears it through Frumpkin. He immediately calls Frumpkin back because he feels like this is something that you should tell him on your own time. When he sees you in person he can't help be a bit of a nervous wreck around you.

Essek talks to you about it right away. He feels like he can't let the matter rest if he doesn't confirm that he's head correct. Doesn't want to come off as forceful but would very much like you to be honest about your feelings, after all he values those a lot and he would like to respond to them properly.

Fjord is extremely flustered when he overhears and accidentally reveals himself, which makes you flustered as well. He planned on confessing to you himself but now that he's heard how you feel already there's no reason for him to hesitate anymore. He would very much love to take you out on a date.

#critical role #critical role x reader #critrole x reader #mollymauk x reader #essek x reader #caleb x reader #fjord x reader #mollymauk tealeaf #essek theyless #caleb widogast #fjord stone

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failedskillcheck · 2 years

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Change with the Tides (Part 7)

You felt cold stone before you had even opened your eyes. When you opened them, your hands were bound and a gag covered your mouth.

Jester and Fjord were huddled together in a corner, chained and gagged. Yasha was nowhere to be seen.

As you shuffled toward the two, you became all too aware of the tiefling body you were in, although the clothes were still yours. You closed your eyes and tried to drop the form, but no change was happening, and the weight of horns still drove into your head.

A muffled voice came from the corner, and you looked over to Jester staring at you. She tries to speak through the gag again, and you know whose name she’s saying.

You shook your head, still trying to shift as the tears started streaming down your face.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to rip Lorenzo limb from limb.

The door opened, and a quick pull on your chains had you rolling towards Lorenzo. When you were at his feet, trying to sit up with your hands behind you, he lifted you by the collar of your shirt, his mouth mere inches from your face.

“Shift.” he whispered, spit hitting your face. When you didn’t immediately complete his demand, he gripped your shirt tighter, punching you hard in the stomach, winding you. As you hunched in the air, he dropped you.

Your knees gave out as you hit the stone, still attempting to catch your breath when a boot came flying towards you. Lorenzo’s foot hit you right in the nose, and you reeled back.

“Don’t worry, we’ll fix you.” He smirked, grabbing your chain and dragging you out of the cell, Fjord now awake and shouting through his gag beside Jester.

Beat to shit, you’re returned to the cell, a swollen eye and cuts all over you, bruises on your arms and neck.

It’s almost impossible for you to stay awake, you're just curled against the wall you were thrown at.

Maybe a day or so later of you, Fjord, and Jester all slipping in and out of consciousness, you hear a collection of loud crashes beyond the cell. The unmistakable sound of Caleb’s heavy accent and Beau’s shouting fills you with hope.

Once the crashes subside, you listen through the silence, unable to move as the door creaks open, waking up Fjord and Jester.

The tiny, unmistakable form of Nott is standing in the doorway. The goblin smirked in the doorway.

“Case closed.”

Nott works quickly to unbind Jester, then moves to help you while Jester undoes Fjord's chains.

As you all leave the cell behind, you try once again to shift. A firbolg, tall and pink hair, looks at you quietly. You see Beau drag an unconscious, but healed, Yasha from a separate cell.

Caleb and Beau both freeze when they see you.

“Where’s Y/N?” Jester says, a hint of panic in her voice.

Beau, Nott and Caleb all look at you.

“Jester.” You start saying, taking a very slow step towards her, your voice your own, rough and scratchy but still yours. “I’m sorry.”

The thought seemed to click in her head. Her hands covered her face as tears pooled in her eyes .”Where’s Molly?” Her voice broke.

“He didn’t make it.” Beau said, talking gentler than you’ve ever heard.

“Was it when we heard you guys? In the caravan? I heard you call for Molly!” Full tears streamed down Jester's face. You tried to shift again. To make your appearance anything but Mollymauk.

“He tried his best.” Nott said, barely louder than a whisper, “He got right in Lorenzo’s face. He just wasn’t strong enough.”

“We got cocky, and underestimated our enemies.” Beau again, still looking at you. Her eyes had been on you since you emerged from the cell. “Y/N, for fucks sake shift into someone else.”

You flinched at the anger in her voice, and while you tried to think of how to explain what was happening, Fjord spoke for you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t think they can at the moment. Lorenzo was trying to make them shift.” He touched his own broken nose, “Was kind of pissed they couldn’t actually. It’s probably the only reason Y/N is still here, Beau.”

“Let’s just get out of this dungeon. These assholes have to have something expensive we can sell.” Beau said, and others followed.

You watched them walk up the stairs, Jester and Fjord helping each other walk.

Caleb was the last person in the line. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned to you, holding a hand out, one foot on the bottom step. “Come on, Y/N, we’ll figure it out together.”

And you took a few steps, reaching toward Caleb, and the wizard helped you up the stairs as much as he could.

Unknown to you and Caleb, the purple of your skin faded lightly.

#mighty nein x reader #mighty nein #jester lavorre #fjord stone #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #nott the brave #Change With The Tides #fanfiction #Critical role #critical role x reader

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english-professor-wraith · 1 year

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Fictober 2022: Day 15

(Yes, it's no longer October. Yes, I'm writing these out of order. At this point its less of a challenge and more of a prompt list.)

*Gods* it’s been a horrid day. You wish you could just fall asleep, but your nose won’t stop running and your head is pounding from crying so much. The light is off and the sun has long since set, but you don’t need to see yourself to know that you’re probably a puffy mess right now. Tissues cover the top of your nightstand, and a couple have fallen to the floor but you can’t bring yourself to care. Pulling the blanket over your head, you try to quiet every sense to maybe get some sleep.

It fails, of course- you’re been trying to fall asleep for an hour and you haven't even gotten close. This time, however, it’s because of the unexpected sound of the front door opening. Before you can even worry though, you hear your boyfriend Fjord’s voice.

“Hey love, it’s just me”

For some reason, this just sends you into a fresh flood of tears, muffled beneath the covers that are still pulled up around your face. You hear Fjord walking towards your room but you can’t bring yourself to really even care. The door opens quietly and Fjord leans in to find you.

“Oh, darling”

His voice is rich but quiet, the soft words only adding to the tide of saltwater that you could never hope to stem. He walks toward the side of your bed, kneeling when he reaches it, and leans in closer to you. His hands- a little cooler than yours, since you’ve been tucked under the blanket so long- clasp yours, squeezing gently.

“I know words aren’t terribly effective right now, but I love you. I know how strong you are. Tomorrow will be a better day.”

With this, he brings your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently before leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead.

��As for right now, however: I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

With this, he pushes his arms beneath you, his hands curling securely on the other side of your body. He stands, lifting you from your bed in a rush of movement. You squeak a little in surprise, and he looks down at you with a huge grin.

“We’re going on a little outing.”You stammer, trying to drag some words together to reply, but can hardly manage to stutter out some words about your clothes before he replies.

“I knew you’d worry about that, and that’s why we’re going to a private spot. Not a single person will see you except me and well- it’s a little late to avoid that now.” He chuckles with the last phrase, and the vibrations of his warm chest as he has you held against him soothe you almost as much as the words themselves.

The two of you exit your bedroom, heading towards the front door. Your blanket is still draped over you, and he takes care to pick up any trailing edges to make sure they don’t get dirty as he carries you. As he walks towards the front door, he glances at the front door’s knob with concern, as both his hands are quite occupied now. Before he can try any crazy plan (as you know he loves to do), you reach out from your little cocoon and stretch your hand towards the knob. He steps close enough for you to grasp and turn it, and the two of you step into the warm night, the moonlight just bright enough that you can see as Fjord turns around to let you pull the door shut behind you.*

“Hey darling- this teamwork is a genius idea and there’s one more step here. Can you reach my front pocket? The car keys are in there.” You reach into the pocket he indicated, finding the keys easily, and pull them out to unlock the car. You pull open this door too, and Fjord carefully sets you into your seat, arranging the blanket around you so that it’s still warm but you can reach to put on your seatbelt easily. He jogs around to the other side of the car after closing your door, then slides easily into his seat as you hold out the keys for him.

“Thank you, love”. He starts the car and pulls on his seatbelt as the engine warms up. Pulling out of the driveway, he heads in a familiar direction– towards the ocean. You give a content little hum, and you can see a smile spread softly across his face.

As the two of you get within a couple miles of the water, however, he turns down an unexpected street and you look over at him, confused.

“New spot I found. I think you’re going to love it.”

You accept this response silently, gazing out the window at the new route. The street eventually stops, giving way to sand, and Fjord pulls off to park on the shoulder. He grins over at you once the car has stopped, then quickly instructs you to stay in the car for a minute. He practically leaps from the car, running to open the trunk and pull out a bundle, indistinct from the reflection in your rearview mirror. He heads towards a pile of boulders that sit at the base of the cliff blocking you from the rest of the beach, then somehow…walks into them? You watched him the whole way, but there was no signal to tell you what had happened. You look down at your phone to check the time and tell yourself that if he hasn’t reappeared in two minutes, you’re going after him.

Luckily, no such rash actions are taken since he walks back to the car within a minute. He opens your door, his hand held out for you to grab for balance as you step out. You’ve already shoved your blankets off, pushing them halfway into the driver's seat to deal with later. The breeze rustles through your hair as you stand, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the salty air. Fjord’s fingers, still on your hand, interlace with yours as you open your eyes to look over at him. The grin he had before getting out of the car is still there, and he steps towards the stones. You follow him, curious about both his method of disappearance and the ‘new spot’ he had mentioned.

He steps to the side and gestures, seemingly at a solid wall of stone. As he does, however, his fingers brush through the image, revealing it to be an illusion. You step forward at his gesture, passing through the magic onto a hidden beach. Fjord follows closely behind you, watching your face as you react to this beautiful, private space. A blanket lays on the sand, far enough from the waves to stay dry, and he leads you towards it and lays down, looking up at the stars with a relaxed sigh. Laying down next to him, you rest your head on his arm and cuddle in to his warmth, staring up at the same constellations above.

The waves rush against the sand and the sound mingles with Fjord’s breath, filling your ears. Fjord’s arm is firm and warm beneath your head, and the warm air fills your lungs as you finally take a deep, relaxed breath.

*It’s one of those that locks automatically and Fjord has his set of keys in his pocket, don’t worry.

#wraith's fics #fictober 2022 #fanfic #romance #fjord stone #soft #critfictober #critical role c2 #fjord x reader

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 1 year

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Give me your recs of Reader x Mighty Nein fic. Or Reader x Vox Machina. A girl has needs and I'm literally in love with them all so all characters are welcome.

And if there are none, so help me god, I'll make it.

Orrrrrrr reader x overwatch? (i.e. Moira, Mercy, Cassidy, Pharah)

Shakarian? Shrios?

Fenhawke? Alistair x Warden?

I beg.

#critical role #mighty nein #m9 #mighty nine #mainly #yasha nydoorin #or #fjord stone #i am also looking for good reader x overwatch #and always Shakarian or Shrios is appreciated #shakarian #shrios #overwatch #i want to read something NEW #outside my usual #vox machina

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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Oooo could you also do a M9 version of the post-intense battle kiss?

Yes. Yes I can. Prepare yourselves for many, many kisses.

I've now written this scenario three times - it's been so much fun, thank you guys for the support <3 Ughh it gives me such a gooey feeling, this 💕 This is also my longest set of headcanons (8 characters involved) and was a labour of love. I hope you enjoy and please do reblog, it's much appreciated xx

~ Poet

Bell's Hells version ✨ Crown Keepers version

After-Battle Surprise Smooch ft. Kingsley and Essek

Beau 💜

She's panting as if the ambush the party just experienced was nothing more than a heavy workout, and she's attempting to brush away the stray flyaways of hair that cling to her forehead. There's a slight flush to Beau's cheeks, her heartbeat is racing - and yours is too. You swallow heavily and step into her space, and tug on her robes to gain her attention. She offers a scratchy "Yeah?" before you take a leap of faith and make a move.

The moment your mouth connects with hers, she turns as stiff as a board for a hot second. All lean muscle and calloused edges, the softness of your gesture has her tensing up while her brain buffers in a post-fight haze. You sigh through your nose, hand cupping her cheek as you lean back and grin and she blinks at you owlishly before returning it easily.

She ducks forward, her hands skirting the edges of your coat back to tuck her fingertips under the hem of your shirt, attempting to steal some of your warmth for herself. It's grounding. She kisses your temple, breathes against your cheek as her eyes slide shut. She allows herself a laugh when you suggest she pay more attention to your lips.

Caleb 💜

The wizard is propped up against a pillar of the temple the Nein had come across, and in the distance he can still hear (and smell) the sizzling remains of the evil cult members he had to take down with a fire spell minutes prior. He sniffs and wipes the dribble of blood from his nose with the back of his palm as you settle down on the ground at his side. It's gotten easier, facing the aftermath of fights ever since you came into his life. Your joints ache and your heart still is thumping in your chest, body still on high alert even though it's all over. He looks at you, concern in his blue eyes, and Caleb must also share the anticipation, meeting you in the middle for a kiss.

You pinch his chin between your fingers and tilt his head to the side, and then they slide into his hair just as his body completely melts into you. It's not a frantic kiss, not rushed nor explosive. But it is practiced and passionate, languid and drawn out as he follows your lead.

The man has the audacity to whimper into your mouth when your fingers tease and tangle themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. You would have happily sat there kissing your wizard instead of taking a well earned long rest, but eventually he winces and draws back. You're both still in recovery mode, still injured and weak - you both know this. He gives you a small smile and kisses your cheek, mumbles something soft against your skin.

Fjord 💜

The party barely manages to escape the crumbling ruin after defeating the necromancer, and the sunlight is blinding when you reach the surface. Shaken, you quickly wrap your arms around Fjord's middle, seeking some sort of familiarity after all you had faced together. He freezes. You can't help but feel a little rejected and embarrassed when the kiss is cut short as he places a gentle but firm hand on your chest and leans back.

He's panting, remnants of the fear he experienced nearly dying at your side in the battle lingering still. He settles for holding your hand in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips with his eyes tightly shut. It's not your fault that the situation was a bit overwhelming. Being swept up in theatrics after encountering malevolent spirits had Fjord in a slight panic when you moved to kiss him. But it's okay now. You're both safe.

When his heart has a moment to slow and his eyes start to focus, you quickly become the most important thing in his vision. As quick as he's pushed you away, his hand moves to cradle the back of your head and he's pouring every ounce of himself into a proper kiss. He's so warm, his frame completely shielding you from the rest of the world. He mutters an apology into the miniscule gap between your faces, immediately closing the distance after for another.

Jester 💜

You're shaken out of your battle rage by an incredibly exaggerated and disgusted retch from behind you. You turn only to find Jester standing behind you with a scowl, lifting one leg to closely examine her boot. To her dismay, it's completely covered in giant spider remains. She wrinkles her nose at the sight, more annoyed than angry, grumbling about how she wouldn't have worn her new shoes if she'd known the party would be fighting giant spiders while out exploring.

With the way your blood is still fiery in your veins, and your dear tiefling's face is sulking endearingly, how can you not sweep her off her feet? You soften her mood immediately with a kiss. She goes up on her tippy toes, leaning into you enough that she's barely even making contact with the ground. Laughs into your mouth, and you can feel the upturn of her lips against your own.

She pulls away, tenderly reaches out to wipe at the shine of your mouth that she left behind. With a waggle of her eyebrows, she beams at you, says something clumsy and crude that makes you laugh. Squeals if you happen to lift her, spin just a little to ease the after-battle tensions, and she holds onto your shoulders with a vice grip - as if you'd ever drop her. She knows you love her too, especially considering she's covered in spider bits.

Molly 💜

The tiefling has the biggest toothy grin when you find him after the fight, his smile slightly faltering at the edges when he sees your stormy expression and stomp in your step as you get closer. Mollymauk is nursing a cut made on his arm from earlier, one of his own to ignite his bloodhunter powers, but it's also one that also nearly cost him his life. He's so incredibly careless sometimes, but you know it's because he cares so much - about his second chance at life, about the party, about you. He prepares himself to be scolded by you but is pleasantly surprised when you cup his face so delicately and give him the softest look, brushing your lips against his.

The best way to describe the kiss is that he takes his time, as if he desires to taste and savour you while he still has you. He is so gentle, almost lazy with the motion of it, even though it's after such an intense fight. His nose bumps yours briefly, and he's practically purring by the time one of your hands weaves itself into his hair.

But he's selfish, greedy too, and though your lungs cry out for oxygen you can't bring yourself to leave him wanting. A cheeky hand trails down your waist, past your hip until he can get a handful of your outer thigh. He gives a playful but comforting squeeze, a little and innocent thing compared to the way he's ravishing your mouth.

Yasha 💜

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her worried voice over the dissolving battle carries a tenderness that greatly contrasts the heavy sword she carries. You quickly clamber over debris when you spot her, a deeply emotional urge to just be close to your barbarian that began as kindling is now a roaring need. Your foot catches on the edge of an abandoned cart and gravity suddenly pulls you down.

Yasha reaches you and, having dropped her weapon, swoops just in time to keep you upright and unharmed. She's your constant balance, what keeps you grounded. By pure instincts alone, you thank her by crashing your mouth into hers. Your arms wind around her neck and your body is buzzing all over, electricity flitting along your skin and through your veins. Her eyelashes kiss in the corners of her eyes when she closes them, strong hands lovingly caress along your shoulder blades. Your mind, love-addled, barely registers the way her thumbs stroke back and forth there.

She lifts you a little bit, just enough that she supports your weight and your tippy toes are grazing the earth. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and breaks the kiss, her hair a little bit frazzled. "Well... that answers that. Heh."

BONUS: Kingsley 💜

It's pouring rain, storm clouds have engulfed the sky. You stand, soaked to the bone with your overcoat torn to shreds, over one of the many (now deceased) sea monsters that managed to scramble onboard the ship and attack you all. A victorious cry comes from the helm, and Kingsley victoriously lifts his sword high above his head as the crew cheer. He sees you amongst the fray and charges straight to you, about to assess you for wounds but it's hard for words to form when your mouth captures his.

So fucking eager. He wants to wrap himself around you, surround you, instinctively curling an arm around your back to keep you anchored to him. He's still so new to the world, new in general, but this - you - are so easy for him to adapt to. The kiss itself does not last as long as you would want, but he makes up for it with hasty and almost desperate smaller kisses to your cheek and jawline. It feels as though he's trying to imprint these fleeting touches into your skin, moulding into you, little memories of a moment of calm after the storm.

Kingsley holds you close to his body after that, cradling you into him while his eyes dart around the scene of battle with his chin perched on your shoulder protectively. His hair is matted and sopping wet and tickles your face, the buttons of his coat scrape harshly against your thin shirt, and you catch a glimpse of some of the crew averting their eyes - but you couldn't care less. Kingsley is living and breathing and here and yours.

BONUS: Essek 💜

This poor man. He's still getting used to the intensity of physical fights rather than diplomatic ones. His feet hit the ground and he stumbles to balance himself before you hold him by the elbow to steady him. His smile is wobbly, cocky but wobbles slightly as he thanks you. His white hair stands in all sorts of angles and there's a small cut above his brow, and you know it seems impossible but it post-battle Essek just does something to you and he has no time to react when you grip his collar and tug him towards you.

You quickly find he's just as desperate as yourself. His hands find your waist and smooth towards your back, fingertips pressed into the skin there and accidentally treading upon and brushing against bruises in the process of forming. You wince and he breaks the kiss, immediately concerned and hesitant, his touch turning gentle when he settles his hold on your hips instead.

You assure him you're okay, but he's not having it. He decides to go slow now, peppering small, lingering kisses to your face before he steps back and adjusts how his robes sit upon his shoulders. He looks cool and composed, and you want to hate him for it when you yourself feel so disheveled. Don't worry though - you'll get even with him later.

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{4} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho)

Words: 4,905

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I know I keep saying this, but I'm super excited for you all to see what I have planned for this series. There’s a bit more plot drops in this chapter, and mentions of things still yet to come, so I really hope you like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Mini Masterlist

Nothing but the sounds of the forest surround you as you trudge through the bush. Your footsteps are quick, even, not daring to make a sound. Years of practice has made you able to tread cautiously through every situation and terrain, not even the exhale of your breath falling on prying ears.

This is how you are able to lose Jongho.

The male silently curses himself for trailing so far behind that you manage to slip his sight. He didn’t want to chase you away, but now that he knows what you are, he’s sure that you’re purposely doing this just to throw him off of your trail.

Oh, how right he is.

Lifting his head up slightly higher, he strains his ears, doing whatever he can to scent you in the air. His eyes dart from left to right, pupils blown wide in the darkness that encompasses the forest around him as he searches for any indication as to where you might have went.

He’s not going to give up so easily.

You, on the other hand, lessen your pace as soon as you’re positive you’ve thrown him off of your trail. Now, instead of there being a small sense of urgency to your steps, you allow yourself a breath of relief. Slowly, you continue the trek towards your little lookout spot. A lookout spot that is the most guarded place in this entire village. A fact of which you have ensured every year since she has been resting there.

It takes you half an hour to reach your spot, but once you do, you feel a weight almost lift itself off of your shoulders. Stepping out through the trees and into the half-moon clearing, a sorrowful smile tugs at your lips.

“Hello, My Love,” your voice is tender, nothing more than a soft caress on the wind. “It’s been a while.”

A silence settles around you, as still as the night blanketing the forest. Though, you have come to never expect a response from her. Not anymore.

You blink, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as your gaze lands upon the small stones stacked one on top of the other. The grave marker sits directly in the centre of the little clearing, more pebbles spanning the edge, and evenly spaced outwards for protection. Each enchanted to hide what lies within.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to return,” you continue, footfalls suddenly shaky as you approach the monument. “You would not believe the week I’ve had.”

The clearing overlooks a small valley, the mountains surrounding it on either side. You can see clear across the fjord from here, the lights of the town across the way twinkling beneath your gaze.

A special place where the two of you would spend hours talking, getting to know each other, and subsequently falling in love. Until she was taken from you all too soon.

Softly, you lower yourself onto the ground beside the tower of stones. Your cloak fans out behind you, back turned to the woods as you spend your time speaking all about the events of the past month.

Before you know it, an hour has passed. Then another, and then another. Enough time so that when you gaze up at the moon, it has now travelled to the opposite side of the night sky.

Still, after a while, once you’ve finished talking, you remain. Sitting in silence has often been your fortitude during tough times, and it makes no difference now.

“Oh,” you chuckle after another moment, “I almost forgot.”

Slowly, you place the palm of your hand in the grass before the tower of stones. Closing your eyes, you focus your energy, feeling the spike of magic in the air as you mumble an incantation under your breath.

Daisies begin to sprout from the earth beneath the palm of your hand and all around the clearing.

“Happy Birthday, My Love.”

The first tear of the night finally escapes your eyes as you gaze back out upon the valley before you. Swallowing thickly, you straighten your spine, resting your arms over your legs which you have crossed beneath you.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. Then, softly, you begin to sing.

Your voice is no more than a whisper on the wind as you repeat the lullaby she had taught you all those years ago. It’s a little rough, given how long you’ve gone without performing it. The added fact that your emotions threaten to choke you out at any second makes it all the more harder to keep going.

That’s when you sense him getting closer.

Immediately, your lips clamp shut, steadying your breathing to blend into the sounds of the night. If you’re lucky, he should walk right passed you without even noticing a thing.

Unfortunately, luck does not seem to be on your side as of late.

The moment Jongho reaches the edge of the tree line, he freezes. A furrow pulls at his brow, eyes darting everywhere around the seemingly empty clearing overlooking the valley before him.

Funny, he could have swore he heard your voice on the wind coming from this direction.

A few minutes pass like this, with you gazing warily over your shoulder at him as he seemingly scans the clearing over and over again. Perhaps he believes you will suddenly appear from thin air, or perhaps you’ll pop up over the edge of the cliff. Either way, he doesn’t seem to want to leave any time soon.

That’s when you’re letting out a small sigh. A sound of which you know he hears, for he stills immediately, his heartbeat suddenly thundering in your ears.

“You sure are one persistent dragon, I’ll give you that.”

The moment your voice reaches him, his eyes are once more darting around the area, attempting to spot you to no avail.

“Do you Halas always make it a habit to disobey orders?” Even though you know he cannot see you, you quirk a brow in his direction.

“I can hear you, and if I focus, I can smell you.” He comments, gaze looking straight passed you for the moment and at the spot you’re sure he thinks you to be standing. “Yet, I cannot see you. Why?”

You sigh once more, standing back to your feet as you wave a hand in a small sweeping motion in his direction. Instantly, the one barrier you have shielding you from unwanted, prying eyes falls, and he nearly jumps back in shock as you appear before him.

It takes only a second for his gaze to dart around the area, lingering briefly on the tower of stones that now rests beside your one leg.

“No dragon I know of can do that,” Jongho blinks, a sense of wonder shining in his eyes. “Not even the ancients.”

“There are various beings other than dragons that reside among us, boy.” You reply, quite sharply, watching him carefully.

“Are you even a dragon at all?” The question posed is innocent. At least, in his mind.

Your eyes flash. “Watch it, boy.”

“You have magic akin to none,” he blinks, gazing around the clearing once more before inhaling sharply. “You’re a witch.”

You remain silent, observing him carefully as you stand as still as stone.

“I never knew a dragon could also be a witch.” He says. “You’re-“

“What?” You snap, eyes sharp as you tense. “A halfbreed? An improper inbred? A curse amongst us all?”

You can tell Jongho is taken aback by your words.

“Save your breath, I’ve heard it all before.” You mutter. “Been quite a few years, though. Usually all people care about now is how powerful I am. Rather, how powerful I can make them.”

“Who?” His eyes flash gold, a snarl pulling at his lips as if he’s ready to hunt down any and all who have said such things against you, or dared to use you in any way.

“That is none of your concern, now.” You reply bluntly. “Those who have tried, have failed. Every. Time.”

Your words also serve as a warning to him. One which he picks up on.

“You think I would use you?” Jongho cannot hide the hurt in his voice.

“I do not know what you are capable of, Jongho.” A slight shake of your head. “Nor do I have any intentions of finding out.”

“Please, if you would just let me explain-“

“I thought I told you that I never wanted to see you again.” You cut him off, a stern look resting on your features.

“You know I can’t do that.” He keeps his voice low, steady as if he’s attempting to reason with you.

“And why is that?” You raise an eyebrow expectantly.

“Do you really not know?” For a brief second, his expression falls, eyes flashing with sorrow.

“You are not the first dragon to imprint on me that I have denied, nor will you be the last.” A cold statement as you blink back at him once.

“I wanted to be.”

“What? My first, or last?” There’s a slight amusement to your voice as you stare across the clearing at him incredulously.

“Both.” There is no hesitance in his reply, and at the way his eyes shine, you can tell just how honest his admission is. “I thought you were human.”

“You were meant to.” Your hands shift slightly beneath your cloak, fingers gripping the edges and pulling the material tighter around yourself. “You Hala’s sure have plenty of vain ambition to go around.”

He ignores your comment for now, but you can see the way his chest deflates at the mention of his clan.

“You knew I was a dragon this whole time, yet you said nothing.” He remarks. “Why?”

“Many of us have our own reasons as to why we hide our true nature. When you approached me that day in the woods, all I saw was a lost boy who was running away from his duties. I see now you weren’t the only one deceived.” You tilt your head in understanding. “As far as anyone else from the village is concerned, I am a simple girl living on the edge of town who sometimes helps around here and there. Only a very select few people know who I really am.”

“Right,” his jaw twitches. “Like the Neos.”

“Watch your tone, boy,” you snap, eyes sharp. “That is my family you speak of. The only people left on this godforsaken planet that I still care for.”

“Is that why you care for this village so?” He inquires, a bitterness to his words. “Because they reside near it?”

“Would you not do the same to protect your own?” You counter knowingly. “Your loved ones?”

“I would protect you and my brothers in a heartbeat.” He replies without a second thought.

“You hardly know me, yet you put myself before your clan.” You observe. “Are you truly that young that you have never imprinted before?”

The fact that he remains silent is answer enough.

“Tell me, Jongho,” you shift your stance, gazing down almost longingly at the tower of stones before you, “have you truly never been in love before?”

“I thought I was,” he replies. “Once.”

“You thought you were?” You spare him a glance out of the corner of your eyes, a curious twitch to your eyebrow upwards.

“I never knew what love truly was until I met you.”

Your gaze hardens. “You do not know me.”

A moment’s pause.

“I want to.”

“You do not deserve to.” You frown, noticing how a few fireflies begin to buzz throughout the clearing.

“You didn’t take issue with befriending me before.” He goes on to say, tone edging on pleading. “Nothing has changed. I have not changed since you have discovered my clan. I am still your Jongho.”

You shake your head. “You were never mine, Jongho, nor have I ever desired you to be.”

“Would you be saying the same to Kun if he were here right now?” The hurt is clear on his face and in his words as he spits them out in anger.

Your eyes flash as your spine straightens. “You do not know what you speak of, boy. Don’t you dare pretend that you do.”

“The father of your cubs abandoned you to imprint on someone else, and you can stand there defending him?” Jongho asks, incredulously.

Your heart pangs in your chest, unwanted memories surfacing that you force down once more.

“He did not abandon me. We were never even together in the first place. I-“ you stop yourself short. Pursing your lips, you take a deep breath through your nose. “Kun did not father my cubs.”

“Then who did?” Jongho is practically seething at this point, fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I’ll tear him apart for abandoning them. For abandoning you.”

“You seem so certain that I’ve been abandoned.” You tilt your head curiously. “How do you know you’re not standing upon his grave at this very moment?”

Jongho goes unnaturally silent, inhaling sharply as you watch remorse immediately paint his features.

“No, those cubs are not my own. None of them are, but that does not mean I won’t care for them like they are.” You say, meeting his gaze and watching how his whole body seemingly relaxes at your words. “I can never bear cubs of my own. My father made damn sure of that.”

The shock on Jongho’s face is apparent in the way his lips part the slightest bit. He blinks at you, subtly taking a step forward only to be blocked by the barrier cast by the stones.

He frowns. “Why can I not reach you?”

“Are you forgetting that I am still upset at you?” You quirk a brow, amused by the pout that pulls at his features. You shake you head, motioning to the pebbles surrounding the area with your chin. “Only people I have granted permission to walk upon this spot may pass the boundary stones. You’re lucky I’m even letting you view such a private part of my life, given everything going on.”

“Yet, you cannot trust a Hala dragon.” He sighs, somewhat sadly.

“I do not trust easily, Jongho,” your tone is sharp as you answer him. “What little trust I had in you has long since been destroyed.”

“Then tell me what I can do to fix it.” He persists. “I want to make things right.”

You remain silent, lips pursed as you meet his gaze.

“There must be something I can do to prove myself to you,” he begs, eyes pleading. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” You quirk a brow.

“Anything.” He confirm, honesty dripping from his words.

“Then tell your clan to give up on your quest for the crown.” You once again see his eyes widen in shock. “It is fruitless, and vain. You will not succeed.”

“So, what? We’re just supposed to let that stupid Wolf Gang win?” He scowls, crossing his arms over his chest.

“They will not succeed, either.” You state with a blink. “No one can. It is pointless.”

“The ancients have agreed to allow the clan which finds the Jewel to rule over the kingdoms in tandem.” Jongho explains, as if you haven’t been told and taught this your whole life. “Out of the ashes, an imperfect Jewel shall emerge, proclaiming the true leaders of the land.”

“I am sick and tired of that damned prophecy.” You spit, ire shining on your features as you tighten your cloak around your shoulders. “Too many have taken it far too literally. Like that hot headed brother of yours.”

“Mingi is just hoping to speed things along.” Jongho attempts to defend his own.

“So, you all allow him to decimate people’s homes after completely destroying their villages.” A statement, not a question. “And you wonder why I do not like you Hala’s all that much.”

“The Wolves are no better.” Jongho mutters, brow furrowing in distaste.

“I have spoken of this before, but at least they do not burn their conquered villages to the ground.” You retort.

“You seem to like them better than us.” His eyes narrow.

You remain silent, opting not to comment on his accusation.

“They never cross to this side of the fjord.” He continues, choosing his next words carefully. “Is that also your doing? I know you were discussing some other treaty you seem to have with that Neo last week-“

“All you need to know is that I will protect this village with my life.” You cut him off. “You are not the first clan I have defended it from, nor will you be the last.”

“They tried to hurt you?” He growls, teeth bared in a snarl.

“I have not had dealings with them for almost fifty years now.” You reply. “Christopher is much better at keeping his promises, it seems, than your leader is.”

“Christopher?” The distaste is clear on Jongho’s features, the name no more than a feral whisper on his lips.

“Also, better at controlling his clan.” You add, cooly.

“Don’t pin this on Captain. He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“So, you regularly break the trust of people you claim to care about.” You observe, nodding as if everything makes sense to you now.

“No, that’s not-“

“What is it that you want, Jongho?” You cut him off, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “It’s late, and I would rather not have you follow me all the way back home.”

“I thought I made it clear.” Comes his gruff reply.

“I heard you loud and clear the first time.” You bring a hand up to rub at your eyes, cloak slipping open the slightest bit to reveal your thin cotton shirt and trousers beneath. “I mean, what is it that you really want?”

The material pulls against your skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. A fact of which Jongho takes immediate notice of, eyes darting down to trail over your torso shamelessly. The plump curves of your flesh have him swallowing thickly, mouth watering as he desires nothing more than to pull you in closer to him. To wrap his hands around you and hold you flush against him as he breathes you in, your scent finally mixing with his in every way that he’s always fantasized about.

Of course, you notice.

Your cloak is wrapped tightly around your torso once more.

“I just want you.” There is no malice in his words, only a desperate longing lingering there as he meets your gaze. “I swear to you I had no idea what you were when I first approached you all those months ago. Even now, what you are does not bother me, nor do I have any desire to use you like you have implied so many others before me have. I swear to you I am not like that. I have been nothing but honest to you since we met. The only thing I kept from you was being a dragon because I didn’t want you to be scared of me, but I know now that never mattered to you. I cannot change my clan, but I swear to you that I remain the same.”

You can only blink at him for the moment, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows yet again.

“I-“ he pauses, as if unsure whether or not he should continue. Then, as if deciding against his better judgement, he steels his resolve, staring deeply into your eyes. “All I want to do is cherish you. I want to protect you until the end of our days, of which I swear to you will be plenty and prosperous. I will never hurt you, nor will I ever let anything hurt you again. I desperately want to be yours, just as badly as I would like you to become mine.”

Saying nothing, you feel yourself tense.

“I promise you that we’re not as bad as we seem,” he continues. “The reason I came to you that night, the real reason, was because I wanted you to join us. I longed desperately for the day where you would come live with me, so we could be by each other’s side where I know we belong. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again, because I will do everything in my power to take care of you. I will provide for you, and make sure you always feel cherished, desired, and loved until the end of time. You never have to be alone again.”

A silence settles over the both of you as you let his confession linger in the air. You even take the time to search his eyes, and you cannot find a hint of dishonesty in them. Even the tone he used, you cannot find fault with, his words ringing through your ears with the heavy honesty that painted his tone.

The fireflies float lethargically through the air around you, twinkling like the stars in the night sky. You sigh, sparing a glance at your feet as your eyes slip closed.

A faint, tender caress brushes at the side of your cheek, and you’re quick to wipe it away.

“I do not trust you, Jongho,” you begin, and you watch his expression fall, the devastation clear as anything, “but,” he perks up, even if only slightly, “I will give you a chance to prove yourself to me if what you have spoken here tonight is true. You do not know me, nor do you know what I have been through. I do not give out second chances easily. You are going to have to earn it.”

“What can I do?” He attempts to take an eager step forward once more, only for that barrier to stop him dead in his tracks. “Tell me what to do, and it is done.”

“If you cannot convince them to stop this pointless quest for the crown,” you sigh, “then I want you to get that canary man to stop burning down every village you ransack. There is no honour is complete destruction. Every good leader should know that.”

“I suppose your village doesn’t count?” His attempt at a joke does not bode well with you, a low growl leaving your lips. He raises his hands in response, palms up. “Okay, my bad. I’m sorry, that was too soon.”

“Tell me, Young One,” you turn back to the tower of stones beside you, “are you aware of what a Drygg Promise is?”

The sharp inhale you hear in response is all the confirmation you need.

“Do not fret, I do not expect you to make a sacred promise of that sort to me,” you hum.

“I would if you wanted me to.” Comes his immediate reply.

This time, it’s your turn to look at him in mild shock before you’re shaking your head.

“I will not expect that from you unless it comes to it.” You reply softly. “They are a dragon’s deepest, and more sincere form of loyalty to whoever is apart of it. They are not easily broken, nor should one ever seek to break one. In most cases, they are unbreakable.”

He nods gently along with your words. “I understand.”

“I have made quite a few Drygg Promises in my lifetime, but none of them are as important to me as hers.” You shift your gaze from him back to the stones piled at your feet, a tender look shining in your eyes.

“Who is she?” The question he poses is soft, nothing but an innocent inquiry as he sees the way sorrow fills your expression.

“She was My Daisy,” you smile faintly, slowly sinking to your knees as you reach down and pluck a delicate flower from the ground. “And we built this village from the ground up. She was beautiful, and headstrong. Carried a passion for all living things, but especially flowers. A passion which rubbed off on me.”

“You made a Drygg Promise with her.” He repeats your words from only moments before.

“I did.” You hum in confirmation, twirling the stem of the flower between your thumb and forefinger. “I swore to her to always protect this village until my dying breath, and I have not once went back on my word.”

“There are stories,” he adds, lowly. “Stories of a cloaked figure with glowing golden eyes that protects this village. A Shadow Demon, of sorts.” He takes his time to look over your dark cloak, watching as your head turns and your eyes flash gold in the moonlight. “That’s you, isn’t it?”

“Very perceptive, Young One,” you smile lightly, and you swear you hear his breath hitch. “You would be correct.”

“But I don’t understand,” he shakes his head slightly. “Why would you make such a promise to this woman?”

“Well,” you let out a long breath, standing back to your feet after placing the flower carefully on top of the stack of rocks before you, “people tend to do crazy things when they’re in love.”

This time, there is no denying the way his breath hitches. “You loved her?”

“I did.” You nod once firmly in conformation. “You never forget the first lover you imprint on.”

“You imprinted on her?” The surprise is clear in his voice, eyes wide as you meet his gaze.

“I’m sure you are aware that we can imprint more than once, and with multiple people if we so choose.” You state, blinking a few times.

“Yes, I am aware,” he confirms with a brief nod of his head. “I just didn’t realize you had imprinted on someone before.”

“I have already told you that I have been around a lot longer than you have, Jongho.” You remind him. “I have loved and lost more than once in my long life, just as I have imprinted more than once.”

“Was it Kun?” His voice rumbles out, words a mere growl on his lips.

“We can fall in love without imprinting, boy.” Your eyes narrow, arms crossing over your chest. “He wanted to imprint. I denied him, and once I realized what I truly wanted, he had moved on. I was not the only choice he had, and he’s better off for the one he made.”

“How could anyone not choose you?” He practically seethes, eyes glinting beneath the moonlight.

“You are blinded by your emotions, boy.” You sigh, shaking your head. “Some dragons do not want to wait an age to find their life partners. I cannot blame them for that.”

“I would.” The sincerity reflected in his golden eyes catches you off guard. “I would wait an eternity if it meant I got to be with you even if it was for just one day. You are not a second choice. You never will be. At least, not to me.”

The way the fireflies dance around his head, illuminating his features even more has your breath hitching subtly in your throat. Never have those words been spoken to you so earnestly before tonight, and even though you wish to deny it, a warmth begins to blossom inside your chest. One which you have not felt in years.

You clear your throat. “I have already told you more than I am comfortable with this night. Much more than I should have.”

His eyes shine with something you do not quite understand, but you do not fail to miss the pleased rumble that echoes around the small clearing.

“I’ll talk to Mingi,” he hums, the corners of his lips tugging upwards faintly.

“Ah, the canary man.” You nod in acknowledgement.

“I’m sure I can convince Hongjoong, too.” He mumbles, more to himself this time, but you still hear.

“Jongho,” your voice calling out to him has his attention immediately on you once more. “One more thing.”

“Yes?” He answers, failing to hide the way his eyes glimmer with hope.

“Stop spying on me through the bush,” you shoot him a pointed look, and he at least has the decency to look sheepish. “I have never appreciated being stalked.”

“I wasn’t-“

You raise a hand to halt his protests, his voice dying in his throat as you begin to walk towards him and to the edge of the clearing. Though, at the way he sees a faint, teasing smile tugging onto your lips, his shoulders seemingly relax.

“Keep your brothers out of my backyard as well, will you?” You come to stand right in front of him now.

So close, yet still feeling so far away; nothing more than a barrier separates you. A barrier of which he wishes to smash through, pulling you into his embrace as he showers you in his love like he has always longed to do.

“They do often have minds of their own,” he sighs, but at the look you send him, is quick to add, “I will try.”

You smile. You actually, genuinely smile at him, and Jongho swears he nearly faints from how quickly his heart is pounding within his chest.

“Oh, and Jongho?” You step over the barrier, moving to walk passed him in the next second as he hums in response. You pause, mere feet away from him with your back still turned, his gaze locked on your figure. “Thank you for the flowers.”

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If the applications are still open, I can request Fjord's headcanon su and S/O standing guard one night and just talk about his future. What are your goals for the future as a couple? Do you want to adopt children? Retire and live on the coast?

Authors Note - HI HI HIII! Of course, I could deliver that. EUGH this gives me domestic Fjord thoughts and I love those thoughts so much. MMmMMmm tusky man night time talk <3333 ★彡[ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ]彡★ ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ ~ ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰ Fjord: -> +Today was a long day like normal. Sights were seen and shenanigans happened. As the night rose up and the daylight fell, it was you and Fjord starting off the watch cycle. +As the fire was faintly roaring with life, you and Fjord sat out. Eyes scanning the area, making sure no enemy was coming in for a sneaky ambush. Phew, everything was fine.... for the most part. +No sneak attacks or ambushes no, but a thought came to your mind. Yours and Fjord's relationship had been going along for a good while now, feelings had been brewing even long before the big confession was made. +The downside of having a partner as an adventurer was the 50/50 chance that in some of the battles and the business you did you could be making it out alive or not (emphasis on the not.) Which always haunted you, like a force looming over you. You didn't wanna lose Fjord and he didn't wanna lose you, with so many times the two of you saved each other's asses. +That big conversation starter grew into more and more thoughts blooming and sprouting in your head. What would we do after this all ends? , after this big adventure comes to a close. Would you guys still stay together, what would become of this all? +Your lovely boyfriend minded his business right next to you, admiring the night sky and the stars that faced him. But his head took a small jerk once you brought something up. Your tone was pretty nervous, but you brought up a good point. +It was very random, and as you both were totally half asleep. Though it started a meaningful conversation. With himself, Fjord was also terrified of the future but had this hope of what could come. What more he could carve out with you, hopefully by his side. +The possibilities were endless, and the two of you were genuinely so true with every word. It was already crystal clear that traveling the sea was a must. You two knew that the feeling of adventure would never die between the both of you. +If kids were brought up, I feel like he would be very big on adopting with his whole upbringing. You notice the glimmer in his eyes, that small little twinkle. He never wanted any other kid to go through the same terror he did. You honestly were also on board with the whole idea , cracking a smile and feeling how genuine his words felt pouring out. +You two proceeded to make jokes and jabs out you two growing old, living in a nice home off the coasts. "We could be sacks of wrinkles and just lay with each other until our bones give out." He let out a playful chuckle and linked an arm around you. "I wouldn't mind that, honestly seems like the best way to spend my older days." +A kiss met your forehead and even after the time of your twos relationship, it still made your face get a little warm. A couple quiet seconds go by and the two of you decided to get some shut-eye seeing as the next round would probably be starting up soon. +For warmth of course you both snuggled up, Fjord murmuring out a faint "goodnight my muse." That nickname just made you hotter in the face but you liked the sound of it coming from him. The future more than normal seemed so bright it could have blinded you in a split. This was totally gonna be some good stuff to gossip with Jester and the others about , you thought before letting that sleepy feeling overtake you.

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01. Mishaps

Part One of Box of Rain

AO3 | Loki Masterlist

Summary: After the universe plummets into chaos, you find yourself working alongside a merry band of misfits who’ve made a home for themselves in Tønsberg, Norway. When a harrowing incident occurs, Loki is forced to confront his feelings.

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 7.4k

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Angst, Humor, Mutual Pining, Eventual Fluff, Mentions of Depression/Past Trauma, Mentions of Blood, Post-Infinity War, Canon Divergence, Loki Lives, Asgardians of the Galaxy, Second Person POV, Loki POV

*header designed by the talented @tripleyeeet. and shout-out to the incredible @use-your-telescope for being a kick-ass beta.

The view looking out across the fjord was one you’d never tire of. As the sun set, heaven and earth collided, and for a brief moment, you existed within a world made only of skies, framed by towering mountains on either side. It was serene. Mystical. Otherworldly. Seemingly as if you were living on a totally different planet. And, in a way, you were. A changed planet, at least.

You let out a contented sigh as you watched the amber sun sink lower on its path across the sky, its hazy rays glistening on the water. Flashes of gold reflected across the ethereal cerulean inlet, shimmering and rippling with the last light of the day. Broad stripes of coral and lavender wrapped around you like a cozy blanket as the sun dipped slowly behind a jagged peak, kissing the distant horizon. Time slowed down, and all you felt was stillness and peace.

You almost forgot about the harsh reality of the near-dystopian state of the world. Almost. Moments like these were always as fleeting as they were unforgettable.

You inhaled, relishing the way the fresh, crisp air left a dash of salt on your lips. Your eyesight adjusted as you turned around, taking in a new view that was less than desirable. A small, plump codfish floundered at your feet, its spotted scales catching the last rays of receding daylight.

“Sustainably caught and everything,” a proud voice rang out from below. You glanced down at your furry companion and winced.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I asked for your assistance, Rocket,” you sighed, wrangling the poor fish into your grasp before tossing it into the waters along the jetty. The raccoon scrunched his wet face in dismay as the tail fin disappeared with a glug beneath the placid inlet.

“What the– That was gonna be dinner,” he growled, kicking at one of the jetty rocks in mock protest.

You had grown quite accustomed to the dramatics of your new friends and simply rolled your eyes as you removed your gloves, wiping your hands against the rough cotton fabric of your coveralls.

“Spare me. We’re supposed to be monitoring and mapping movements. Not doing meal prep,” you said as you climbed up onto the harbor, only pausing to retrieve your tablet off the low stone wall of the dock. “And now I’m late for a meeting.”

“How exactly is that my fault? If you hadn’t been daydreaming, sunshine…”

“You smell terrible, by the way,” you called over your shoulder, hurrying up the stone steps toward town.

“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly smellin’ like a rose yourself!” you heard Rocket call out as you turned the corner.

Despite New Asgard’s remote location, it was a bustling place. The people of Tønsberg had accepted the Aesir with open arms, and you’d witnessed firsthand how the Asgardians’ unique culture and traditions had seamlessly blended with the local Norwegian way of life.

And you were lucky to be here.

The immediate aftermath of losing half of the Earth’s population had been devastating. Three years later, the planet – the universe – was still responding to the aftermath of mass extinction.

It had been a haunting phenomenon, the collective grief of half a world wondering if those who had disappeared would ever return. You had to believe, in some way, that they would. That you’d finally obtain a resolution. But losing your entire family in the blink of an eye was still something you were coming to terms with.

Most days, it seemed there was no closure to be had. By anyone.

The assembled trauma and utter shock had gotten you through the most chaotic times. And yet, you had never been more alone in your sorrow. Everyone you loved – everyone who loved you – vanished in an instant. Your grief had eventually led you here, to Norway, to your great aunt’s abandoned cottage. You never imagined it would also lead you to a new family of sorts.

You knew that Valkyrie had led the surviving Aesir to Earth, that Thor and Loki had fought against the invaders in Wakanda, ultimately failing to stop what Rocket called the ‘Snap.’ You also knew Thor had gone on to kill the madman who inflicted his cruel interpretation of order on the entire universe. The same tyrant who had tortured Nebula. Who had tortured Loki.

And while they all bore witness to his demise, none derived satisfaction.

Still, you didn’t know the whole story and had long accepted you never would. Rocket, while he loved to yammer on about all sorts of things, never actually gave you any information you couldn’t easily seek out online. And none of the others ever spoke of it. It was as if they had chosen to exist outside of reality, weary and burdened by their experiences. Their silence was like a heavy cloak that draped over them, concealing the past and shielding you from the horrors that resided within their minds.

Nonetheless, you cherished your otherworldly friends, grateful for the moments of joy and camaraderie that you shared in the midst of persistent responsibilities. Which, for you, meant working under the guidance of Asgardian leadership, developing ethical frameworks that promoted sustainable interactions between the citizens of New Asgard and the natural world. It was a far cry from your previous profession, but one that gave you a renewed sense of purpose amidst the lingering mayhem.

You hurried along the cobbled walkway, popping in your headphones as you bypassed New Asgard’s central square, where a statue of Odin stood tall and imposing, watching over his people. Veering off the main path, you opted to take the shortcut over the hillside while there was still enough light left to guide you.

As you walked up the trail that wound through a thicket of trees, you pulled your tablet from your bag to email your daily report to Valkyrie. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the figure approaching from the opposite direction until it was too late.

With a jolt, you crashed back to reality as you collided with someone along the narrow path, the device falling from your grip.

“Oof,” a deep voice resounded from above you. You snatched out one of your earbuds, your other hand searching for purchase against a broad chest.

“L-Loki,” you stammered as you looked up at his stoic face, framed by his perfectly groomed curls that obediently rested atop his broad shoulders. How he always managed to look so impeccably regal despite the blistering cliffside winds was a mystery you were too eager to solve.

“Hello.” The resounding timbre sent a shiver down your spine as your fingers absentmindedly lingered on the soft wool of his dark pea coat. Loki looked down his nose at you, his eyes flitting from your fingertips to your face. Then he frowned.

He was not a fan of his personal space being invaded and you knew this. However, there had been a few moments between the two of you when he almost seemed to welcome your touch. Your mind flitted back to the time your fingertips grazed his while sitting together at a council meeting. You recalled the way your shoulders often touched as you walked side-by-side along the docks, and how he never removed your hand from the crook of his elbow as you navigated through the crowds on village market days.

And then there had been the time you’d excitedly hugged him after successfully tagging your first Norwegian cod, and you swore he hugged you back. You thought about the hug a lot. Too often, perhaps. It was all strictly platonic, of course.

You felt Loki’s cool fingers wrap around yours, and you hurriedly took a step back, snatching your hand away.

“I am so sorry,” you said as you shoved your headphones into your coat pocket. Your already wind-chapped face grew even more heated under his puckish gaze. “I was– ”

“Preoccupied?” Loki mused, his eyes crinkling with mirth. The playfulness in his tone calmed your nerves a bit.

“Mmm. I’ve been down at the docks all afternoon.” You forced out a laugh in a poor attempt at regaining some semblance of composure as Loki squatted down to retrieve the forgotten datapad at your feet.

“Thank you,” you murmured as he handed it back to you. “Again, sorry for that less-than-graceful display.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, his piercing green eyes surveying your form. God, he was always so intense.

“You’ve got a lot on your mind, I’m sure. As do I,” Loki commented as he cast a knowing glance in your direction. “I just left Thor’s.”

“Oh. How is he today? Will he be joining us later?” you asked, trying to keep up with Loki’s long strides as he turned off the path in the direction of Valkyrie’s secluded lodge.

“The same, I’m afraid. His apathy for– ” Loki opened his arms and gestured down the hill “ –all this grows by the day. But I don’t imagine that surprises you,” he replied, quirking an eyebrow.

“And I’ve asked him to come tonight,” he continued as he turned to knock on the cabin’s front door. “But no promises were made.”

Valkyrie placed a steaming cup of tea in front of you as you set down your tablet and propped your head on your hand.

“This proposal is ridiculous. They’re already manufacturing synthetic food products in labs across the globe. Asking us to operate a fish farm would not only skew our ecological research, but it essentially violates New Asgard’s sustainability treaty,” you lamented, glancing across the table at Loki.

He was surrounded by an imposing tower of folders and an array of alien technological systems that rivaled the inventions of Tony Stark. He still obstinately refused to use Midgardian tech, deeming it inferior to what he could procure from elsewhere in the universe. He stopped thumbing through a stack of papers, his eyebrows slanting up as he gave you a bemused look.

“Exactly. Why is the Council giving us a hard time?” added Valkyrie, settling into a chair and pushing a holographic map out of view as she too looked to Loki for an answer. “I did not agree to come to this planet just to be controlled by another group of insane bureaucrats.”

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose, a weary sigh escaping his lips before he responded. “Because they can, I suppose. The entire universe is in chaos – and not the kind I usually revel in, mind you,” he said, casting a sly wink in your direction that immediately made your cheeks flush with heat. You quickly took a sip of your drink as Valkyrie suspiciously peered at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“But, by all the Nine, the governing bodies of this particular realm are so tedious. I can admit I’m at my wits end with these negotiations,” Loki continued, seemingly oblivious to your flustered state.

For the next half hour, the three of you continued to address the unremitting concerns of the new world order. As you brainstormed, the holographic map in the center of the room flashed various graphs and statistics. In any other situation, you’d find meetings like this incredibly irksome, but Loki had a way of keeping you fully engaged.

Why did you find everything about him so alluring? Your heart fluttered as you watched him reading over his notes as the conversation lulled, the urge to reach across the table and smooth the deep creases on his brow overwhelming. When he ran his thumb under his bottom lip as his eyes flitted back and forth across the page before him, you couldn’t help but imagine how his lips might feel against yours…

When you realized you’d been staring, you fumbled with your own notes, ignoring the smug expression on Valkyrie’s face.

“I believe we have a solid plan,” Loki said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And if all else fails, I can always use my charm to persuade them otherwise.” At his words, a flash of seidr shot from the palm of his hand as five more Lokis appeared around their commander.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Valkyrie sneered, rolling her eyes as she stood up from the table. Loki waved his duplicates away with a huff, turning around as the door creaked open behind him. Thor sauntered in, his eyes glued to his phone as his wide frame strode through the glowing data projections.

“Ah, how kind of you to join us, brother,” Loki scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just discussing the most recent inane request presented to us by your friends at the Disunited Nations.”

Thor grunted in response, still mindlessly scrolling. Loki, however, was not so easily dismissed.

“Care to verbalize those rousing thoughts, your majesty?” he said sharply, his frustration palpable.

Shit. You stared at Valkyrie, eyes wide. The last thing you wanted was to be caught up in an altercation between two brooding demigods. She subtly shook her head, motioning for you to join her in the kitchen.

As you stood, the blonde Asgardian bristled, finally glancing up from the device dwarfed in his palm. “Erm, sorry. What is it you’re rambling on about?” Thor muttered, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“The prospect of a fishery…” Loki did little to hide the annoyance in his voice. “As king, I thought you might have an opinion. Clearly, I was mistaken.”

Thor shrugged, scrolling through his phone once more. “I don’t know. You seem to have everything under control. I’ll just… be over here,” he replied, drifting to a nearby chair.

Loki abruptly stood, sending his belongings to his interdimensional pocket with a flick of his wrist.

“I see. Then we will move ahead with our plan– ” he paused, giving you a knowing look across the room as he walked toward the door “ –to continue the monitoring and not risk further contamination with foolhardy farming practices.”

Thor let out another grunt as Loki exited the cabin, turning to you and Valkyrie with a look of indifference. “What’s got his cape in a twist?”

Damn it. You quickly dismissed yourself, snatching your tablet from the table and hurrying after Loki. It was dark out now, but not so dark that you couldn’t make out his stately form descending the hillside. At least three of your strides equaled one of his, and you found yourself breaking into a graceless jog as you struggled to catch up with the god.

Before you could stop yourself, you shouted out his name. Loki turned on his heel and held up his hand, conjuring an orb of glimmering light.

“S-sorry, hey,” you panted as you finally reached where he stood waiting. “I thought we could walk back together?”

He pursed his lips, glancing over your shoulder at Valkyrie’s cabin. Perhaps this wasn’t your brightest idea. After what felt like an eternity, Loki responded.

“Of course. I- I should not have made such a hasty exit. Apologies for my imprudent behavior.” He spoke with a twinge of forced formality that sent your mind reeling. He obviously wanted to be alone right now.

“Oh. No worries,” you replied almost too casually, cringing internally as you fell in step alongside him. The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes, and it took every ounce of your resolve not to gawk at the handsome god. The way the moonlight illuminated his sharp features was absolutely devastating and definitely not something you’d be thinking about as you drifted off to sleep later.

You turned your focus to the warm glow emanating from Loki’s floating orb, humming in delight as you observed the tendrils of gold light wafting through the nipping sea air. You were endlessly fascinated by his seidr, from his masterful displays of sorcery and deception on New Asgard’s training fields to simpler charms such as this. Everything about Loki was beautiful. Otherworldly. Unattainable.

He finally spoke up again, his tone guarded. “I do hope I didn’t cause any offense,” he said, his eyes darting over to you briefly before flicking away. “Thor and I… it’s complicated.”

You shook your head. “No, no, not at all,” you replied, trying to sound reassuring. “Your reaction was justified.”

There was another moment of silence before Loki let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. “He’s– things are just very different now.”

He was right. Everything was different. You tried to ignore the ache in your own grief-stricken heart as you cautiously reached out to touch Loki’s arm, hoping to offer some comfort. “I know,” you said softly.

Loki glanced down at your hand on his arm, then back up at you, his expression softening a little. “You do know, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched as you regarded him, taking in the way his eyes sparked with an intensity you’d never seen before. It sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about you in the same way you thought of him. Perhaps it was simply a trick of the glimmering light?

“And that’s part of the problem,” he continued. “Thor blames himself for everyone’s loss. Not just our people’s.”

Oh.

Suddenly he stopped walking, and you realized you’d reached the small gate that led to your cottage. For a moment, you hesitated, reluctant to say goodnight just yet. Loki had never spoken this openly with you before, and you didn’t want the conversation to end.

“Would you like to come in for some tea?” you asked as the twinkling orb disappeared from the space between you. Had he kept it lit only for your benefit?

“Ah, I’m afraid I must prepare for my journey to Vanaheim tomorrow.” He gave you a sad smile as you opened your gate, no doubt detecting the confusion on your face. “A strictly diplomatic visit. Valkyrie is aware. And it’s probably best if I spend some time away from New Asgard.”

“Well, the offer stands. You, me, and a cup of tea. Perhaps when you return?” you asked, attempting to conceal the disappointment in your voice. Loki didn’t owe you anything, after all.

“Of course. When I return.”

The next few days were relatively uneventful, all things considered. You continued your research of now-endangered fish species, while Valkyrie prepared for a convening with neighboring republics. Loki was off-planet, as were Nebula and Rocket.

And you hadn’t seen Thor since the meeting the other night, which was why you now found yourself in the God of Thunder’s cluttered cottage. He’d hastily greeted you at the door, pulling his long unkempt hair into a half ponytail before haphazardly scooping up an assortment of dirty dishes and carrying them to his kitchen.

“Thor, about the other night,” you began, plopping down on your usual spot on the sofa – the cushion nearest the fireplace. It was the one with the least amount of stains.

“Would you like some ale?” he asked roughly, avoiding eye contact as he opened his refrigerator door. You knew he was trying to avoid the subject, as he always did when confronted like this. But you weren’t going to let up so easily this time.

“Thor…”

He continued to ignore you, the sound of glass bottles clinking together echoing through the room like tiny bells ringing out in unison.

“You could, you know, try to be a bit more involved with– ” you paused, searching for the right words. “Human affairs. The people adore you, you know.”

“Perhaps they did. In the past.” Releasing a small grunt, Thor settled down on the sofa next to you. “But I’m afraid your attempts at flattery are in vain, little mortal.”

“I may just be a mortal, Thor, but I am doing the best I can with the hand we’ve been dealt. We all are. And regardless of whatever you think, we need your help.”

He merely scoffed, handing you a bottle of beer before putting his headset on and returning to his video game. Of course you had interrupted him in the middle of some imaginary battle.

Thor Odinson, king of Asgard, ancient warrior, Avenger, god among men. Toiling his eternal days away in a too-small, too-dark cottage, drinking ale and talking shit to teenagers halfway across the globe as he numbed himself to everything around him.

He had lost his purpose.

You empathized with him, you really did. And perhaps you were out of line to address him in such a manner. But in all the time you’d known him, he’d never once displayed even the smallest flicker of sovereignty. No, that responsibility had fallen upon his younger brother’s shoulders. And you could see the toll it was taking on Loki.

When I return.

His parting words echoed in your mind like distant thunder, each rumble a reminder of the restless storm brewing in your heart. You weren’t entirely sure if Loki would actually be returning this time. Perhaps it was the way he had looked at you when he said it – the mask of his unwavering stoicism falling aside for the briefest moment to reveal a kind of hesitant sorrow.

Tension swelled within you, like charged air, ready to erupt at any moment. The deep-seated longing you had tried to suppress for so long now was overpowering any modicum of resolve that remained within you. All you could do was hope the storm would eventually pass.

Frustrated, you sat in silence for a few more minutes before the urge to speak became overwhelming.

“Loki can’t keep going on this way. Managing everything himself,” you blurted out, curling a leg under you as you shifted to face the larger-than-life Asgardian.

“Ah, and there it is. It isn’t diplomacy, or the people of New Asgard, or even me you’re worried about here. It’s my brother.”

Thor punctuated those last three words, and they hit you like bolts of lightning, electrifying every nerve in your body. You winced at the intensity of his tone, but you couldn’t deny it was the truth. Loki’s predicament weighed heavily on your mind. You knew that you needed to gather your wits and find a way to respond, but for now, all you could do was stare at Thor, a silent plea in your eyes, hoping that he would understand the depth of your concern.

“It’s all right. He’s done it before,” Thor continued, casting you a sideways glance.

“Done what before?” you asked, baffled.

“Led the people of Asgard. Without me.”

What? You’d have to address that later. Thor must have somehow noted the look of abject shock on your face because he continued to divulge as he continuously – annoyingly – tapped a button on his game controller.

“Loki has always been better at this sort of thing. Since we were mere children, he’s always had the answers to all of our problems. The problems I inevitably create.”

You straightened your back, voice resolute despite your growing nerves.

“But do you want him to leave? Forever? He’s– you’re all the other has, Thor. If you keep pushing him away– I’m afraid he feels he has no reason to stay.”

“I say this with no malice, but unlike you, I’ve known Loki for a thousand years. He is not going anywhere,” Thor replied matter-of-factly. “He cares for our people more than he’s willing to openly admit.”

“That may be true, Thor. But– ”

“And you,” he interrupted, pausing his game and looking at you, his deep blue eyes searching your own. “You are reason enough for him to stay. Certainly you’ve realized that.”

For the second time in a matter of minutes, Thor had managed to completely stun you. You were reason enough? Surely he was mistaken. Despite all the small, genial moments between you, did Loki even consider you a friend? Much less someone worth sticking around for?

You opened your mouth, but no words formed on your heavy tongue. Instead, you heard your own incredulous laugh ringing around the room. None of this made sense.

“Thor, I– ”

“You’re not gonna believe the haul we got!” Rocket interrupted, scurrying through Thor’s front door and disrupting any thoughts that had started to form in your bewildered mind.

“Well, c’mon!” the raccoon panted, beckoning you both into the yard.

It was long past dusk, but the glow of the Guardian’s ship was unmistakable along the cliffside. You waved as Nebula exited the spacecraft, rolling her eyes as Rocket excitedly pulled open a hatch revealing a collection of foreign weapons.

“Thor, you shoulda been there. I’m tellin’ ya, it was wild…”

You greeted Nebula with a teasing eye roll of your own. “Successful expedition then?”

“If you consider obtaining inferior technology successful, then yes,” she replied simply, walking over to Thor’s makeshift fire pit. A mischievous grin spread across her face, reminding you of Loki. “I would like to make a fire.”

You glanced over at Thor, who seemed quite preoccupied with Rocket’s latest collection of artillery. At least something had him excited.

“Well, then, let’s make a fire,” you responded, clapping your hands together as you searched the darkened ground for something to use as kindling. “Go grab some firewood. Thor keeps it stacked out back,” you nodded at the lean-to behind his cottage. Nebula let out a dramatic huff as she headed off to grab the wood, and you chuckled as you gathered up some dry twigs and leaves.

Minutes later, the fire crackled to life, illuminating the darkness with its warm glow. Nebula settled down next to you on one of the logs surrounding the amber blaze, looking immensely pleased with herself. Once Thor noticed the merriment happening fireside, he tore his attention away from Rocket’s collection of weapons and came over to join you. His massive frame loomed over the lapping flames, his golden hair creating an ethereal outline around his chiseled face. For a brief moment, he looked younger, raw power radiating from his being. As flickering embers rose around him, you regarded him as the impressive god he was. Yet, as he passed you a large bottle of mead, you noted the hint of weariness lingering in his eyes.

He needed to be reminded of who he used to be. Who he could still be.

“Tell us about the time you slayed the Bilgesnipe hoard,” you giddily implored, hoping to distract him by recalling one of your favorite stories. He’d told it countless times before, but it never failed to entertain.

“Bilgesnipes, eh?” murmured Rocket, curling his lip as he grabbed the mead from your clutch. “I’ve heard their teeth can fetch a pretty penny.”

“Oh, what an epic day that was!” Thor beamed, his large hand falling heavily on Rocket’s back, knocking the wind out of the raccoon. “I was in the wilds of Asgard with the great warrior Volstagg, when all of a sudden…”

You listened intently for the next ten minutes as Thor paced around the roaring fire, jovially describing the most disgusting details of the carnage he inflicted upon the mythical creatures.

“And then– ” Thor paused, eyeballing one of the discarded weapons on the ground beyond the pit. He walked over to it and picked it up, examining it with a playful snicker.

“I wielded the mighty Mjölnir, hurling it right between the antlers of the pack leader,” he said, dramatically lifting the alien artillery above his head.

“Go on then, show us how it’s done!” you shouted as you rose to your feet, feeling the effects of the Asgardian mead rush to your head. Nebula and Rocket both looked skeptical, but you egged him on, enthralled by the idea of seeing Thor wield the foreign weapon in his signature style.

He grinned, swinging the silver contraption around his head with a flourish. But just as he was about to release it toward the cliffside, the weapon malfunctioned, shooting off sparks and emitting a loud, ear-piercing screech.

Then everything went black.

It had been a long day. A long few days, Loki thought as he poured himself a cup of tea. Taking a slow sip, his keen eyes narrowed as he stared at Stormbreaker leaning against his kitchen island. It was probably time to return the axe to Thor – if he even missed it at all.

Loki was teetering on the verge of exhaustion, and hadn’t even bothered to change out of his ceremonial armor. He had spent the last three days on Vanaheim, checking in on the realm’s remaining population. He would never be able to shake the nagging responsibility he still felt to the citizens of the Nine, especially his mother’s people. Not after he had failed them on such a massive scale.

In the immediate aftermath of the Snap, Thor had joined him on these royal visits across the galaxy, but now Loki went it alone. A small part of him still felt the sting of collective disappointment from the Vanir when he arrived via the Bifrost without his brother. It wasn’t that Thor didn’t care, though, and deep down, Loki knew that. He just hoped the others understood.

You understood, at least. And even though he’d been realms away, Loki could not escape you. He didn’t want to.

Just yesterday, as he observed the Vanir children practicing seidr, one of the younglings had conjured a small orb of light, and Loki was overwhelmed with thoughts of you. How your face lit up every time he displayed even the smallest bit of magic. How your infectious wonderment was slowly chipping away at his resolve. How he felt a spark of something he thought he’d never experience again each time you touched him, always so gentle, as if you were afraid he would break…

A sudden bang made him spin around, instinctively conjuring his daggers as his mug clattered to the floor. The front door had flung open with such force that it splintered around the hinges, its agonizing creak reverberating around the cottage like a death knell.

Loki huffed, dissipating his weapons as he realized who the culprit was.

“Nebula, I have warned you– ”

“Loki.”

Something about her tone had a bitterness burning his throat – the usual monotonous cadence he’d come to expect from the humanoid had been replaced with something else. A sense of urgency? Before he could swallow down the acrid taste in his mouth and respond, all hell broke loose.

Everything happened all at once and yet Loki felt like time stopped. A guttural howl cut through the biting wind. Thor. It was a sound he’d hoped to never hear again. Loki’s heart lurched, then plummeted to the depths of the earth’s core as Nebula stepped aside, revealing his brother’s imposing form, outlined by glowing moonlight in the darkened doorway.

Thor’s shirt and forearms were smeared with a dark red substance, your slack body clutched against his chest.

No.

Loki lunged forward as Thor stumbled into the cottage. The look of sheer panic on his brother’s face sent a surge of fear into the depths of Loki’s soul.

No.

“What have you done?” Loki barked out, his hands hovering apprehensively above your body, afraid to touch you.

“They– I– I shot them, Loki,” Thor stuttered, his blue eyes conveying a portentous sorrow Loki hadn’t seen since their mother died.

NO.

This couldn’t be happening. Loki’s chest constricted as his eyes frantically darted from Thor’s stricken face to your pallid one. You looked… were you? He shook the macabre thought from his mind. No. Not you. Not if he could help it.

“Fuck! Here, put them down. Gently.” Loki quickly cleared a spot on his kitchen table with a flick of his wrist.

“Nebula,” Loki said tersely. “How did this happen? What type of weaponry did this?” He glanced at Thor, who still had not let go of your body despite it being strewn across the wooden table. Loki’s brows furrowed in earnest concentration as he returned his attention to you, magically removing your coat and sweater as his fingertips ghosted over your wound. He flicked his head to the side as he slowly, carefully began to weave his seidr around the gaping flesh.

“It was an accident. I– I swear it,” Thor sputtered, choking down a sob.

“Enough!” Loki bellowed, the intensity of his outburst causing Thor to finally release you from his grasp. “Get out of the way, you useless oaf, and let me handle this. Like I’ve always done,” Loki growled before nodding at Nebula.

“Tell me.”

“Contraxian. There was a malfunction,” Nebula answered somberly. Loki’s eyes once again focused on the laceration across your midriff, noting your breathing seemed to be a bit less labored than before.

“Accident or not, this is too much blood.” Loki’s voice was unwavering, but he could no longer conceal the anxiety creeping across his features. He just needed to stop the bleeding.

Loki steadied himself with a deep, measured breath before drawing on every bit of power he possessed. As he felt the eerily familiar surge of energy course through his veins, Loki thought back to the last time he’d been forced to access this facet of his seidr. That cursed day on the Statesman. He would not – could not – fail this time. But you’d lost so much blood already.

Far too much for a mortal.

“Can’t you do something?” his brother implored, running a hand through his wild blonde hair as he paced around the room.

“I am doing something, but I am not a healer, Thor!”

“Wake up, kid,” panted Rocket. In the brief moment Loki had taken his eyes off of you, the raccoon had hopped onto the table and was now peering down at you. A cold fury burned in Loki’s gaze as he watched the creature pat your cheek with a small paw.

Your eyes fluttered open and Loki finally exhaled the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in.

“See? They’re fine. It’s just a flesh wound, drama queen,” Rocket commented as he leaned over your wound, examining the tendrils of seidr. They weaved around the lesion, binding together to create a bandage of pulsating, shimmering gold. “Yeah. Yeah. I’ve seen worse– ”

That fucking furry arsehole.

“Move back, you insolent rabbit,” Loki spat, giving the raccoon a malicious glare. “And better yet, leave. Now. Before I turn you into a fur stole.”

He continued to thread his seidr around your fragile body, praying to the Norns above that it would be enough.

“Loki…” you groaned, lifting your eyes to meet his. The sound of his name on your lips sent a small rush of relief through Loki. But your dazed expression let him know that you were having trouble focusing. He wondered if you even realized what had transpired. You let out a rugged sigh as you attempted to sit up, but Loki gently pressed a steady hand against your shoulder.

“No, don’t move. Please. Conserve your energy,” he implored, running his fingers along your face.

“I’m– I’m okay.” You gave him a weak smile, reaching out to him before your eyes fluttered shut again. Loki wrapped his fingers around your trembling hand in an effort to calm you both.

“Yea– yes. You’re going to be okay,” he repeated in a whisper, unsure if it was for your benefit or his. He glanced down at the lesion again, and though his vision was slightly blurred from the tears frustratingly welling in his eyes, he could see that he’d been successful this time.

“I– I think I’ve stopped the bleeding,” he said finally, looking around the room and finding no solace there.

Exasperated and drained, he grabbed his cape from a nearby chair, wrapping it around your body before lifting you into his arms as he turned to Thor and Nebula.

“But we need the healers. Now.”

Loki jolted awake at the sound of the door closing. Slivers of receding sunlight filtered through the aluminum blinds, casting long streaks of light across the modest space. It took Loki a moment to find his bearings, and he blinked slowly, watching the warm light dance across the walls.

Someone had been in your room at the clinic, and he’d slept through it. Norns, when had he dozed off?

His gaze flitted between your motionless form and the intravenous bag at your bedside. Grimacing, he wiped an embarrassing amount of dribble from his lips. Gods, I am truly losing it, he thought. He discarded the open book in his lap as he stood, stretching his aching limbs and following the attendant into the hallway.

Loki grasped the woman’s shoulder as she filed a chart, an irritated expression marring his face.

“What did you give them?” he demanded hoarsely, voice still thick with remnants of sleep.

“Something for the pain,” the nurse explained. Her voice was kind. Soft. Forgiving. It reminded Loki of his mother. It made him furious.

“While the healers were able to mend the wound and provide a sleeping spell, pain management is still necessary,” she continued.

You were in pain.

Loki huffed, warily turning back to look through the doorway at you. His brows furrowed as he regarded your current state. Was the extent of your injury so severe you needed something more than Aesir magic could provide?

He flinched when the nurse patted his shoulder. Are all Midgardian healers this bold? he wondered.

“Nothing to be concerned about,” she continued, obviously sensing his unease. “I assure you, your highness, it is a common treatment for humans.”

“Right. Of course.”

He gave a curt nod and quietly made his way back to what had to be the most wretched chair in the universe, shifting his thighs on the seat in an attempt to find a comfortable position. He glanced at you, your body lax against the meager, rigid hospital cot. At that moment, Loki made a mental note to secure funding to update the clinic’s furnishings.

By all the Nine. He never imagined this would be his life: Thinking of ways to improve the day-to-day operations of the Midgardian healthcare system. Negotiating border policies and peace treaties with diplomats. Researching patterns of pollen limitation. Reading your infuriatingly charming reports about the migration patterns of fish…

Of course, these were not things totally unfamiliar to him. He was a prince, after all. A beacon of diplomacy and guile. But Thanos had changed everything. Loki winced as he tried to shake the dark memories encroaching on his mind. He inhaled, focusing on his surroundings.

The uncomfortable chair. The fading scent of antiseptic. The acrid taste lingering on his tongue. The cool leather against his skin. The dull beeping of machines by the bed. The mortal before him.

Not just any mortal, though. You.

Your presence alone challenged the carefully measured control he held over his emotions. And, much to Loki’s chagrin, you had managed to wind your way into his heart. It had changed him in ways he had never thought possible.

Loki let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to get a grip. But he did not leave your side.

“Can you hear me?” he asked softly, inching closer to the bed. There was no answer, only the sound of your faint snores. The sleeping spell was working, then.

You looked so meek. So fragile. It pained him to see you this way. Part of him wondered what would happen if you suddenly awoke to find him there. Would you be pleasantly surprised? Confused? Or worse, disappointed to find that he was the one watching over you?

Would you even care? His heart constricted painfully in his chest at the thought.

He concluded that he would accept whatever outcome. Any response at all would relieve him of the incessant worry churning in the pit of his stomach. He just needed to know you were going to be okay.

Loki’s eyes burned as he blinked back tears. One large hand raked through his wild curls, and he scowled as he shifted back into the seat. How could you have been so careless?

“You infuriate me.” He felt half-mad, confessing to you this way.

“You brilliant, reckless creature. It’s no wonder Thor befriended you. You’re always too eager to go along with his half-brained schemes.”

Loki, admittedly, had been reluctant to accept your friendship. He wondered now why he’d fought against it for so long. He leaned forward, cautiously caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“I’ve not been a good friend to you, have I?”

He paused, recalling all the times you’d been so infuriatingly kind to him. How he wished he had not refused your invitation for tea. Perhaps if he’d been more open with you, perhaps if he had stayed…

“The way you look at me,” he continued. “The way you see me… I don’t deserve it. None of us do.”

“Thor’s guilt is slowly consuming him. And I don’t know what to do. I realize we all have our own ways of coping. Dealing with this… immense loss. What I do know is that I cannot stand by and let you become a victim of his destructive behavior.”

Loki leaned forward, taking your hand in his. What a fool he’d been, so assured that his burgeoning infatuation would pass. A lopsided smile crossed his face as he looked at you, and he finally let the walls around his heart come crashing down.

“I– I care for you, too much to let any harm come your way. I only wish I had realized it sooner.”

With a deep sigh, he rested his head on the mattress, his raven curls fanning across your thigh as his eyes fluttered closed. He never let go of your hand.

This time, Loki heard when someone entered the room but didn’t bother moving away from your bedside.

“I’ve never seen the prince act with such concern for anyone,” a lilted voice commented.

“I have known Loki his entire life. And though he may often refuse to acknowledge his own feelings, I have no doubt he cares fiercely for those he loves.”

Loki frowned, recognizing the second voice immediately. It was Eir, Odin’s former head physician and now New Asgard’s top healer.

“I’m awake, you know,” Loki finally responded when he heard the younger healer leave the room.

“Yes, and that’s exactly why I said what I said.” Eir cast Loki a cautious glance as he righted himself, a glow of seidr washing over him, concealing any lingering signs of exhaustion.

“You cannot hide from me, boy. You’ve been sitting vigil here for nearly a full day. And don’t think I’m unaware of the toll the magicks you wielded to stabilize your friend took on your body. When was the last time you actually slept, Loki?”

The nerve. Loki stood to his full height in an attempt to regain some semblance of power. He peered down at the old healer, her keen glare meeting his own. Her silver brows furrowed, wrinkles carving an ancient map across her face. Loki sometimes wondered if she was as old as the Norns themselves.

“That is no concern of yours, Eir,” Loki responded haughtily, rolling his shoulders back and regally tossing his dark locks over his shoulder. “And I would remind you to not speak so casually when in the presence of the crowned prince of Asgard, lest you forget your place again.”

Of course, Eir was right, and he knew it. Perhaps that is what bothered him most of all.

He had to get out of here. He didn’t want to leave you, but he knew he couldn’t stay another minute. Loki bundled his cape in one large fist and strode past her.

“Your friend is going to be okay, Loki. I promise you, by Frigga’s grace.”

Loki froze at the mention of his mother’s name. He closed his eyes as his fingers curled around the doorframe, bracing himself for an impact that never came. Still, he did not turn around.

“Once the sleeping charm wears off, we’ll discharge them. Likely sometime tomorrow morning. Do you want to be informed when that happens?”

Finally, Loki glanced over his shoulder, his narrowed eyes flitting from you back to Eir.

“Ah, no. No, that won’t be necessary.” He turned and walked into the hallway before exalting a final command.

“You will alert my brother when it is time to accompany our friend back home, understood?”

He didn’t wait for the response.

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Title: Persuasion Pairing: m!Eivor x fem!Reader x Alexios Rating: M Summary: It takes both Eivor and Alexios to convince you to join them on their summer raid to England. Blame @mrsragnarlodbrok for this filth. ❤️

THE WATER IS warm and relaxing after a long day’s hunt, but the reprieve is interrupted by a messenger from the south named Ragn. He brings word from Eivor Wolfsmal —a summons to meet and discuss plans for the summer raiding season. The arrival of the raids means good plunder for those who partake, but for your people, it means the time to start planting rocky fields and making stores for the next winter is nigh approaching too.

There is a reason your people have not gone a viking in so long —the winters are growing longer and colder, and you cannot risk losing the menfolk, else everyone starve. But Ragn tells you Eivor has set his sights to the west, to the foretold riches of East Anglia and beyond. You thank him for the message and sink further into the cooling water before calling for one of the members of your vanguard, asking her to call upon your bannermen to prepare for departure. At dawn, you will travel south and meet Eivor of the Raven Clan’s call —for old time’s sake, if nothing else.

It is not an overly long journey south, nor is it a short one traveling across rocky crags and rushing streams. It takes nigh two moons before you can see the walls of Eivor’s settlement rising on the horizon —guarding the dark and frigid waters of the fjord beyond. Horns sound to announce the arrival, and Eivor rides out to meet you and your traveling party. People have trickled in for the last fortnight, and you are among the last to arrive —the one he’s wanted to see the most.

He dismounts his white mare as you slide from the back of your mount too and approaches you with welcome arms and warmth in his smile. The years have not changed him. He is still handsome and kindly as ever. He embraces you, a quick greeting between old friends. “Welcome,” Eivor says, then he spares a moment to look you over from head to toe. He feels as though time has not been as gentle to him as it has to you. “You look well,” he remarks.

You reach out, resting a hand on his scarred cheek, and smile up at him. “As do you.” Eivor covers your hand with his own, fingers curling around yours. He pulls your hand from his cheek and places a quick kiss on your knuckle. You ride at Eivor’s side, your traveling party trailing along, single file with the wagons at the head through the streets, stopping at the heart of the settlement before the great hall. Dismounting, you look around at the wood and stone buildings, noting how much the once small harbor has grown in recent years.

“Come with me,” Eivor says, motioning for you to follow him through the muddy streets to the harbor. You wave to your bannermen, and they disperse among the barracks and market —offloading crates and barrels of goods from wagons and carts for trade. Horns sound again, marking the arrival of three longships bearing white sails with a dark eagle clutching a serpent in its talons. The last of those who Eivor summoned for the meeting.

A man wearing pale brown leathers, a mantle of grey fur, and blue wool disembarks from the arriving longship, drawing back his hood. Most of the gathered Jarls you are familiar with, but this is a new and strange face. One who does not belong so far north. His dark hair is matted into locks shorn at his shoulders and adorned with golden beads —his skin is sun-kissed, and his eyes dark. Eivor approaches the man on the wharf, and they both size each other up in a moment of tense silence. The façade quickly breaks with Eivor’s laugh. “Alexios!” He greets.

Alexios clasps Eivor on the shoulder, smiling. “It has been too long, my friend,” he remarks —dark gaze straying to where you wait beneath an arch of wood and stone. But curiosities can be slaked later; for now, it is time to prepare for the feast.

NINE OF THE eleven Jarls who have answered the call retire for the evening. Their absence leaves you sitting between Eivor and Alexios at the table strewn with overturned cups and empty plates —still unconvinced it’s in your people’s best interests to join the summer raids of an all but unknown land. Too much is at stake for you to carelessly venture west.

“You’ve yet to persuade me, Wolf-kissed,” you note, setting aside your cup. The promise of riches alone is not enough to send men to an early grave. “I have my people I must care for and women and children who will lose their husbands and fathers.” Where others could make do with the absence of menfolk during the warm months, your clan could not —only a handful of men joined the raids each year. Every person contributed to the survival of the whole so far north. “Our winters are longer than yours here in the south,” you remind him.

Alexios regards you carefully, a smile tugging at his lips. He’s not said much this evening, but his dark eyes have been busy —watching. He sees a strong will, a sharp wit, and a gentle heart. The makings of a leader loved by the masses. That’s without considering the respect you commanded from the others who have seen more summers than you. He has to admire that after encountering so many weak-willed leaders in his years.

“Perhaps another drink will help ease your worries,” Eivor says, pouring a fresh cup of mead and sliding it across the table for you to take. Even drunk, you do not think you’d willingly throw away so many lives for the spoils of the summer raids. He’s adamant, though. “I know there are riches and fertile land to the west,” Eivor tells you. “You need not endure the harsh winters if your people can call Anglia home.”

“It’s true,” Alexios supplements, “I’ve been there before.” He has wandered around the world for centuries and knows Eivor and others speak the truth about the land once named Britannia. “Thick forests and rolling green hills as far as the eye can see.” It sounds too good to be true —like a dream. “You see,” Alexios continues, “the true riches lie not in gold or silver, but the fertile earth. There’s more than enough land for your people to make a new home,” he tells you.

“Still,” you say, looking between the two men flanking your sides, “I shall have to think on it.” It is no small thing to ask that you uproot your people on a whim for an uncertain future in a strange land, but perhaps you could join them to see this land and its riches for yourself. Though, it is still something that must be considered without the strong mead fogging your senses.

Alexios leans forward, crossing his arms on the table. He looks past you to Eivor —who seems to be in the same mindset as him. He’s certainly not immune to the charms of a woman such as you, and neither is Eivor, considering the looks he’s shared with you over the course of the evening. “Perhaps we can convince you to join us,” he says, voice gruffer than just moments before.

Eyes flitting between both men, you catch onto the game they’re playing. You’re not one to shy away from such games, and it’s an easy choice to decide to play along with whatever they might be scheming. “And how will you do that?” You challenge, lifting a brow.

“Do you know how to wield a spear?” Alexios asks —you catch the double meaning of his question easily enough. Had any other Jarl asked such a thing, you’d have emptied your cup over their head, but there’s a certain allure and charm to Alexios with his sharp features and tawny-gold eyes.

“I do,” you answer, letting another sip of mead wash away what little inhibitions are left for the evening. “I can skewer a boar and bring a man to his knees,” you note. Eivor knows you can do both with ease —he’s seen you hunt before, knows what it’s like to have you writhing as he fucks you.

“How about you, Alexios? Can you wield a spear?” You query, lifting your cup to hide a bold and enticing smile. He moves as soon as you set your cup on the table, drawing you into his lap, hands instantly finding the ties of your soft gambeson and the pale tunic below —as though he’s been waiting for this moment since first setting eyes on you hours prior. The gambeson slips to the floor, and you rid yourself of the thin tunic without care. His lips are warm and soft against yours when he kisses you, palms pressing flat against your breasts.

He leans down, mouth latching onto your neck with a gentle bite that makes you gasp. Alexios moves down your chest until his lips wrap around one taut nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud and drawing a moan from your traitorous lips. You feel him smile against you —the press of his teeth against your chest in a broad grin. You catch Eivor’s gaze, and the color on his cheeks as your hands trail down Alexios’s chest —you can feel the firm muscles in his abdomen beneath your hands and his half-hard cock pressing into your thigh. He offers no resistance when you start unlacing the ties of his pants.

His cock is thick, heavy, and hot in your hand as you wrap your fingers around him —feeling each rigid vein. You can’t help but imagine the feel of them dragging along your walls as he fucks you. Your cunt tightens at the thought —a shiver crawls down your spine, and warmth pools in your belly. What you’d give to mount him like a stallion —you can already feel the aching burn of him stretching you open. But for now, you’ll settle for this. Alexios’s head tips back. The muscles in his neck tense. You lean into him, lips dragging along his jawline, and when he groans, it reverberates through you both. His breath stutters as you start slow. A teasing, languid pace —letting your entire hand explore him.

Eivor shifts in his chair —you can feel the heat of his stare without sparing him a glance. “You’re awfully quiet, Eivor,” you muse, still peppering kisses along Alexios’s neck and letting his calloused hands explore what skin they can. “Still not over that night?” You tease, breath catching when Alexios nips at your collarbone —the scruff of his beard leaving a burning trail that his tongue soothes. “Must’ve been, what? Four years ago, now?” Eivor does not answer. He won’t give you the satisfaction of knowing how many times the thought of you has kept him warm at night.

Your gaze drops to Alexios’s cock as you give him another long stroke from base to tip. Flushed, thick, and throbbing against your skin. You stop holding back —hand moving faster and wrist twisting on each upstroke— and Alexios cannot restrain himself any longer. He feels a fool for coming undone so quickly, but there’s magic in your touch, especially after a long voyage at sea.

“Is this any way to treat your host?” Eivor japes, and you can hear the bitter jealously in his voice as he watches. “Casting him aside to watch?”

“Come now, Eivor,” you chide. “You’ll have your fun later.” The way you say it, taunting and teasing with your hand wrapped around another man’s cock makes this all seem like a competition. If it is, at least it is a game where you will all be victorious.

“Is this not part of the sacred guest-rights?” Alexios asks, his voice half-strangled from how your hand works his cock but amused too. His body arches into you, pulling you against him, and his lips part as he moans unabashedly. It isn’t loud, but it is guttural and desperate, and it makes your core ache with want. Your hand doesn’t stop working him even as he spills himself over your fingers, drawing out his orgasm for as long as you can until you slow to a stop, and he begins to relax —catching his breath.

But he’s quick to begin taking what he wants. Alexios kisses your neck, moving down your body —the rough pads of fingers trailing along your sides, but it’s not enough. He needs more, wants more, and it’s impulse and desire when he sweeps his arms out, knocking the plates and cups in front of him to the floor. Alexios lifts you from his lap onto the edge of the table —hurriedly pulling at the ties of your britches as you toe off your boots.

Eivor inhales sharply, seeing you bare and splayed out on the table. His tongue darts out to dampen his lips. Memory reminds him of how sweet you tasted and how prettily you’d moaned for him, and he can barely stand the thought of not being the one between your thighs.

Alexios slinks down to look upon his second meal —eager to devour. You feel the stubble of his jaw tickle the crest of one hip and then the other before feeling his breath against your aching center. He kisses the inside of each thigh, then suckles and bites a mark in the same place on each side, laving over the little marks with his tongue. Alexios does not know what will come of this night, though he will leave a lasting impression on you to remember him by for the coming days —and maybe have you coming back to warm his bed on these cold northern nights.

He nuzzles his face against your cunt, inhaling the heady scent —drunk off the smell— and Alexios wrenches an incredulous noise from your throat when his tongue darts out, licking a flat stripe over you, stopping to circle your clit. He repeats the action thrice over, each time adding more pressure —devouring your cunt with attention like a man supping on his last meal, and he will be sure to have his fill. Reaching down, you twine your hands into his dark hair, and he peers up, dark eyes almost black with desire but still shining gold in the firelight. It’s easy to forget you and Alexios are not alone.

His tongue and mouth are insistent but soft, warm, and wet —a practiced lover— and he groans in delight against you when he feels your hips rise from the table and start to roll against his tongue. Alexios thinks himself a simple devotee worshipping at the altar of a goddess.

Every time you make a new noise, it just makes him more voracious —makes his cock stir again, but right now is about you and he’s determined not to stop until you’re shaking. He loops his arms under your thighs and moves his fingers to spread you open farther —letting his thumbs rub up and down your folds, gathering the slick. Then he eases one finger into your cunt, curling, and stroking, then adds a second. It’s devastating —the gentle pressure with each flick of his tongue on your clit— your breath comes in short gasps, chest heaving until it all erupts in slow sparks and smoldering flames.

It's the plummet of a longship’s prowl after cresting a wave when gravity takes its full force. The slow build of heat low in your belly takes to flames fanned by bellows. Alexios curls his fingers just right and feels your body tighten and seize. Your back arches off the tabletop and your ragged cry of ecstasy fill the room as you quiver.

Alexios raises his head, lips and chin glistening in the low light of the empty mead hall. He eases you down, hands stroking the insides of your thighs, and his lips find the skin below your navel before he draws you off the table and back into his lap. You tremble still when he drags the scruff of his jaw over your breasts and clavicles —promptly burying his face into your neck and listening as your heartbeat slows.

Fingers threading into Alexios’s matted locks, you glance at Eivor —his eyes are dark and filled with lust. His breathing is quicker and more labored than it had been during the feast too. Eivor splays his legs open, and you can see the outline of his hard cock through the wool of his britches. You smile for him —knowing it drives him to insanity and jealousy to see you like this because of another man. Alexios’s rough hands slide over your sides and around to your backside, pulling you down and forward against him —so you can feel his cock twitch back to life. A promise the night is not over yet.

But Eivor’s patience has run dry, and he will resign to being a bystander no longer. Rising from his seat, Eivor steps to you and Alexios, tugging your hair and forcing you to look up at him. He cranes down close to your ear and smirks. “My turn,” he rasps, pulling you off Alexios’s lap before scooping you up and over his shoulder and parading through the Great Hall toward his chambers. “Come, my friend,” Eivor calls back to Alexios, “guest-rights would have you take her cunt first.”

Anticipation burns low in your belly as Eivor pushes open the door to his room. Alexios trails a few steps behind —cock half-hanging out of the untied laces of his britches— his hands already fumbling with the ties of his tunic. Then Eivor lets you down from his shoulder and seizes your face in his hands, lips finding yours with burning lust and consuming passion.

You break away, breathless, and start to slide your hands beneath the hem of his tunic, pushing up the coarse crimson wool until he finally rids himself of it. Then your lips trail effortlessly along his heated flesh as you kiss your way from his scarred neck down his chest, then to his stomach, ghosting over the familiar blue-black ink of the runic tattoos accenting his middle. They’re a shade or two lighter than when you last saw him like this.

“Didn’t I tell you you’d have your fun later?” You muse, stopping just below his navel where a trail of hair a shade darker than that on his head begins. His response is a breathy groan as you continue down the path you’d started, falling to your knees in front of him, alas. His hands tangle in your hair as he moans quietly for you, feeling the blood rush as your breath trails dangerously close to the swell of his still-clothed cock.

His jaw clenches in frustration when you slow down, working the ties of his britches. You push the soft leather down his thighs, letting his cock fall free —hard, heavy, and weeping with want. Eivor steps out of his britches, and you press a to kiss his inner thigh, feeling the muscle twitch in anticipation. You kiss his inner thigh and feel the muscle twitch in anticipation. His fingers brush over your jaw, and your lips part to run your tongue across the length of his cock.

You look up at him before circling the head of his cock with your tongue, and he growls, running a hand through your hair affectionately. Your thighs squeeze together, knowing how much he wants your attention makes you feel flushed and warm in the best way. You give him a small smile before you open wider to take the head between your lips and are rewarded with his pleased sigh.

He hisses as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth —can feel the wet of your tongue lapping at him when you hollow your cheeks in. Your eyes are fixed on him, firing with lust as you watch him slowly fall into a haze. His brows furrow, his eyes slip shut, and his mouth parts from the sudden peak of pleasure. He doesn’t expect you to stop so suddenly, though. The aching emptiness between your thighs is enough to drive you mad. You look back at Alexios —he’s bare as you are now, his clothes tossed in a heap at the door, and he’s stroking his cock as he watches.

Rising from your knees, you press your hand to the center of Eivor’s chest, pushing him back toward the bed. He goes without complaint, falling backward into the furs, and you join him, perching on hands and knees —placing a long lick up the underside of his cock before a small sucking kiss on the head and presenting yourself to Alexios for the taking.

Alexios steps up behind you, his hands running over your hips and backside. His fingers dip into your soaked cunt before curling around his cock, stroking himself before pressing into you —slowly, so you can feel each ridge and vein dragging along your walls, filling you. It draws a low moan from you as he bottoms out, then starts thrusting shallowly as you lick a stripe up Eivor’s cock again. You give no warning as you open wide, mouth closing around the head of his cock and slipping halfway down his length. His fingers instinctively yank at your hair, moan cracking in his throat like he’s choking on the sound.

From behind, relentlessly to his snapping hips, Alexios fucks into you. Hard, rigid, merciless through a string of guttural groans and stumbling profanities spoken in a tongue you do not understand. Needy and pitifully pathetic, your aching cunt burns with each thrust, rough pads of his callous fingers digging into the skin of your bare hips. You lay there for him, hands twisted into the fur pelts next to Eivor’s thighs, body jolting and humming with pleasure. You can’t see him, yet you know how he must be —satisfied— and how he must look —chest flushed as incoherent grunts of pleasure bolt his lips.

His thickness splits you inch by inch while he slams in relentlessly, ceaselessly, persistently. Each vein, each ridge, each curve of his cock skidding along the walls of your cunt, driving your body further into oblivion. Alexios’s teeth scrape over your shoulder when he lowers his mouth to your back. One of his hands stays on your waist, anchoring you against him, the other palms your breast, fingers tweaking one nipple then the other. You’re vaguely aware that Alexios and Eivor are saying something to each other, but you’re too distracted by your work to pay attention. You shiver a bit when you feel warm hands come down to grope your breasts, and you let your throat squeeze around him, mind shrouded in a fog of sex.

Alexios looks down at the display of his cock moving in and out of your wet cunt. It’d be a shame not to enjoy what you’re offering in the moment. He leans over you, chest pressed against your back, and kisses your neck —the feel of his hot lips sends a shiver down your spine and makes you clench around his cock. “Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing a handful of your ass to spur you along. You feel the familiar tension blooming in your stomach as he thrusts inside you again and again. The needy little sounds you’re making for him are muffled around Eivor’s cock. Alexios’s bottoming out with every rock of his hips against yours, and this won’t last much longer for either of you —his cock is already throbbing with the prospect of release.

Eivor’s fingers thread into your hair, keeping you against his groin and looking at you like you’re some kind of benevolent goddess. It only makes that heat inside you flare up more. This all feels so good, but you can only offer muffled whines as both of them enjoy your body. You whimper, and the low reverberation and hum of your mouth around his cock is enough to finish Eivor —and you swallow the bitter salt of his seed.

Rough fingertips find your clit, rubbing and stroking until your cunt clamps down tight around his cock, and you lose all sense of focus as the wave of pleasure washes over you —breath reduced to tiny gasps and your thighs shaking. You slump forward, head pillowed on Eivor’s stomach, content to let Alexios work himself to his own finish with your body, and it doesn’t take much time. He comes inside you after a few more sloppy thrusts, cock spasming deep in your cunt, pressed so close against your back you can feel his heart beating fast behind you. The two of you stay together for a minute to get your bearings before he pulls out and steps away.

Eivor’s waited long enough to have your cunt, and he’ll not give you long to recover from how Alexios fucked you. He crawls between your thighs. His eyes hold a certain darkness you’ve never seen before —rooted in jealousy— and his mouth is slightly a gape with his chest rising and falling in heavy heaves. He takes hold of his cock, stroking himself as his spare hand plants to your hip, spreading your legs open wide for his taking. Eivor’s lips quirk into a faint smirk as he guides his cock into you as if to say you’re mine now.

Low and throaty, he hisses to the sensation, eyes momentarily clenching shut to the feel of you as he sinks to the hilt. His thrusts start slow but quicken —he’s thought about having you like this again on many a cold night— cock throbbing and twitching inside you, slipping from your cunt messily each time before plummeting back in. He grunts and curses above you as you plead with sobs of frustration and nigh overstimulation. You’ve never been so well-fucked before.

Your nails dig into his biceps, each thrust presses your breasts tighter to his chest. Eivor dips his head down, teeth scraping over your neck —just above a thrumming pulse. Your body involuntarily reacts, arching into him, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer every time he rolls his hips into yours. His fingertips press hard into your thighs, holding you tight against him, and your back arches with jolting shocks. Eivor’s eyes blacken when his eyes glaze over your body —wanton and bare, completely exposed for him, with your breasts bouncing as he rams in, cock burying deep, deep inside you with each thrust.

He grunts, jaw tightened, his pace never faltering. Your cunt pulses and throbs —Alexios’s seed leaking onto the furs below. Eivor breathes your name, face lowering to yours —mead-tinged breath hot against your lips as he quietly growls, teeth barely grazing your jaw. Persistently, he nips at the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks to match those left by Alexios, as if marking his claim too. “Fuck,” he grits, his eyes frenzied and primal, wild as he asserts his dominance —taking what should have been his all along. It’s the way his throbbing cock works your cunt, the way he perfectly fucks you into pure and utter bliss.

Throaty and gruff, he lets out rough moans, breathy and raggedy, and hot as he shudders, sending shivers of wanting down your spine when you know he’s close. Your head tilts back, and you can see Alexios reclined behind you —watching contentedly. With a few particularly harsh thrusts, you yelp in pleasure, ascending another peak, searing your nerves as he continues to fuck into you, chasing his own end. Eivor’s cock hits your end with a halt, a satisfied grumble of his chest rumbling against your breasts as he finds release, filling you with tingling warmth. Then his head falls forward, forehead pillowed on your breasts, and he lets out a breathy exhale, chest hot and puffing from the exertion. Drawing in a long sigh, Eivor slides his cock from you, rolling off to the side.

Shifting, you rest your head on Alexios’s stomach and drape your legs across Eivor’s. He smooths his hand over your calf and turns his head, watching the seed drip from your ruined cunt. Sleep weighs heavily on your chest after the length of days of travel, and now this. It calls sweetly. “Have we persuaded you to go to England with us?” Alexios asks, half-laughing as he runs his fingertips over your stomach and stops to fondle one of your breasts.

“Will the two of you be having me like this every day if I do?” You ask in turn, voice airy —dreamy— eyes slipping shut. Both men exchange a look, and neither will object to such a proposition. You can feel the low rumble of laughter in Alexios and Eivor’s chests. You certainly wouldn’t object to the proposal. Eivor kisses the bend of your knee, and Alexios takes your hand, lips pressing to the center of your palm —each kiss like a promise of what’s to come.

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