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Trust in Me Ch13

Here’s the latest chapter! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas :)

Thor had every reason to be worried.

He knew his brother would not die, not while his quick wit was still around. However, Thor knew what would become of Loki should he grow weak. During Loki’s interrogation on Asgard, Odin put him through countless trials, testing his strength and stealth; as Loki grew weaker, his heritage began to show. Glimmers of blue could be found in the cracks of his constructed, composed appearance.

Thor had shared the information about Loki’s heritage with Bruce, purely for medical reasons. Tony had often queried why Loki appeared cold on Friday’s scans, but Thor always shook off the questions.

But now, as Thor watched over his brother’s sleeping form, he could see the signature Jotun etchings making themselves visible on Loki’s skin.

Once the team arrived back at the tower Loki was rushed straight to the medical wing. Bruce had summarised that while Loki had lost a lot of blood, it was not enough to kill a God. Loki would just be weakened for a few days, maybe a week.

The team left Loki to rest, Natasha and Steve were suspicious of Loki’s altering appearance but the concerned look on Thor’s face kept them quiet.

Thor was left alone to sit with his brother.

“I’m not sure if you can hear me brother. But you’ve always said that my voice is so loud, it would disturb those resting in Valhalla.” Thor chuckled.

Thor watched as his brother slowly turned a darker shade of azure. “I know how you get when confronted with your past. But you have made such progress brother, do not let this put you back in your shell.”

Thor had watched his brother flourish in recent weeks. Loki had become comfortable enough to take part in group discussions. He had willingly made friends, taken part in group activities, he was even smitten with a beautiful young woman. But when confronted with the truth of his birth, Loki became scared. Like a wild animal backed into a corner, Loki felt the judgemental gaze of those around him; surrounding and suffocating him, and when backed into a corner Loki always fought his way out.

Whether it be with knives or words dripping in venom, Loki could strike the most damning of blows. That was what Thor feared, he worried his brother would lash out at the wrong person.

Thor held Loki’s hand, knowing the trickster would never allow him to do so when conscious, praying that the worst would not come.

Y/N was worried sick when Nat told her what had happened. She rushed past the team, ignoring the knowing glance from some, and the confused looks of few. Before she could knock on the door, it swung open to reveal Thor.

“I heard panicked footsteps, I assumed it was you.” Thor explained upon seeing her startled.

Y/N reached up on the tip of her toes to try and look past Thor’s large frame, “How is he? Can I see him?” She asked.

Thor closed the door behind him, keeping himself and Y/N in the corridor outside Loki’s room.

Y/N looked up confused, “Thor?”

“Would you sit with me a moment?” Thor said, gesturing to the small seating area a little way down the hall.

Y/N nodded, growing more and more panicked by the second. Nat had told her Loki would be okay, but what if that had changed? What if there was something that Bruce had missed in his examination? Why did Thor look so worried?

Thor took a deep breath and began, “What do you know of Loki’s heritage?”

Y/N thought back, “Umm, I know he’s adopted… I remember the name Laufey from the reports during the incident in New York. I assume he’s a relative…?”

Thor nodded, “Laufey is Loki’s birth-father. He was also king of the Jotunheim before Loki killed him.”

Y/N nodded slowly, “He killed his father?” she asked quietly.

“It’s quite complicated. You see, Loki and I had always been raised to think of the Jotuns as the enemy. We were told stories of their monstrous deeds when we were children.”

“I see…but what does that…” Y/N began.

“The Jotun’s have distinctive features, characteristics that Odin demonised. Loki has disguised his Jotun appearance for many years now; but when he’s hurt or weak it begins to show.” Thor explained.

Y/N didn’t question Thor any further and decided she needed to see Loki to understand what was going on. She made her way to his room and slowly opened the door.

What greeted Y/N was surprising but not shocking. She walked over to his bedside and took a good look at him.

He looked beautiful. Loki was always handsome, even when he first woke up dishevelled and disorientated. But this was another type of beauty; his skin was a beautiful shade of blue, like a thin layer of ice over a clear lake. His skin was marked with intricate patterns, they seemed tribal yet elegant. It would appear that in any from Loki looked regal, a born prince.

She reached out to hold his hand, slightly startled by how cold he was. She looked to Thor for explanation.

“Jotun’s run much colder than we do.” He offered.

Y/N thought back to the countless times Loki had felt cold under her touch, why had she never questioned it?

“This form of his,” she started, “how does Loki feel about this?”

Thor sighed, “I’m afraid Loki has never accepted his heritage. He will be embarrassed having been seen in this form. So I beg you, if you are frightened then…”

“Frightened?” She interrupted, “Why would he frighten me?”

The innocence of her question and the confusion in her eyes put Thor at ease. Thor could relax knowing she wouldn’t run away from his brother. Thor had wrongly judged the Tatum girl, he could see that now.

They sat by Loki’s bedside for the rest of the night, waiting for the prince to wake up. It was only when Loki’s skin returned to its usual appearance, signalling his growing strength, that Y/N allowed herself to sleep.

Loki woke up early the next morning, he felt groggy, but the sight of the tower’s walls relaxed him. He was certain he would never admit that out loud.

He looked to his left and saw his brother, back against the wall, head tilted back and snoring. Loki could not help but smirk, knowing his brother would lose a fair few admirer if they saw him in this state.

Loki then glanced to his right and smiled instantly. There sat his little companion, wrapped in her blanket, and curled up into an uncomfortable looking ball. Her book on Norse mythology lay half open on the armrest.

As if sensing his presence, she began to stir. Upon seeing his smiling face, she leapt up from her seat and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Thank goodness you’re awake.” She fussed over him, stroking the hair away from his eyes.

He chuckled, “I was perfectly fine. The only thing wounded was my pride.”

Y/N curved her brow knowingly, “And your shoulder.”

Loki conceded, “Yes, my shoulder. But I came back.”

She giggled softly, “Yes you did. You kept your promise.” She leant in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

Loki lifted his right arm to hold her in place before she could move away. “I’m not made of glass darling, kiss me properly.”

“Your brother is sleeping right over there.” She whispered, her attempts at wriggling away becoming futile.

“Brother you’re awake!” Thor boomed.

Loki rolled his eyes, “Speak of the devil.”

The three of you sat together for some time, Thor boasting about Loki’s heroics on the battlefield. Loki never particularly enjoyed basking in the afterglow of battle quite like his brother, but the proud look in Y/N’s eyes made him feel good. Dare he say it, he felt like a hero.

“You looked so frail brother; I feared your wounds were far worse. But like always you survived!”

Loki chuckled along with them, though his mind chose to focus on his brother’s chosen word, frail.

“But look at you, back to your usual mischievous self. We can add this to the list of stories we have Loki…”

“Back?” Loki interrupted, “Back to my usual self? What does that mean?”

Thor looked like a deer caught in headlights, “Well I just meant…”

“What exactly was I before I returned to my usual mischievous self?” Loki demanded.

Y/N was uncomfortable with the quick change in atmosphere, but she did not wish to lie to Loki. It’s better he knows now what they saw, rather than find out further down the line.

“When you were sleeping, you were in your Jotun form.” Y/N admitted.

Y/N had yet to see Loki angry. She had seen him annoyed or perturbed, but never angry. She feared that was about to change now.

Loki’s face suddenly went blank, devoid of all emotion; Thor sighed knowing what was to come. His brother concealed his emotions when enraged; then, like the crack of a whip, the pain and aggression would come out in one fell swoop.

“Leave Thor.” Loki spoke with little emotion.

“Brother please…” Thor began to plead.

“Get out!”

Y/N flinched at Loki’s shout and looked to Thor for guidance on how to handle the situation. But Thor knew better than to question his brother in this state. Instead, Y/N watched Thor’s retreating form, leaving her with her angry God.

After a minute, maybe two, Loki spoke. “You too.”

She almost misheard him; he spoke so quietly. “Loki can we not discuss this?”

“Discuss what?” Loki snapped, “Discuss my monstrous from? Discuss how disgusted you are?”

Y/N shook her head quickly and reached for his hand, “You could never disgust me Loki. Thor explained the misconception of the Jotuns…”

Loki rolled his eyes and chuckled darkly, “There are no misconceptions, Thor is foolishly attempting to put you at ease. We are monsters, Y/N, and you’re a fool to think otherwise.”

His words were beginning to cut her, but she stayed strong, she wouldn’t let him think this way of himself.

“Loki, I do not believe you’re a monster…” she began, but Loki cut her off.

“What do you get out of this? Are you hoping to improve your own image?” He sneered, his voice rising as he spoke. “The innocent young maiden who managed to tame a beast, is that what you want them all to think!?”

“Loki please.” She pleaded, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“You’re like the rest of them, craving approval from you’re betters. Get out my sight.” He demanded, ripping his hand out of her grip.

Y/N felt heartbroken, but she would not anger him even more. She grabbed her book and blanket and quietly left the room. She stood in the hallway, for some time, not entirely sure what to do now. Despite his cruel words, she did not want to leave him. That was when Y/N spotted the chairs she and Thor had previously sat on, just a small distance from the room Loki was resting in.

So, in a matter of minutes, Y/N grabbed a cushion and some snacks from her apartment. She pushed the two chairs together to form a make-shift bed and she printed out various articles on the Jotunheim.

Loki had barely moved since Y/N left. Once the door closed behind her, Loki allowed the tears he had been holding back to fall. She had finally seen the monster.

He knew she would eventually learn of his heritage, but Loki had wanted more time. A few more months, or maybe a year, where she could see him as good. Now it was too late. If his form hadn’t frightened her off, then the cruel words he spoke to her would have scared her away.

How he regretted those words.

Loki had spewed out some truly despicable words throughout his life, his aim was always to cut a wound too deep to heal. But he took no enjoyment in speaking to Y/N the way he did, he just felt guilt. How could she ever trust him again?

Loki had lain in his hospital bed for four days now, ignoring the food that Bruce had brought in for him. His guilt had dulled his appetite. He looked a sorry state when Clint came to see him.

“I uh, hope I’m not disturbing.” The archer said awkwardly, hesitantly walking into the room.

Loki raised his brow in surprise, “You’re the last person I expected to visit.”

Clint looked down, almost ashamedly, “I should have been the first person to visit.”

Loki’s expression of confusion didn’t alter, “You saved my life out there.” Clint clarified.

Loki shook his head and sat up in his bed, “I ruined your life. This was a meagre attempt to make up for it.”

Clint was surprised by the trickster’s honesty, “You’ve been trying. I’ve noticed you helping out around the tower, making friends. I haven’t exactly made your stay here easy.”

Clint was aware of Loki’s efforts, but his experience with the God had taught him not to give second chances. After the recent mission though, Clint reflected on the many second chances he had given. He had willingly accepted Bucky into the tower, he had all but recruited Wanda himself. Hell, his greatest friendship was born from him giving a young Russian spy a second chance.

“Your feelings about me are justified.” Loki offered.

Clint would not accept that, “Perhaps we should start from scratch.”

They both nodded in acceptance, happy to continue on a clean slate.

“So, you turn blue… is that like some Avatar shit? You haven’t got a tail, have you?” Clint asked.

Loki’s dark mood returned, “I am unfamiliar with this ‘Avatar,’ but it is not something I wish to discuss.

Clint nodded in understanding, “Is that why she’s sat out there?”

Loki looked up at the archer, confused but hopeful, “She?”

“Y/N. She’s set up camp outside the room, she’s been there for three days now” Clint clarified.

Loki didn’t know what to say. Had she really waited for him?

Clint sensed that Loki needed some privacy, “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t leave her out there too long, okay? She looks sadder by the day.”

Clint left Loki to his thoughts. The God couldn’t understand why you would stay; he had been cruel and irrational, he didn’t deserve your concern.

Curiosity got the better of Loki, he jumped out of bed and walked quietly to the door. The window in the corridor presented him with the night sky. Under the faint lights of the hallway, Loki found her. She was sleeping in a position that can’t have been comfortable, her hair was slightly dishevelled, and her blanket had the remnants of empty food wrappers. Had she not eaten properly in three days?

On the floor next to her lay what appeared to be paperwork; Loki knelt to pick up the discarded papers. They were articles on the Jotunheim, many of them discussing ancient traditions, others analysing the anatomy and appearance.

Loki could have cried at her concern, she truly wasn’t scared of him; in fact, she wanted to know more about him.

Loki had been a damned fool. He rested his head on her lap and whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

With the weight of his head on her lap, Y/N stirred awake.

“Loki! What are you doing out of bed?” She asked, combing her fingers through his hair.

When he looked up, he saw nothing but concern in those delicate features.

“Please forgive me. Those words… I didn’t mean them, please.” Loki rambled, choking back a sob.

She silenced him with a gentle kiss to his forehead, “It’s okay.”

Loki shook his head, he had received too much forgiveness in one day, he didn’t feel he deserved any of it. “It’s not okay. You cannot allow me to treat you that way.”

Y/N moved in her seat and took hold of his hand. “I am not okay with what you said… I won’t deny it hurt. What I mean to say is, I understand where it came from.”

He took hold of her; his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if this one precious thing in his life could disappear into a puff of smoke.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” Y/N insisted.

Loki moved, keeping one arm around her. “Will you stay?” He asked, his eyes looked afraid, worried she may come to her senses and reject him.

She smiled up at him, “Always.”

They lay in the hospital bed together. Their pasts would always come back to haunt them every now and then; but the knowledge that they had each other, made those moments more bearable.

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 6 years

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Flames of Desire

Chapter Two

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Dad!Loki Laufeyson x OFC, Astrid Laufeyson | Word Count: 4735 Warnings: fluff, smexy, angst

If there was one thing Loki was good at, it was patience. He had eons of time to live and learn and study, so rushing to judgment was not something he did.

In that way, he sat back and watched Alexa. He watched her with his daughter. He watched her with the team. He even watched her when she was unaware he was watching.

She settled in, grew close with Stark and Banner. She intrigued the Captain and Barnes for she was completely different from any woman they'd ever known. Lang spoke her language when it came to engineering, and Wilson hit on her without mercy only to be denied. Alexa called him Birdboy, amusing Barnes to no end.

She was friendly with Wanda and Natasha, but apparently more comfortable with the men. Vision was taken with her, her talented mind fascinating to him, and though he wasn't around as often as he used to be, Clint had discovered Alexa was proficient with a bow. Something another of her relatives had taught her.

But it was Peter and Astrid she bonded with, and Loki whom she teased.

He enjoyed the nights she had them over and was almost convinced she truly meant no harm when small incidents began happening.

Nothing malicious, just… interesting.

In February when everyone began making doe eyes at each other and preparing for the love fest the humans called Valentine's Day, Alexa retreated. She became reclusive, avoiding movie and game night, and spent much time alone. Her clothing grew progressively heavier. The sweatshirts and hoodies getting thicker and baggier until they hid her frame completely. She wore sunglasses on even the cloudiest of days claiming headaches and migraines plagued her and avoided physical contact with people.

But it wasn't until the day Daniel and Maria, both from research and development, two of the people making the biggest and most disgusting display of affection toward each other, got into a full-blown screaming match that the strangest thing happened.

Alexa knew them well having worked with them for weeks and was drawn to the fight no different than the others who had turned into spectators as the couple shouted at each other. After a moment’s contemplation, she walked between them and placed her hand on each chest.

“Petty disagreements mean nothing if you love each other. You do love each other, don't you?” Alexa asked, peering at first one and then the other over the top of her glasses.

Loki was certain he was the only one who noticed when the azure of her eyes glowed pink, for within moments Daniel and Maria were clinging to each other, apologies falling from their lips as Alexa pulled her hood farther forward and slumped away.

Then, a day before Valentine's, she retreated to her room and refused to come out. She was ill, she said. A fever and chest cold. She didn't want anyone else getting sick, so she locked the door and denied everyone access.

Loki didn't believe it for a moment, especially as he’d watched her rebuke three male callers and one female when they'd expressed interest in a Valentine's date only the day before by telling them she already had plans.

That night he waited until Astrid slept before cloaking himself and shifting himself to Alexa’s room. Being of two minds, suspicious and concerned, he used the excuse of checking on her welfare as his reason for invading her privacy should he, somehow, be caught in the act.

At first, he found nothing amiss until he inhaled and the scent of wildflowers nearly knocked him to his knees. It was heady, heavenly. Sweet and rich and intoxicating. It was like a drug and filled him with desire.

But then, the quiet sound of distress hit him, and he turned toward her bedroom. He'd sworn he wouldn't invade her inner chamber, that was going too far, but hearing her cry did strange things to his heart.

What he saw through the open door did strange things to the rest of him. Alexa was changed before his eyes. He could not see her face, but the tumble of flame-bright hair which usually flowed down her spine had become the pale pink of a maiden’s first blush and the silver of a full moon’s beam. A pure white shift had replaced the black of her clothing, and she lay curled away from him on her bed, sniffling and sobbing.

He hated it. Hated whatever pain had caused her to fall into this state and was but moments away from going to her when he remembered he was not supposed to be there at all.

Instead, he sent the smallest trickle of magic toward her to her to push her tumultuous mind into dreams, then left as swiftly as he’d arrived.

He did not see her sit up and whip around to scan her room with fear now darkening her azure eyes.

***

Once Valentine's day passed, everything returned to normal. Or as normal as could be expected in a compound full of superheroes. Alexa burst forth from her room, her hair the vibrant fireball of before, her smile wide, and band shirts back on display.

She said nothing about her “cold”, but Loki could not forget. He could not forget the sound of her anguish, nor the scent of her, nor the color of her hair. Not when he’d gone back to his suite and was forced to take himself in hand and relieve the ache in his loins like a youth of a thousand years.

He chalked it up to having been without a sexual partner since before Astrid became his life and not the sudden deep-seated desire he was feeling for the fire wench.

No. Not fire wench.

For Alexa. He could no longer hold disdain for her because of her abilities with fire. He was far too intrigued by her instead. But still, he had to be sure of her motives before he let these emotions get the best of him.

A few weeks later, he was presented with his opening. It was near the end of March when he found himself tasked with an assignment. Infiltrate a suspected Hydra fundraiser, upload a virus to the second-floor laptop, and get out without getting caught.

Child’s play.

But…

He turned to face Stark and Rogers. “I wish Alexa to accompany me.”

“Pardon?” Steve blinked at him.

“Captain, you know how I hate repeating myself,” Loki huffed.

“Why?” Steve asked instead.

Loki decided to be deliberately obtuse. “I find it aggravating when people do not listen the first time.”

“No. Why do you want a partner?”

He held back his smirk. “Because I do.”

“But Natasha usually goes when you need back up. Why Alexa?”

“She is unknown in the field and will not require a Halo, so there is less chance of discovery. What little tweaking her disguise might need, I can provide.”

“You hate having a partner,” Stark muttered.

Loki rolled his eyes. “You are asking me to walk into a black tie event without an escort. It will seem suspicious if I go alone, and I cannot be worried about maintaining an illusion when I am busy elsewhere, holding my own glamor, and dealing with your confounded technology.” He no longer had an issue understanding Midgardian technology, but he refused to allow anyone to know it. Complaining was part and partial to the fun of his job.

Stark looked at the Captain and shrugged. “She’s been itching to get out of the lab. Might be a good trial run. We know Laufeyson won’t let anything happen to Astrid’s new favorite person.”

Loki huffed a snort and walked away. “I would never allow harm to come to my partner. Even if that person were you, Stark,” he quipped.

“Ha! We all know you like me,” Stark called out.

Loki waved a dismissive hand. “I will inform Alexa of her involvement.”

“I can do that,” Steve offered.

“It will be simpler if I do it. We can discuss her role in the event.” Loki walked away without further comment, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart.

As the fundraiser was in Paris, they would need to leave early and be away for a few days. He would make arrangements for Astrid to stay with Natasha while he was away. But first… Alexa.

Loki made his way through the compound outside to the shop Stark had built to house the forge Alexa had talked him into building. The woman could do amazing things with metal and flames, but Tony had gotten tired of the fire alarms going off every time she heated something to red hot. This way, she could work, Stark got his hands on the fruit of her labors, and Alexa was happily playing with fire in her forge.

At the door, Loki paused and pressed the buzzer. She tended to send fire winging through the air, and he had no desire to get burned by walking in at the wrong moment. It took a few seconds before she arrived to pull the door open. Heat billowed out past her causing Loki to flinch and cool himself substantially.

“Loki. To what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked, leaning against the door jam and crossing her arms.

As she was in the smallest tank top he’d ever seen, the action lifted her lush breasts to swell above the collar. Her azure eyes were bright, the pleasure she took in her work evident. Sweat made her skin glisten, her tattoos colorful as always. Soot and ash darkened the flesh of her arms and that of her legs, bare below the hem of the tiny shorts she had on.

He’d once questioned the sanity of that action, wearing such little clothing to work in the heat and flames. Of course, it only amounted to amusement on her part when she’d rolled a flame over her knuckles without comment.

“I am going on assignment.”

“Ah,” she hummed and walked back into her shop. “Do you want me to watch Astrid while you’re gone?”

“That would be impossible as you will be accompanying me.”

She stopped dead in her tracks. “I’m sorry, what?”

Distracted by her legs, he hummed softly before finding her watching him, her brow arched in amusement. Had he been anyone else, he would have blushed for getting caught, but Loki was not so easily rattled. “The mission requires an escort. I need, hm… what is the term Lang uses? Ah, arm candy.”

This time both brows lifted as she gaped at him in shock, and apparently, some insult. “I beg your pardon?”

Loki flicked his wrist to cool the room as he made his way closer. “Did you or did you not wish to… stretch your Avenger wings?”

“Well, yeah. But arm candy? Loki, come on!” she huffed, pulling metal hair sticks from the knot which held her wild mane off her neck and sent it tumbling down her back.

“You may be playing the part, Alexa, but it is still a SHIELD-sanctioned operation. I need assistance, and I am asking for yours.”

She blinked at him for a moment before a slow smile spread across her face. She took a step his way and shook out her hair so it swirled around in waves and curls. “So you want me to be your arm candy?”

When she stood but inches from him, Loki shrugged, reached out, and lifted a handful of her hair. “I will have to do something about this, though. It is rather,” he slowly shifted his gaze to her eyes, “memorable.”

Alexa tsked softly. “Really, frosty? You think I can’t change my own hair?” She rolled her eyes and ran hands full of flames through it. “Better?”

Dark burgundy, nearly blood red in places. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t what he was used to. Nor was it the pale blush and silver of Valentine’s day. Again he took a handful and rubbed it between his fingers. “This will do.”

She grinned and spun away, her hair returning to the flames and fire of before. “So, where are we going? What are we doing? Who are we taking out?”

“We are going to Paris.”

Her face paled. “Why?”

She seemed terrified. Loki followed her and took her by the hand, disliking the look on her face intensely. “Alexa? What is it?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Bad memories.”

They were more than merely bad. Loki could practically feel the fear pour from her. “I can ask Natasha if you prefer to sit this one out?”

“Don’t you dare!” she snapped. “It’s fine. It’s only a city. I will be fine.”

“Alexa.” Loki tugged at her hand and pulled her toward him. “Is there something I should know before going to Paris?”

“Nothing important.”

The lie rolled smoothly off her tongue, but she didn't fool him.

“I trust you will have my back on this assignment.”

“Of course, Loki. After all, I’m just there to look pretty,” she quipped and smiled, but it was sharp, and the scent of her fire and brimstone smoldered in his nose.

Again she pulled at him like she had that fateful Valentine's night. Before he could consider his actions, he took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to his. “I would not ask for you if I did not think you capable.” She stared up at him with her mouth slightly open. “Your brief is in your room. Learn it. I will see to the rest. Be prepared to be gone for a minimum of three days.”

Loki released her face and turned away, wondering if choosing her for this was a mistake. He’d only taken three steps when he was enveloped from behind by her arms, followed swiftly by the contact of her body against his back.

“Thank you for trusting me,” she breathed against his spine.

He closed his hands over hers, a pang of emotions he couldn’t decipher aching in his chest. “Trust is earned, Alexa,” Loki said softly before pulling her hands away and striding out the door.

She had to stop lying to him to earn it fully.

***

Alexa started out the window at the view of Paris and the Eiffel Tower in all its splendor as Loki, looking nothing like himself, tipped the bellhop and sent him on his way.

It had been a whirlwind moment since late last night when they’d quietly boarded a private plane to jet their way to France for their mission. Once on board, they’d sat to go over the plan a final time.

They would be posing as a couple, Thomas Byron and Virginia Collins. Thomas was, apparently, an alias Loki had been cultivating for years, one of old money. He did his fair share of spending and philanthropy, at least on paper, and was known as generous but reclusive. Though raised in London to an early age, he’d moved with his family to America at ten where the family had been struck by tragedy, leaving Thomas an orphan, albeit a wealthy one. He’d grown up under the tutelage of nannies and bordering schools, finishing at Eaton where he developed his love for English literature. He collected books of rare quality, paintings of eclectic tastes, and traveled extensively around the world, working with not for profit organizations in every field from medical care to clean water.

As Loki had put it, Thomas was a good man but a bit of a bore.

When he did attend an event, gala or fundraiser of this nature, it was almost always solo, or the woman on his arm - usually Natasha in disguise - had a different name and face each time. This time, however, he wanted her along, and though she still wasn’t sure just why that was, Alexa wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. She’d wanted out of the lab, and now she was.

The event they were infiltrating was one raising funds for clean water programs in Africa, but really was a front for Hydra financing. The big wigs and mucky mucks could donate large sums, and no one looked too hard at their ‘charitable donation’.

However, it appeared someone had been digging into Thomas’s background with a bit too much vigor, for now, Loki was under scrutiny in his guise. Too many of these fundraisers had come with SHIELD investigations attached when he’d attended previously.

Initially, Loki had gone in as Thomas, transferred his donation electronically, and SHIELD had followed the path the money took from there. This time, with suspicion already on Thomas, they were going to go in through a backdoor on Philippe D’Amour’s server. He was the money man for Hydra as far as they could tell, but he was too slippery to have ever done anything to have him detained. The best they could hope for was a surgical strike directly at the heart of Hydra’s funds.

If they happened to find other damnable evidence against D’Amour at the same time, so much the better.

Alexa would be playing the part of current fling to the wealthy English bachelor. Virginia Collins and Thomas had met when he’d arrived at her Doctor’s Without Borders camp in Uzbekistan, and he’d followed her home to America when she’d firmly rebuffed his advances while abroad.

Once back on familiar soil, she’d finally given in and agreed to a date with the charming rake. Thomas had swept her off her feet, and at the time she’d still been on sabbatical for a few more months after her experiences abroad, he’d convinced her to travel the world with him until she grew bored. Six months later, they were still together and flying into Paris to attend this fundraiser in support of clean water for all.

Still a little shocked at the depth of their backstory, Alexa had been flicking through her new social media profile created by Friday when Loki stood and excused himself. She’d been staring in awe at the life she wasn’t living when Loki, no longer himself, returned from the back of the jet.

He’d damn near given her a heart attack for she’d thought someone else had appeared on board. A somewhat tricky feat at thirty thousand feet above the Earth and somewhere over the Atlantic.

A short crop hair of messy gold curls had replaced his long dark locks. His skin had taken on a distinctly darker tan, and the eyes of green she found so appealing had become a stunning crystal clear blue, enhanced by the blue suit and crisp white shirt he now wore.

His quip of, “Close your mouth, darling,” had her teeth clicking together.

He looked hot. Scratch that for he always looked hot, but where before he’d been dark and broodingly sexy, Astrid’s incredibly good looking papa, now he was movie star - let me sweep you off your feet and make you moan my name while I screw you in my trailer between takes - hot!

Then he’d smiled, and it was the same as always, dispelling a little of the illusion and allowing her to breathe again.

“So, should I call you Thomas or Tom?” she’d asked, getting up to take a closer look.

“Either is acceptable, though if you wish to add to the mystique of our, hmm, relationship, you could always say you save Thomas for the bedroom,” he purred.

She’d refused to acknowledge the sizzle of heat in her belly. “I may just do that… Thomas.”

“You’re new clothes await beyond. Best get used to them now.”

He’d waved her off with a chuckle, and thus she found herself in cream-colored dress pants and a cashmere sweater in eggplant purple, wearing a pair of heels so tall she’d gained three inches, bringing her forehead about even with his chin.

When the plane had landed, they’d been shown to a waiting car which had brought them to the posh Hotel Plaza Athénée on the prestigious avenue Montaigne. Thomas, ever the gentleman, had assisted her from the car, tucked her possessively into his side, and escorted her through the doors of the Hotel with such confidence, Alexa would have thought they really were a couple.

There had been no waiting in line in the lobby. The manager had welcomed Loki as if he saw the God of Mischief every day, and escorted them without preamble up to their suite.

The Royal Suite.

It was an apartment with four bedrooms and four bathrooms each equipped with a Jacuzzi and a steam room. She’d counted. The wardrobe and two separate dressing rooms were bigger than her apartment back at the compound. There was a kitchen, dining room, and two living rooms, as well as the balconies which seemed to surround the entire suite, giving them stunning views of the tree-lined street and the Eiffel Tower.

It was beautiful but ridiculous for just the two of them to occupy for what should only be three days.

She tuned back into the conversation in time to hear Loki tell Marcel, the day manager of the hotel, they would require the Signature Eiffel Suite’s terrace for a private dinner that night, with pre-drinks in Le Cave, also to remain private.

Marcel flinched before nodding. “Time, Monsieur Byron?”

“Seven for drinks, Eight for dinner. You know the menu I prefer.” Loki dismissed him with a waved hand.

“When we heard you would be arriving so early, we took the liberty of setting out breakfast for you and the lovely mademoiselle on the terrace as soon as your car arrived.” Marcel motioned toward the doors closest to Alexa who peered out onto the balcony.

“How nice,” she said softly, smiling for both the manager and Loki. “I could use a coffee.”

“Merci, Marcel. That will be all for now,” Loki said graciously.

“Monsieur.” He gave a short bow and left swiftly.

Alexa stepped out of her shoes with a heavy sigh. “I thought he’d never leave.”

“Indeed,” Loki hummed.

She reached for the handle of the terrace door only to find herself pressed bodily against the window panes, Loki wedged up against her in a rather suggestive embrace.

“Are you really so thirsty for your coffee, my little yank, or could I interest you in a tumble before breakfast,” he breathed against her cheek. “I’ve been dying to have you again since the plane… Virginia.”

Alexa was halfway between seriously turned on and flipping confused when the false name registered. “Here, Thomas? What if someone sees?”

“Come now. Did I not have you on the balcony at the Peninsula in Chicago? No one noticed then.”

His voice was sinful, wicked and sexy in her ear, doing things to her body she hadn’t know possible. Alexa wasn’t one to get lost in the drug of desire, but right now, she could feel it pulse through her body like a lick of fire.

“It was dark then, Thomas. And my dress hid much when I sat on your lap.” If he wanted to play with fire, she’d gladly singe him a little. “Maybe you should take me to the bedroom.”

He growled, and the shiver it sent through her body was not contrived. “But which one, sweet Virginia? Or should we test them all?”

His hands were running up and down her sides now, snaking beneath her sweater and climbing dangerously close to her breasts. She whimpered and sucked in a breath. “All, definitely all!” she moaned and shoved away from the doors to turn and face him.

Hot hands went to her bottom and lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around Loki's waist and arms around his neck. His blue eyes were slowly turning green, and Alexa knew it wasn’t all an act on his part. He wanted her, really wanted her.

She buried her hands in his crop of golden curls and tugged, baring his throat for her teeth which she attacked with vigor.

He snarled a sharp, “Fuck!” and slammed her back into the closest wall where he dragged her hands from his hair and pinned them above her head. Then, he ravaged her mouth. There were no other words for the vicious attack of his tongue and lips and teeth, taking and drinking and stealing the air from her lungs.

He tasted like winter. Like frost and the snowflakes she'd caught on her tongue as a child. He even smelled of it, crisp, cold air. But beneath it, around it, through it, she could smell her own smoldering desire in hot flames and the crackle of wood fire. It made her think of winter cabins, snowed in with the fire blazing, while he had her on the bearskin rug before the flames.

“Oh, god!” she cried when he broke his assault to let her breathe.

“I got them,” he panted, resting his forehead on hers.

Alexa could only blink in confusion. “What?”

“The cameras and recorders. I got them all. Sorry, it took so long.”

“Oh… oh, right.” She felt like an idiot as she released him from the tight grip of his thighs and he let go of her hands. Her feet thunked to the ground when he stepped back. "All an act."

"The cameras are now under my control, and they will see only what I want them to see, but they are likely watching the hotel as well."

"I see." Her knees wobbled but held as she brushed past him on her way toward the master suite.

“Alexa?” he called softly. “Are you alright?”

“Fine. Everything’s fine.” But she didn’t dare turn around to show him the intense red of her cheeks or the tears which threatened. “I’m going to have a bath seeing as how we're supposed to be occupied for the next hour or so. Do a girl a favor and magic her some coffee to go with her bubbles, won’t you?” Especially as he was leaving her high and dry, clearly not inclined to finish what he’d started.

“Of course,” he said quietly. “Take an hour. Then we’ll go out.”

“Out?” she called, striding into the suite the hotel considered the ‘master’.

“Shopping. It’s Paris, and we are staying in the center of the French fashion district. It is expected. Besides, Stark is paying. So we will see and be seen, and play tourist as I show my lovely guest a good time.”

“Well,” Alexa forced a smile, “if Tony’s buying, how could I say no?” She shut the door to the bathroom and leaned heavily against it.

She was so screwed. Three days with the object of her affection playing the attentive boyfriend was going to kill her. Especially knowing just what kind of dynamite resided inside that sexy as hell suit.

“Shades of Olympus… kill me now,” she whimpered and went to run a bath.

***

Loki waited only until the door shut before turning on his heels to march into another bedroom and closed the door to his own bath. He divested himself of his clothing with a thought and stepped beneath the icy spray of the shower, but it was of no avail.

Once again she’d left him hard and so fucking aroused it took no more than a dozen strokes of his hand and the scent of her fire and wildflowers burning in his nose to have him spilling his seed against the stone wall.

“Norns take me,” he hissed softly. “She will be my death.”

He wanted her with every fiber of his being, but until he figured out what it was she was hiding, what lies she kept protecting, he didn’t dare give in. He couldn’t take it if he trusted her to that extent only to find out she’d played him. He wouldn’t survive the betrayal intact, and he must be intact to comfort his daughter should Alexa prove herself a traitor.

But Flames of Valhalla he wanted her.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever get the taste of her out of his mouth. Spicy heat and soothing warmth.

She tasted like love felt.

How was that even possible?

Closing his eyes, Loki let the spray wash over him and prayed it would return the ice around his heart Alexa had begun melting months ago.

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 6 years

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Inktober Day 26: Stretch

Masterlist

Inktober 2018 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Plus!Size Reader VALRAVN

Warnings: SMUT! It's a quickie but it's there! Angst, a cliffhanger!

A/N: If anyone has any questions fill free to ask! In Danish folklore, a valravn (Danish "raven of the slain") is a supernatural raven. The ravens appear in traditional Danish folk songs, where they are described as originating from ravens who consume the bodies of the dead on the battlefield, as capable of turning into the form of a knight after consuming the heart of a child, and, alternately, as half-wolf and half-raven creatures.

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It was muggy feeling, even for the fall as the two slid out of the muddy jeep, but this was the bayou after all. One of the men blonde, muscular & a brunet man that looked to be sporting a metal hand from a distance. Taking a few steps forward out of the cypress while watching them look over the cabin that was hung with moss & looked old, which it was. Trudging out of the mud, eyeing the blonde that looked to be growing his hair out, finally turn to look at the one stepping out of the swamp, a black horse following behind.

“Thor! What has brought you out here,” the thick framed woman began, both noting the red glow to the horses eyes, as well as the armored sleeves, that looked old to say the least, covered in ruins.

Y/H/C hair tied up in a messy bun that stuck out all over the place, speckled with mud, but giving the two a smile, as she stopped to pull a glove free to shake hands, the horse getting close, but she shooed it away.

“Go on, I’ve already fed you,” Y/N scolded the stallion as it snorted fire before returning back to the swamp to disappear into the muck, Thor looking unfazed, but the brunet was in shock.

“He’s a hybrid of kelpie & gods know what else, Y/N by the way,” she spoke kindly to Bucky offering her hand which he shook.

“Bucky Barnes,” Bucky smiled, turning his attention back to Y/N who took her hand back to step way from the two holding a gloved hand up to give her a second, holding armored arm up to the sky.

“Ah, hear he comes, we need to step back…,” Thor began, stepping back & pulling Bucky with him, both men hearing wings, a harpy eagle looking creature perching on Y/N’ arm, swearing the creature brought thunder with it.

“That would be Unole, he’s a thunder-bird,” Thor explained finally stepping forward to look over the massive creature that kept it's wings outstretched around Y/N looking over Thor & the other.

“Bucky this is Unole, he’s just a baby, he will be as big as a pterodactyl in no time though,” Y/N introduced the bird, looking back to the creature with a smile as it rubbed under her chin like a cat.

“Where is Agana,” Y/N asked the bird that chattered under her chin before straitening to fold the massive wings.

The creature looking up at the sky, a quieter sound of wings sounding as Y/N lifted the other arm to catch the smaller version that landed, the two birds beginning to chatter at each other, the two men looking to Y/N who rolled her eyes.

“Look, I don’t care who did what, it's bed time, go,” Y/N directed the birds who quieted, the smaller taking off followed by the larger, both swooping into the house.

“Brother & sister. So, what can I help you boys with,” Y/N began, stepping past the two who she hinted to follow, pulling the buckles on the armor free everyone stepping past the massive snow-white wolf that rested on the porch, the creature just swiveling it's ears to listen.

“Suppers ready Burke, why don’t you get up & come in,” Y/N directed to the lazy creature that followed the three in, Y/N pausing to allow the werewolf to pass, heading to the kitchen on hind feet, the creature towering over even Thor who was still unfazed, unlike Bucky who gawked around them.

Attention turning back to Y/N who was pulling the armor free in the brightly lit room, the left arm normal, but the right was littered in what looked like stretched skin, but on closer inspection the stretches where scars. Ugly, surprised she hadn’t lost the limb. Noting it ran over her shoulder & touched the crook of her neck.

“Phoenix,” Y/N spoke to Bucky, watching Thor walk into the kitchen with the werewolf, that returned a man with pointed ears, a thin covering around his waist, looking at Y/N with bright chartreuse eyes, holding a sandwich.

“You have to leave,” Burke asked, hinting to Thor who was apparently making himself at home having made himself one as well to come stand with Burke.

“I don’t know, no one has told me yet,” Y/N admitted, looking to Thor who paused to speak, watching Y/N take a step around Bucky with the armor in hand to toss it into the dark closet.

“We need your help with a valravn…,” Thor began, all three watching Y/N pause in the closet, reaching up to click the light on, hanging it on a hook in the back.

“A valravn,” Y/N spoke quietly to the closet, “of course.”

Turing back to look at Thor who smiled at her, hinting that he knew something & Bucky stepping back as Y/N finally turned to face the two.

“Not all monsters are bad you know,” Y/N began, eyeing the two Avengers, Burke unfazed, but of course it was his house so why should he leave.

“No, they’re not,” Thor began, taking a step closer, finishing the sandwich to stand in front of the woman who looked at him worriedly.

“& why are you trying to find this valravn,” she asked cautiously, making sure that the god didn’t get to close.

“Because it is wreaking havoc on a small village in Norway & we have no way of defeating it,” Thor began, looking her over, Bucky noting something that he hadn’t before, sharp fangs.

“They are easy to show their selves if one knows the right words to speak in their presence,” Thor spoke watching Y/N close, Y/E/C orbs raking over the god in fear that subsided for a moment.

“But the ones that are born a valravn are a little trickier, especially if they are a knight,” Thor admitted, Y/N looking quick to Bucky when she heard metal shifting as he kept her in his sight.

“I have done no wrong, have taken no lives but that of my kin for the wrong they have done to the mortals, you know that, I helped you & Loki centuries ago,” Y/N spoke, admitting, but not admitting at the same time, as she swallowed hard taking a step back.

“No, you haven’t, it took me after the first battle you helped us to win centuries ago to realize that you aren’t the shield maiden that you pretend to be,” Thor spoke.

“I think you have your head screwed on wrong Alfather,” Y/N began, moving to step around the Avengers, looking at Burke who knew better than to tangle with Thor & stood back as the god grabbed scared arm, thunder sounding overhead, the god reaching for Stormbreaker.

“Show me Y/N, we need your help, don’t lie to me any longer,” Thor spoke, Stormbreaker coming to hand & holding to Y/N.

“Thor, man come on, don’t….,” Bucky got out before the room was clouded in darkness.

The sound of a long blade making contact with the blade of Stormbreaker echoed through the room as it brightened once more to reveal a black knight. Bucky thinking it's cloak was made of feathers until it folded out into large raven wings, the head of a wolf adorned her head like a hood, eyes glittering with fire opals to let the sword fall to her side & backed away.

“Well, now you see me for me, lets get this over with,” Y/N spoke out, pushing the headdress back to show defeat, hinting to them to leave as she followed them out sending the wings & armor away as they headed to the jeep.

“This is a bad idea,” Y/N blurted out the moment Bucky slammed her into the wall with bare thick thighs wrapped around toned hips, plump hips bucking at tinted pants as he took a break from attacking bare ample breast to speak.

“Yeah it is,” he gasped out, leveraging large frame against the wall to free leaking cock, rough hands going to stubbled cheeks to stress their lips together in a clash of tongues & fangs before he slammed into dripping cunt without warning.

The thick framed woman gasping out at the burn & stretch as she pulled away.

“Fuck,” she drawled out, bucking at his hips to rub throbbing clit to chase the high as she looked down into lust blown azure eyes, smiling down devilishly.

“Like that do you doll,” he drawled out, thrusting hard into needy cunt, swearing that the sheet rock cracked when he did, unable to stop his devilish smile, looking up to drink in Y/N’ look of ecstasy as she laid sweaty head to the wall, speaking praises to him.

It was sloppy, needy sex that the two didn’t regret, the soldier pounding up into the begging creature above him, having the room to themselves for the time being & unable to stop primal urges from taking over. Chasing a high that they were going to catch regardless if it was right or wrong, sloppy kisses trailing between ample breast as sweat trickled between them. They knew that the chase was coming to a close when cock twitched & cunt clenched. A pleading begging mess of limbs that clung tightly to each other as they fell from the rocky ledge into bliss.

Bucky sinking to his knees with a panting Y/N in his arms, the woman rutting at still twitching cock that spilled into her womb, filling her with warmth she hadn’t felt in years. Wrapping smooth & scorching arms around his neck to hold tightly, slowing her bucking to lay her head to his, kissing sweat slicked hair because this battle felt like it wouldn’t end well. Fate telling Y/N this soldier needed to know raw love before meeting up with the valravn. Rocking him gently as metal & flesh wrapped around thick midriff so he could bury his face into ample breast to place gentle kisses between them.

No, she thought, holding tighter to the loving soldier, tomorrow want be ending well, eyes fluttering closed as a tear fell into auburn hair.

“Bucky! STOP,” Y/N yelled out as the soldier approached the fallen valravn.

The creature wasn’t dead, watching it spring forward, a blade singing thorough the air, it's head separated from body, while her stomach began to fill with blood. Turning to Bucky to shoot him a bloody, fangy smile before collapsing to her knees, long sword sticking out of her ribs.

Hand going to the wound to hold to the sword, blood pouring around the wound & through her fingers, now Bucky’ as he pressed a hand to the wound. The soldier locking gazes with Y/E/C orbs that were losing their light, she seen the heartbreak & tears in his eyes as he clung to her, knowing better than to remove the sword as he cradled the dying body.

“It's ok,” Y/N breathed out with a smile, bloody hand going to a stubbled cheek, catching the tear that fell.

“The valravn line is finally dead,” Y/N croaked out, hand falling limp to armored chest , breathing coming harder as she continued to look into stormy blue eyes that burned her soul.

“No, not yet,” he croaked, pulling something out of his pocket before pulling the sword free, Y/N letting out a primal scream of pain, looking down to watch as he…..

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asunafairywizardessheart · 7 years

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Maiden of Light

Vincent/Asana

Requested: Anon

Summary: A cult of dark wizards have succeeded in making the ancient Death Cloud spell with only pure light magic able to counter the blackest of magics - death magic. Asana uncovers the extend of her magical powers.

Warning: A little bit of NSFW (not at full detail) at the start and death. Reader discretion advised, recommended for 18+ readers.

"Why did you choose this route so early in the morning?"

"Because, it leads to our secret spot," her hair pulled into twin braids falling over her shoulder, she shot past Vincent with a burst of newly found energy up the steep running trail through the mountains.

Tall, shady trees acted as a canopy, providing a natural cover of shade with soft rays of morning sunlight peeking through the gaps of the leaves. Flowers, tall grass and rocks encroached onto the forgotten path, fallen leaves and twigs covering patches of the plain brown dirt of the trail.

"Also, a wager. First person to the top of the staircase, cooks dinner tonight," she challenged, her feet cushioned by the gel inserts of her running shoes as she sprinted past Vincent for the head start.

Her hair bounced as she sprinted away, a smile curling across Vincent's face. "It's adorable that you think you could win that challenge," he called out to her with her figure disappearing to the right, "I hope you have something delicious in mind."

Because they were Wizard Knights, they kept their bodies fit and healthy with a jog most mornings. Asana heard his response muffled through the thick trunk of the tree she had disappeared behind, turning right to go up the stairs over the hill. The wooden forest stairs faded and camouflaged into the natural scenery and guided them on a trail over the hill and down to a secluded bay of the beach. The azure waters and white sandy trapped by the hilly forest which surrounded it.

They had been married for five years, and worked as Wizard Knights. Vincent promoted to Vice Palladian and Asana ranked as a lieutenant, and second-in-command, of Anna's squad, their friend taking Vincent's former position as a Squad Leader, otherwise a sergeant. Because of their jobs, they decided to move to a quiet town not too far from the city and was built next to the country sea-side town with a scenic mountain range.

Already a few paces ahead of her husband, she could hear his heavy footsteps catching up to her. However, she knew no matter how much of a lead she had on him, it was inevitable he would catch up to her and overtake her. Her healthy body had the stamina to go long and her tiny feet had the endurance to keep up with Vincent, but she did not quite have the long stride like he did to beat him. Though, in desperate effort to have the night off from cooking dinner, she pumped her legs faster, hearing the crunch of dried leaves and snapping twigs underneath her feet.

Laughing at her cute dash to reach the top as he closed in on her, he joked, "Do I get to request what I want for dinner too?" Blowing and flipping his head to move a strand of his long crimson hair that had stuck to his sweaty skin.

"No, no, no," she giggled, seeing his handsomely broad and muscular figure bypass her and raced to the top of the hill, not a far distance away.

Wearing a grey singlet, a patch of sweat dampened the cloth where the droplets trickled down the centre of his chest, taking on a V-shape, and he wore red shorts. Golden light from the sunrise exposed his arms and legs, his skin glowed and the droplets of sweat sparkled like diamonds. Every curve of his biceps and leg muscles were visible, reminding her of kind-hearted and charming, beautifully strong man she married.

"Come on slow poke," teasingly, he encouraged her to hurry up, not realising she had become captivated by thoughts about him. Good but...dirty thoughts. Waiting on her gave him a reprieve from running, and he checked her out from his height advantage.

She sure had matured into her beauty, the girl he fell in love with was now a woman. At times keeping that childish charm he loved, but bolder in her displays of affection. For exercise, she wore a flimsy black singlet, made of a breathable fabric that absorbed her sweat, but underneath she wore a purple exercise bra with a mesh V-neck, which up close, gave him an attractive view to the sides of her cleavage.

As she made it to the top, her gaze fixated on her husband, her feet tripped up the stairs. "Whoa!" Where she expected to land hard on the ground, she never felt the impact but felt his strong arms around her. "Even if you are a lieutenant of the wizard knights, you're still as clumsy as ever," his charming smile had her blushing.

"...B-be nice to your wife," she muttered, looking away.

"Pft...hahahaha," her response and reaction he found hilarious, "Aren't we too far in our marriage to be getting shy, babe." Having caught her, he kept his strong arms around her in an embrace.

She giggled at his playfulness, "Are you going to let me go?"

"I saved you, I think I earnt a kiss."

"You already got dinner out of me, and your sweat is all over me," her smile, in his eyes, shined as brightly as the morning sun flooding through the forest.

He pulled her closer, tightening his embrace around her, his hot lips very close to hers, "I'm curious, you were looking at me like that. What were you thinking?"

Embarrassed to admit his handsome body had turned her on, she blushed and averted her gaze, "...W-well...it wasn't anything bad," she felt dirty having worded it like that, because what she had been thinking are thoughts one would never share out loud.

"Hmm," he hummed in thought with his golden eyes giving her a suspicious glance, "...I wonder, what it would take for you to tell me?" He had a shine in his eyes that made her back pedal a little bit, a smile curling across her face as he stepped closer, like a tiger ready to devour his meal.

"Darling?" She wondered what he was up to, looking at him mischievously and curiously.

Her movement stopped when she felt the rough texture of the bark on the tree behind her. In one strong lift, he had her wrap her legs around his waist and sandwiched between the tree and him. With her legs securely wrapped him, he pinned her hands above her head and at the same time pressed his lips against hers. The force of his passionate kiss, surprised her, but she loved the electrifying wave it sent through her body.

Easily, his tongue slipped between her lips and she happily accepted him. His kiss was fast, raw, rough and passionate, and he kept up the pace until she needed air back in her lungs. When he pulled away, their heavy breathing filled the still forest air, and he whispered in her ear, "Now I know what you were thinking. I'll make dinner tonight but in return...I want you."

His lips tickled her ear, and as he pulled away she found it hard not to pull him back. He chuckled, the sight of her dreamy eyes unable to peel away from his body, "You're cute as heck, you know," he kissed the tip of her nose, setting her feet back on the ground.

Walking ahead of her, she was unaware that she had been holding onto her breath but could finally allow oxygen back into her lungs again and to regain her composure and train of thought. "...That's no fair, using your good looks like that."

Her delayed reaction made him smile and he chuckled, "I would be a lousy husband if I didn't know how to turn you on."

"But, here. On the running trail."

"Hey, you were the one having the thoughts," he laughed, holding out his hand for her to take, "Now, we have two choices here. Go to the beach...or go back home," he purred in her ear with the home option, "We can have morning and evening adult time."

He suggested two good options, but she wanted him. Over the last two months, they have barely seen each other and last night when he came home, he was too tired. That kiss, awakened their desire, and the choice was obvious, "Take me home."

Bursting their front door open and closing it just as quickly, Vincent had her in his strong arms very quickly with her back against the wall. They needed to work through their desperation, and peeling each other's clothes off quickly was necessary. Twin moans filled their home: their dream home, ready to expand their family when the time was right. Somehow, they ended up on the floor of their bedroom trying to find their way to their bed.

Curling into the bed after they had made love, they laid on their sides facing each other and silently stared into each other's eyes. Smiling, Asana played with his crimson hair, pushing the locks back as he drifted between staying awake and falling asleep. "What do you want for breakfast?"

He started laughing, "Always thinking with your stomach. I thought this is where you say you love me."

She laughed in reply, "Of course! Food is yummy!" She enthused, not ashamed of her love for food, "And, I do love you, but I told you so many times just then that I do."

"But, you haven't answer my question," she smiled, "What do you want for breakfast? I'll whip us up something yummy."

Suddenly, she felt her body being dragged closer to his, "I want another dose of you," he said, bringing his hand up her thigh and cupping her buttock in his hand and squeezing it, and bringing her leg up over his. His lowered his head to her neck, trailing kisses up her neckline to her jaw then onto her lips. This time, he wanted to take his time to feel her.

She giggled, "You can't have me for breakfast, I'm not food," though she wasn't saying no as she arched her body feeling his wet tongue across her breasts.

"...But, I want...to taste you more," he teased, his hunger for her not satisfied.

"Oh, Vincent," she moaned, his ministrations to her body made her feel good.

In the middle of their passionate love making, as their bodies moved together in rhythm in their morning intimacy, they were interrupted by the ringing of their doorbell. "Who comes here at seven in the morning?" Vincent wondered, glancing at the clock and choosing to ignore the person at the door, he'd rather stay in bed with his wife.

"It's Anna!" A familiar voice called from the front door, "I know you're in there, Vincent, Asana! There's an emergency situation!"

"Can I make love to my wife, first?"

"No! This is urgent!" Anna replied, "Also, as Asana's commanding officer, I order her to open this door!"

"As the Vice Palladian, I overrule that order!"

"Vincent! This is important!" She reverted to yelling at him, since she knew the situation was desperate and their help was greatly needed, "I understand how hard the two of you have worked, and if this wasn't urgent, I wouldn't be here! Listen, I can brief you on the train, be packed and ready to leave in thirty minutes."

Angrily, Anna's heeled boot tapped on the small stone-marble porch of their new home, her footsteps echoing through the home. Vincent, paused, but then resumed making love to Asana. However, as much as Asana wanted to continue, she knew too that Anna seemed angry and on edge than usual.

"Vincent," putting her hands on the smooth planes of his pictorial muscles, she stop him from kissing her, "...Anna rarely gets that angry. Clearly, something's up," she noticed, and brushed her hand through his red hair, untied and falling to the length of his shoulders, as he liked it.

He kissed the palm of her hand and trailed his lips down to her shoulder, neck and, lastly, cheek, "I know...it's not like her to be that on edge. Something's going down," part of him wanted to leap off the bed and pack for whatever mission they were needed on and the other part of him desperately wished to stay in bed all day so he could make love to Asana, their intimacy impossible from the countless missions they've had to go on over the last few months.

She understood too, and it sounded nice to be in his arms all day but duty again called, "...We waited this long, we can wait a little more. Besides, we finished our first round."

"Yeah, but that was to work through the desperation. Now, we are making love and it's nice to feel you again. I haven't been able to have you for months now because of work."

"I know, but we can put in for some holidays and we can go somewhere where it is just you and me," the plan sounded nice, but Asana wondered if it was possible.

Her words though, cheered him up. Reluctantly, he removed himself from her and rolled off the bed to find their uniforms to wear. Even though she had been the one to stop their love making, the loss of him made her sad too. Laying naked, underneath the sheets with her breasts exposed, she glanced over to Vincent as we pulled their uniforms from their closet, off their hangers.

Finding her motivation, she rolled off the bed finding a fresh pair of panties and bra to cover her naked body. "What do you think this is about?" She wondered, dressing her body in her Wizard Knight uniform, hers different to Vincent's, "Could it be that dark wizard cult the ministry were keeping their eyes on?"

"Maybe, but whenever the Palladian wants all his best wizards on one job, you know it's not going to be a walk in the park type of job," he was confident that whatever was urgent to have the Palladian ordering all of them to one job, and Anna's unusual tone, it was not going to be a quick job, rather it would be dangerous.

Their uniforms on, with the only major differences being their insignias and Vincent's golden aiguillette attached from his left lapel, draping over his arm like knitted linked chains, and with the other end attached to his left breast pocket. His insignia had the image of the King's crown, ranking him as the Vice Palladian, but she wore nothing as powerful as he did. All she had was her insignia, the king's floral emblem on the King's crest, and a single strip pointing upwards, ranking her as a Squad Lieutenant. For this mission, they packed lightly, taking two separate bags in case they had to be separated.

She started to get an ill feeling about whatever it was they were headed for, "I don't feel so good," she mentioned, while she waited for him to lock their front door and they could travel together to the train station where Anna would be waiting for them.

"You're not getting sick, are you?" Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hugged her close to him and pressed her forehead against his cheek to feel her temperature, "You don't feel hot."

"No, nothing feverish. Just, got a really bad feeling and I feel...uneasy."

"If this is pure dark magic we're heading for, you're going to be useless in the fight. If that's the case here, I want you to stay close to me, don't follow Anna's orders but follow mine instead. That's an order," he used his powerful rank to overrule Anna's decisions.

Possessing many rare magical abilities, Asana is unaware that as a pure maiden, she knew she was a light wizard at heart, but she has yet to discover the natural source of powerful light magic that resides deep within her magical veins. Headmaster Randolph and Professor Schuyler had known her ability while they trained her, and enlisted the help of the Princess of the Elves, Saella, to train her rare gifts. Because of this, whenever she was fronted with pure black magic, it made her incredibly weak and ill – vomiting, disorientated balance and vision, fainting, severe sweating and feverish symptoms, lack of energy and short of breath, these all hindered her ability to use her magic efficiently during battle. With Vincent's life in her hands too, she had to choose her battles meticulously.

Travelling by train, Vincent escorted Asana to the private car, trailing behind the passenger cars at the very end of the steam train. Wrought iron railings and steps offered them protection to the only door to the cabin, the tinted windows were covered by curtains.

Opening inwards, the steel door needed quite the push to open, Asana using half of her strength just to keep it open for Vincent to follow in after her. Thankfully, his stronger hand effortlessly kept the door open as he pushed through their light bags and closed the door behind him.

"That was quicker than I expected, I am assuming Asana had common sense to stop your activities," Anna commented, checking the time on her watch.

Small lights screwed into the red-painted steel walls painted the room with in a yellow incandescent glow, the light shining in the teal leather sofa in the medium-sized car used only by Wizard Knights in their travels, since they could not be seated with passengers when they needed to discuss top secret information.

To the right of the only door, Anna was sitting at a vanity desk in front of a large mirror, reflecting her annoyed expression as she analysed the case notes to explain the urgent crisis for Asana and Vincent, her body trembling with the fear, anger and anxiety this emergency stirred within her usually thick-skinned and unaffected demeanour.

"You seem tense," Asana noticed, so did Vincent.

Behind her stool, there were two wooden armchairs, cushioned with either a red and white French or Indian printed cotton fabric. They were comfortable though, but their comfort was the farthest issue from their minds. Vincent's usually cool face disappeared, along with Asana's, since whatever it is they were about to face had disturbed Anna.

"Tell us everything," Vincent calmly ordered her.

Listening attentively, Asana and Vincent's eyes were both locked on Anna. She gathered the file she was reading and handed it over to Vincent, "Okay. Do you two remember the dark wizard cult Klaus Goldstein's team of ministry agents were after?"

"Yeah, they were investigating ingredients being cultivated for a potion used in dark magic alchemy and potions. Why, did they find something?" Asana affirmed they were aware of the case because the Palladian had put units on standby in case their back up was required.

"Well, they did find them...but...," Anna trailed off, deeply shaken but the ministry's discovery, "They followed a small group of those dark wizards back to a hideout on an offshore island, not far from the mainland. However, those investigators dropped dead on the spot."

"Seriously? Were they murdered?" Vincent asked.

Anna shook her head, "I don't think the dark wizards knew they were hanging around, but Klaus and his brother and father went to investigate, and noticed the area was shrouded and contaminated by black magic. They went to a nearby town, under the shield of masks, and all the towns people were dead."

"Black magic poisoning?" Asana guessed.

"Yes, but on the island where the hideout is, is a cloud of death magic they are threatening to unleash on our country. They are feeding it so it disperses into the air. Klaus has boxed the cloud in a barrier, but for the moment it is a temporary solution. It is pure black magic, and a few agents have already died too from falling ill from the poisoning."

Squeezing her fists into balls, Asana began to worry what would happen to her if she went near the pure black magic, and if the poisonous gas the cloud is spreading would kill her. Vincent reached over, and covered her fists with his hands. "...Todd was one of the first agents on the scene, he was killed," Anna admitted.

Glancing at each other, Anna suddenly erupted into tears for her loss. They had double-dated often, and Todd had just proposed marriage to Anna and they had a three-year-old son together. Asana quickly forgot about her worries, and held their friend tightly, allowing her tears to drench the navy lapels of her jacket turning them a shade of a blackened-blue, and the white fabric, grey. "How am I supposed to tell Clay that his father isn't coming home?"

His best friend cried like he had never seen, but the sight reminded him of when his own father was killed on the job. Had his mother cried like this when she was tasked with telling him and his siblings that his father was never coming home again? Anger boiled in his blood at the dark wizards who stole a father away from his son and the woman who loved him, "You tell Clay that his father was a hero, who died protecting him and our country," Vincent advised her.

Two hours into their journey, Asana cradled Anna until the restless woman fell asleep in her arms. Her breathing even, Asana smoothed the hair bothering her swollen and reddened eyes, "Vincent," she softly whispered up at him and he looked up at her through his eyelashes, "She's asleep. Could you carry her to the bed?"

He had been reading the case file over and over, brainstorming the various strategic options and figuring out the consequences, and also what these dark wizards intend to achieve, that question the least of his worries but, importantly, needed to be answered. His anger about Todd being killed and leaving a little boy fatherless and his best friend a broken-hearted widow drove his determination, but gently he did take care in putting her to bed.

Pulling the blankets over Anna, Vincent re-joined Asana, who was looking at the pictures taken by the investigators and skimming over the written notes. "I think you should sit out on this case, Asana. Those killed by the black magic, were either like you or their masks weren't fitted correctly."

"I'd say it would be the latter," she said, and felt sick at the sight of the dead townspeople in the photos. With the file in her hands, Vincent scooped up her body to have her sitting on his lap as he sat down in the armchair. "These poor people probably had no clue a dark magic cult were operating so close to them."

"Yeah," he agreed, shifting his body to make it easy for him to read through the file too, "That island has been deserted for centuries. I know there's an old temple there from the old blueprints, the ministry has them. I'd say that's where their hideout is."

"But, a cloud full of toxic black magic? Sounds so stupid yet terrifying."

"That's why I think you should go back home and wait for me to come home," Vincent's anxiety fuelled by the uncertainty of her safety as a pure maiden and light wizard, and that he knew how ill, weak, and ultimately defenceless she became in the face of pure dark magic, "I'm going to be too worried about you."

His worry over her safety filled her heart with warmth, but she refused to go anywhere, "I'm not going to abandon my duty, Vincent. If they succeed in dispersing the cloud across the country, neither one of us will survive. Remember our contract, if either one of us dies, so does the other, and if that is where this case is headed then I'd rather be by your side then to be a day away from you."

"Failure won't be option here," Vincent assured her, but her words made him happy, "Though, if we can't stop it, I'd rather be by your side too. I hope Anna is going to be okay though."

He glanced over at his friend sleeping in on the single bed down the back of the car, and Asana followed his worried expression too. They had been best friends since they were young, but she felt like she had known Anna for a lifetime too since they get along like sisters. "She has us, so she's not alone, and neither is Clay," she glanced up at Vincent, "It reminded you...didn't it? Of your Dad and Mom?"

"...Yeah. I've seen this before. That's why I want to catch these guys and force them to understand what they have done," his golden eyes, like the flames of a fire, burned with anger.

It made her angry too, but his anger was born from the similarities it drew with his past. Shifting her body, gently and cautious not to crush him, one arm disappeared in the gap between his body and chair to cuddle him. With the other arm, she wrapped it around his stomach with her hand holding his for comfort. Her face buried into his chest under his chin, and where her ears picked up the sound of his beating heart thumping underneath his skin. "I love you," she whispered.

Her actions didn't match her calm words, he was confused if she was scared about the case or if she was worried about him and this was her attempt to calm him down and cheer him up. He wasn't sure, but he kissed the top of her hair, smoothing down her hair with his hand and trailing it down to rest on her waist, "I love you too," he whispered back.

The file remained open in front of them, with a page of photographs detailing the extent of the damage created by this cloud of accumulated dark magic, bringing instant death to anything that inhaled its deadly odour, vegetation and animals also not being spared. Hundreds of fish littered the wavering water of the beach, some washed onto the sandy shore; lifeless ravens, with their feathery wings being puppeteered by the oceanic breeze, littered the grounds of the withered forests and parks, along with a variety of other animals and humans too.

Timber panels nailed together to form homes, had faded, chipped and some were broken into pieces, the village becoming a desolated and derelict wasteland, like it had been abandoned years ago during the tougher pioneering days, despite being lively and colourful with life twelve hours ago. The eroded timber didn't make any sense to Asana and Vincent.

"I thought this cloud destroyed living things?" She questioned, "So, why are the homes destroyed too?"

"Not just that, the town's central fountain is made of stone has crumbled."

"It doesn't make any sense why a cloud designed to destroy life is destroying inanimate objects."

"Yeah," he agreed, both of them plunging into deep thought about what could have caused inanimate objects to decay.

He barely managed to turn the page without banging his arm into her body, but the next page had a larger photo on the left side and two medium sized images on the right, detailing what had happened to the townspeople. The largest picture, emotionally powerful.

A mother hugged her three children to protect them from the onslaught of this cloud of death: a child about the age of ten, a toddler no more than three years old, and a newly born infant were dead along with their mother. How she held them, their scared little faces, revealed to Asana and Vincent the horrible fear they must have felt in their last moments of life, the innocent lives of the children murderously cut short. This cloud had petrified their bodies, wrinkled the skin, like the souls inside the shell of the skin and skeleton were separated from the their bodies. Seeing it and analysing it, became too much for her kind-heart that tears welled in her eyes and she turned away burying her head into Vincent's chest.

"Are you okay?" He rested the file on his knees.

He tightened the embrace of his arm already hugged around her waist and brought the arm across so that his hand could cup her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears she had shed for that family she didn't know but had face a cruel demise, "Who...who would do something so cruel to innocent people?" She cried, her watery tears dripping onto his thumb as he wiped them away.

His lips kissed the top of her head while he cuddled her in comfort, the image stirring his own emotional sorrow for that family and growing his anxiety about Asana heading towards this cloud, "...Hey," he whispered, "...We'll stop this. The good guys always win."

His joke made her smile but it didn't make her laugh. An eerie silence fell over the train with their destination at least another ten hours away, and that's on the magic express train. After a short while, her sympathetic tears for that family and her fear about what they were facing had exhausted her, and she had fallen asleep on his lap where he warmly cuddled her.

"Should get some rest," he concluded, having read the file from back to front and writing down strategic moves against this cloud.

Anna had the bed but the sofa was wide and comfortable enough to fit two people. Carrying Asana, he gently laid her down on the sofa and used the throw over the top of the cushions as a blanket to kept each other covered in their slumber. He laid his body next to hers but embraced her closely so that he wouldn't fall off the lounge; her head rested on his forearm like a pillow with his other arm keeping her protected in his embrace.

Tomorrow, they will face this cloud first and deal with the wizards later, but the uncertain results of their efforts could end up either saving or destroying the kingdom and the millions of people taking up residency within the prospering country.

While sleeping, Asana's ability to use foresight acted up. Visions of a desolated world, where a town she had been staying in had vanished creating an oasis of sand, like a desert. Dark clouds stretched as far as the eye could see and not a living soul in sight. Next to her feet, her dead body lied covered in the sand of the desert and next to her was Vincent. Both their skins dried and wrinkled, like their souls had been sucked from their bodies.

Drinking a cup of coffee, Anna peeled the curtains on the train so she could peer out at the sunrise. The beauty of the yellow sun rising through the pink fluffy clouds made her mad. Not too far now, the train would stop where the Wizard Knights had barricaded any persons of the public from going any further.

This town they were about to pull to a stop in was the next town in the firing line to be eradicated from the earth, along with the residents if they could not contain this monstrosity of a cloud. "Hey," she heard a soft voice behind her, and felt Asana's hand on her shoulder, gesturing her comfort, "I'm so sorry about Todd, but are you sure you're up to this Anna? Clay can't lose you too."

"You should be worried about yourself, Asana," her tone conveyed her worry for Asana,, since she also knew pure dark magic, like what they were about to face, made Asana ill and weak, to the brink of being unable to fight, "Something happens to you and Vincent, it would be too much pain. I already lost my husband, I don't want to lose my best friends."

Asana couldn't reply if they were going to be fine, since she could feel the pressure of the dark magic from their current distance, her fair skin paler than usual. Instead, she gazed out at the beautiful sunrise, watching two birds fly towards a tree, "It's a beautiful morning. The colour almost reminds me of Vincent's hair," her comparison made Anna laugh.

"How? It's pink not red."

"Really? I reckon it is a shade of crimson pink, you know between pink and red. Like a hygrocybe punicea."

"I have no clue what that even means," Anna shook her head, Asana's bizarre perception and mind making her laugh and smile, "But, whatever you are saying is making me laugh. So, thank you."

The train car they had been riding in had a small bathroom, and Vincent emerged from behind the steel sliding door, shirtless. "Good morning ladies," he walked up to Asana, giving her a kiss on the cheek with her handing him a warm cup of coffee, "Thanks," he grabbed the cup took an immediate sip to wake his body up.

"By the way, curiously, what is that thing whatever you just said?" Anna asked, referring to Asana's comment before. "What was it a hydrocyber gunciea?"

"That is way off," Asana laughed, "You mean a hygrocybe punicea. It is called a Crimson or Scarlet Waxy Cap, it’s a fungi. A mushroom, with reddish colour and yellow stalk. The colour of the sunrise reminded me of it."

"You're comparing a sunrise to a mushroom?"

"When you see it, you'll understand. They don't grow around here, but they used to grow in the mountains near my hometown of Retiz. My mother used to use them in cooking," as she explained the mushroom to Anna, she felt Vincent's arms holding her and his head resting on his shoulder, "What time did you go to sleep?"

"I stayed up thinking of strategies for this death cloud," he said, feeling the speed of the train slowing down, "This is the kind of situation where we need to be confident in the strategy we use otherwise we will make the situation worse."

"We have to watch that we don't overstimulate the magic and spells used to create the cloud," Anna added.

"Or watch that we don't disperse it. I have a feeling by dispersing the cloud, like those dark wizards want to, it will act like weather clouds, rolling across to different parts of the country unleashing its deadly spell over the living and inanimate," Asana figured.

The train completely came to a stop and pulled up alongside another passenger train be boarded by evacuating residents. Having heard what this cloud has done to their neighbouring town, mothers, herding their children onto the train, were escaping to somewhere far safer. "Come along children, we must leave this town. If the ministry can't contain that black magic, disaster will strike," they overheard one mother rushing her children onto the train.

Coming off the train, Asana instantly started to feel sick as they fixed their masks over their faces to prevent the odour from killing them as they headed to the contaminated zone via their brooms. Behind the mountain, the calm pink skies they were seeing was shrouded in an eerie shade of pitch darkness.

"You should ride with me," Vincent suggested, seeing her body growing weak from the potency of the dark magic.

"I'll be fine," she stubbornly argued and was ready to board her own broom.

Grabbing and pulling her hand towards him, Vincent was not taking chances, "Now is not a time to be stubbornly reckless. Can't you see I'm worried about you going into this battle. I know what dark magic does to you, and you're already feeling sick. As your Vice Palladian, you staying by my side is an order, and as your husband, I vowed to protect you from danger. I'm a man of my word, so get on my broom."

He wasn't wrong, and she knew that if anyone could see her body behaving differently, even if she looked somewhat healthy as she does now, Vincent would certainly pick up on it. "Alright...you're right," she gave in, and sat in front of him with his arms protecting her as the ascended into the sky towards the mountains where they could feel and see the dark energy coming from.

As they approached closer to the destination, Asana's body had become incredibly weakened. Her stomach turned in knots and she had already thrown up three times. Her eyes were spinning, causing her vision to blur. A headache pounded away in her head and it felt light, like it would fall off. Her breathing, short.

"Is she getting sick?" Anna asked, flying beside them and watching Asana struggling to fight the illness the dark magic inflicted upon her.

"Yeah, I'm worried," Vincent replied, "She's never fallen this sick this quick. At least we know it is pure, pure black magic."

"I think you should fly back and let her help with the evacuation of the next town."

"She would never forgive me if I did that," Vincent replied, respecting his wife's wish to fight but being torn by the option to turn around and have her wait in the town they had just come from.

Sweat formed across her brow as she leaned onto Vincent for support. On landing, she had completely collapsed into his arms, unable to walk from her disorientated balance and debilitating feverish symptoms coming off the dark magic. Makeshift tents had been set up in the same village they had seen completely ruined by the dark magic with every wizard fitted with a tight mask to keep the dark magic from killing them.

The recovery unit from the ministry were working to bag bodies while a wizardry unit were working to help Klaus stabilise his magic barrier designed to contain the dark magic from spreading any further. Up close, the deathly cloud was terrifying like it had been conjured from the depths of hell by the way the obsidian gas circulated like an angry storm ready, roaring and ready to unleash destruction wherever it decides to make landfall.

"...Pure...death...magic," Asana could barely speak, her usual soft and feminine voice changed to a dry, rough tone.

"What was that?"

"...It's not just...dark magic...that's death magic...the worst of all black magic."

"She's right," suddenly, a familiar voice they knew all too well spoke from behind them. Turning their bodies around, the dignified voice, perfect tall posture and golden-blonde hair and amethyst eyes belonged to Klaus, and standing behind him was his father and two brothers, "This is not ordinary, everyday black magic. The spell you see it – Death Cloud, ripped from the pages of death magic textbooks."

Seeing her poor state, Walter's attention was directed at her, "...Does she always get this way when faced with pure black magic?" He wondered, having heard much about the wizard the ministry often talks about with her rare but many naturally gifted magical talents, "...Asana Knight? Formerly, Asana Way?"

"Yes, sir. She's not usually like this. In fact, she used to be in Elias' classes back in the academy days."

Elias nodded, "Yes, she has never been healthy when faced with pure black magic. Even speaking about it briefly in Professor Schuyler's class once, she threw up."

Staring at her, rubbing his fingers along his chin, he knew this was the wizard everyone talked about. Vincent, not able to read his expression turned to Klaus, for answers and the look being read by his their long-time friend, "Father has heard much about Ms Knight, but has never had the opportunity to extend an invitation to meet her. Her natural abilities...intrigue him...as a wizard."

"My wife is pretty amazing, but she's not at her best right now."

"She's already quite famous for her rare and natural magic powers, whom Headmaster Randolph has greatly informed me in detail, but I can see now her other powers are only beginning to awaken. We could use that right about now. Anyway, come this way, you all need to be briefed on the new information."

Barely able to stand, her eyes started drifting in and out of consciousness, their voices only a deep and low noise where she couldn't understand the words they were saying. Vincent knew she was only sick, because if she suddenly started to become deathly ill, he'd feel it too. He had been holding her up this whole time by having his arm holding his waist and her arm over his shoulder, that when she completely fainted, it stunned him.

"Asana! Babe, can you hear me?" He tried to wake her up but she wasn't coming around. Scooping her into his arms, he followed the Goldstein patriarch into a tent where the Palladian and other high ranking agents and knights were strategizing the best course of action.

"There is a bed over there she can rest on," Walter pointed to a bed, he clearly slept in, with his bags beside the bed and several mattresses on the floor possibly being the beds of his three sons, "She will not be too useful to us if she's out cold like that," he said to the other men.

"What are you talking about? Her light magic?" Vincent assumed.

They all nodded, "Yes, but even if she does come around we have no clue when that will be," the Palladian explained, making room for Vincent to join the discussion, "Light magic beats dark magic but with the amount of wizards we have here, it is not going to be enough."

"We also run the risk of overstimulating the cloud with light magic, and Lieutenant Knight is the only wizard here with the right training to use such power. Not only this, but Grand Mage Randolph and Conrad Schuyler, along with Princess Saella, know her light magic is the most powerful among the humans in the world."

Walter's words just now shocked Vincent, "...Is she that powerful?"

He nodded, "When I was tasked by Randolph to train her, he told me that she is a special kind of wizard. She is capable of high-level magic without even exerting too much stamina, and these are abilities some of us dare hope to dream of having, but she has all of them. Once every five thousand years do you come across a wizard, like her, who is capable of unlimited power. In other words, her powers are still growing, she hasn't even tipped the edge of her potential."

Looking over his shoulder, she still remained unconscious. Even if she was extremely powerful, she is a pure maiden, the maiden of light magic but before all of that, she is his wife. Seeing the worry plastered all across his face, the Palladian, offered a ridiculous solution, "If she won't wake up, is there a way we could sacrifice her light magic."

"Sacrifice any part of my wife, you'll regret it," Vincent's golden glare took on a threatening and challenging stance towards his superior, though he didn't care. "She maybe a maiden of light magic to you, but that is my wife."

"Vincent, I understand how you feel about it but if we can't control this and she is our only salvation, better her than the rest of the world," he forwarded a reasonable case but Vincent dismissed it.

"She's a person, not a sacrificial lamb! You will not do anything to her without her permission, or so help me, you will go with her."

"Watch your tongue, Vincent!" The Palladian's low, stern voice, warned him, "You maybe one rank below me but I still can throw you in the brink."

With that insensitive warning, Vincent's mood soured and a disrespectful feeling developed for the man he respected. Offering up his wife, the woman he loved more than anything, who made a life-changing contract without a moment of thought for his life to continue, who gave him all the happiest in the world, and his boss, his mentor, was dishing her up like food to a giant monster. It angered him, fuelling their argument.

"I'll never stand still or stay silent when you're offering my wife on a whim hoping that kind of a strategy would work. She may not mean a thing to you, but she means everything to me!"

"I'm thinking in the best interest of this country, I am doing my job! If it works, our kingdom will prosper for centuries to come!"

"What happens when the next threat to our country occurs and you need a source of light magic to stop it? What are you going to do, huh?" Vincent countered his desperate solution with long-term logic, "You sacrifice her, you won't have her power to stop anything like this from happening in the future."

"If we don't stop this cloud now, there will be no future to worry about!" Palladian shouted, the volumes of their voices rising that others could hear outside.

Anna shook her head, "If she dies, so does he," she muttered, Klaus and Elias knowing about the contract as well, but the Palladian and their father unaware of the contract.

"But he loves her, not even I agree with sacrificing her to that cloud," Klaus took Vincent's side.

Walter and the other officers in the tent were split in opinion, Walter taking Vincent's side along with two others but the other three outnumbering Vincent by agreeing with the Palladian.

Vincent took a protective stance in front of her, warning them away, "What if this was your wife, huh? Would you offer her up as bait, not even sure if this would even work. Give her a chance to wake up first!"

"We don't have the luxury of time, Vincent. We have no idea how long Klaus' barrier is going to hold against the vortex out there!"

"Then hurry up and find another solution, sacrificing my wife is out of the question!"

From her condition, she could hear the argument happening around her.

"Gentlemen, let's calm down," Walter suggested, standing between the two men, "Klaus is briefing Anna now on the situation, but Vincent allow me to fill you in and see what you can come up with."

"Alright," he agreed to that but not moving an inch away from Asana.

"With the tests we have conducted we know this to the spell Death Cloud, it is a powerful and ancient spell created and written by the infamous dark magic Bronwen Cult. A name meaning dark and pure, they invented this spell by combining time magic with a potion and sacrificial magic. It involves the ancient 'tempus mortem' spell and combining that with the 'nigrum cor' potion."

She heard all of that, her consciousness beginning to return, but her body still weak from the black magic looming in the skies, "The time travelling death spell with the blackened heart potion," she murmured.

"Asana? Babe, you're worrying me," Vincent kissed the back of her hand through the fabric of the gloves she wore as part of her uniform and protecting her skin from the black magic which threatened.

Slowly, she sat up, hanging her feet down from the makeshift bed Vincent had laid her on. Still wobbly, she walked over to the group of men, listening as Walter filled Vincent in, "How are you feeding in light magic right now?" She asked.

As she asked that question, outside a roaring thunder crackled in the sky and shaking the earth under their feet. Outside, Klaus could see his barrier starting to break from the force of the magic, but the block was starting to aggravate the cloud, making the magic unstable. The light magic being fed to the cloud was beginning to tear the fluffy dark mist, like it was cotton candy.

"That's not good," Elias commented.

"Damn it! Why is it becoming unstable?" Klaus grumbled, watching his magic being defeated by a cloud made him angry, "I hate this cloud!"

"Now is not the time to be jealous of a cloud," Anna admonished him but she had no clue how to stop what was happening and worried for the future.

From the crack in the barrier, speeding bullets of dark magic from the cloud began to fall to the ground, making craters in the earth where it landed and people dodging the deadly attacks by jumping out of the way. Screams echoed across the sea and through to the mountains behind them.

Racing outside, the highest ranking officials watched the chaos unfolding and began using light shields to defend themselves, with the others around them following suit. Regathering whatever strength she had, she knew a spell Saella had taught her and would be extremely useful in this situation, but she needed a heart of pure light magic to cast it. "I'm going to try something," she turned to Vincent, "Saella taught me a light song, and I don't know if it will work but I have to try it. Tell everyone to feed their light magic into one point to the centre of the cloud. Have them use the spell, lux caeli followed by pluvia. It's an easy spell to summon a raining light, make sure it focuses on the central point of the vortex."

He nodded, "Be careful and don't get too close to it," he warned, having grabbed her arm before she walked towards it and giving her a quick kiss, "Be safe."

"I'll try, just believe in me for this to work."

"I always do," he smiled, letting her go and spreading her order around to every agent and knight working to defeat this monster of dark magic, "Alright! Listen up, focus your light magic to one point, the centre of the cloud!" He repeated the incantation she wanted them to use, and they all heard him.

Asana walked directly in front of the swirling cloud, the black magic making her worse than before. She stood on grassless land, where the dark magic had completely killed any form of life that existed underneath its shade.

She could feel the light magic from the others around her weaving into the central point of the cloud, and it worked like a needle and thread to stitch the parts of the cloud back together. However, she couldn't stand in this spot for too long as the dark magic would quickly work its way in to contaminate her too, like it had the grounds around her.

"Okay," she closed her eyes and focused, "Remember the basics, I need wind and light magic to work together," she mumbled, and looked up at Klaus' barrier, "I need to use that barrier to my advantage here. If I combine my primitive magic with light magic, it should work."

She strategized out loud what she needed to do, and knew this spell would drain her energy to the point she would likely pass out. She had never cast a spell to this scale before, but she hoped it would work. "Here I go," she concentrated on what she needed to, a swirling wind picking up around her body, blowing her hair wildly.

Once she felt the wind, she began to sing, concentrating on several different things at once and hoping for this to work, "Caeli desuper mihi lucem vincere ventus lux in tenebris. Ventus Inter Aquilonem et Turbo!" She sang, and with each repeat her voice grew louder and more passionate. This light, she summoned, was no ordinary light, but was the light from the heavens combining with the raining light magic summoned by the other wizards to rain onto the cloud from above, infusing it with a primitive wind tornado as big as the death cloud before them.

Her power greatly overpowered the dark magic with a powerful gust of wind, knocking over the makeshift tents, their hats and crumbling the stone and wood of the desolated and decayed ruins of the town around them, even the waves of the sea becoming violent. The light, blinding those around her.

A golden tornado of light-wind quickly blackened. The Death Cloud dyeing the yellow light with its colour, the light and dark battling within the swirling vortex. She kept up her concentration, the strain on her body from using this much energy becoming unbearable and exhausting. Anna could see Vincent worrying, but she held him back. "She's doing a great job, let her do this!" She yelled at him to be heard over the roaring noise of the light and dark winds, and Asana's painful screams.

Feeling the last of the dark energy being completely absorbed by her magic, she used the last ounce of her powers to vanquish the evil from the sky, "Debellaturus!" She yelled, delivering the final blow and vanquishing the darkness by having her pure light magic devour it and letting it dissipate into the blue skies again.

Those pink clouds she had seen with Anna were gone, and she caught a glimpse of a clear blue, cloudless skies, bringing out the beauty of the world before her, before tiredness consumed her and she fainted again.

"Asana!" Running to her, Vincent's knees went sliding along the sand, kicking up dust around him, as he caught her body in time before she landed hard on the ground. "Asana? Darling, say something, please tell me you're okay?" He knew she wasn't dead, otherwise he would be too, but he never wanted to see her in such a state like this.

He loved her bubbly energy, but he loved her very much for unlocking her hidden powers and using it to save the kingdom. Her eyes fluttered opened, and through a small crack of her open eyes, Vincent's handsome, but worried face, blocked out the bright sunshine, making her smile. She though in that moment, her sunlight is him. Squeezing his hand, she felt her muscles ache but she had to say something, "...I'm okay," she managed.

Gently, he hugged her close. He could feel the tense muscles all over her body, "You did an amazing job, and saved all of us and the kingdom. Get some sleep and recover your energy, okay," his caring voice was so sweet, the way he gently held her made her feel warm and loved.

"Vincent," and she was going to tell him, "...I love how caring you are of me. To feel this warmth you give me, to hear those words, I would go through one hundred times worse pain than what I am feeling right now to make sure I always feel you close to me."

"You just like to make me worry, don't you?" He lowered his head, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, "Shut up and get some sleep already."

She laughed but it didn't last for long as she lost the fight to stay awake. Her eyes closing shut. Scooping her body into his arms, he carried her back to the base where the camp was in shambles with some tents uplifted from the wind she created.

Walter glanced at the Palladian, "If you have something to say Walter, say it."

With Walter's arms folded and smiling fondly at Vincent and Asana, a boss who approved of her method, he took the Palladian's advice to speak freely, "Not only do you owe them an apology and a few months' vacation, but I think you should look into promoting her too. She has knowledge and powers unlike any other wizard in the world, and I have met quite a few of them, she's special and rare. Don't jump to conclusions like you did before."

"When I want advice from a ministry agent, I will ask for it!" He grumpily stated, storming away from his own embarrassment about jumping to the desperate solution of sacrificing her to the Death Cloud.

"Is it possible had you all agreed to offer her as a sacrifice to a cloud, she would have been contaminated by the dark magic and turned dark herself?" Elias wondered, the question puzzling him and curious to know what a dark-ridden Asana could be capable of doing.

Anna and Klaus read between the lines of his curious question. "After what I have witnessed, I don't ever want her turning dark. She'd be...difficult to stop, especially with that stubborn side of her," Anna commented.

"Agreed," Klaus seconded it.

Walter turned to the group of wizards gathered, "Alright, listen here! The recovery team, my team and Klaus' will remain here to investigate the town and this section of the land, I wanted submitted reports on my desk within one week of the conclusion of our time here. Wizard Unit K84 and K85 you will go with Julius' team across to that island and encounter the dark wizards, bringing them in dead or alive if you have to. Let's get to work."

Anna's unit was not listed in the teams which needed to stay, and ordered them to return home along with the other dismissed teams from the investigation. Although they won, she felt like she lost the most with Todd, a victim of this heinous crime, and turned to Julius Goldstein, "Make them pay, Julius. Todd was under you."

"Oh, I intend to," he replied. "You don't want to join?"

She shook her head, "I need to go home and tell my son."

He nodded, "I apologise for what has happened."

"It's part of our job, but that doesn't make it any less harder to bare," she answered, but looked up the path where Vincent boarded his broom with Asana in his arms, "But, I still have my family to help me through. Just, make sure they pay for what they have done here, not just for my Todd but for all the innocent people they murdered here."

Dressing out of their uniforms, wizard knights and agents decided to celebrate their victory at a tavern in the neighbouring town, shouting ever resident with a drink to get wasted on. Vincent and Asana, with Anna, were on their way home. Anna lived in the capital, not far from the slice of paradise Vincent and Asana had moved to. Taking the private car, Vincent had laid Asana in the bed, "She's going to be alright?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, that spell has just taken it out of her. As they say, more difficult the spell is the more energy you need to put in it to make it work," he replied, "Coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks," understandably, her cheery and bubbly nature had not returned as she was a widow grief-stricken by Todd's death, "...I'm going to take Clay home to visit my parents. They have never met him, and they are complaining I don't go see them often."

"That's good, they've probably missed you like crazy."

"Yeah," she saw the cup of coffee land in front of her, "Are you and Asana ever going to have children? You've been married, what...five years or something like that?"

He shrugged, the question catching him off guard, "...Uhm...I...we've never really discussed it...or we have but never decided anything."

"You'd make a great father and I don't know why, but I can see Asana growing old and being the grandmother who would write a cookbook and bake cookies for the grandkids. You'd be the crazy Grandpa."

He sighed, "Do you ever stop teasing me?"

"Of course not, you're like a brother to me and you will be treat as one."

"...I've never thought about it, then again...I never thought I'd fall in love either. I know she wants children."

"She's saved your life twice now, compromise would you. Put a baby in her...when she's ready, and when you are. That sounded so wrong then, didn't it?"

"It did, it truly did."

#vincent knight #asanawayMC #klaus goldstein #elias goldstein #wizardess heart fanfiction #lightmagic

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Just A Dream C2.P2

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Leo Sloane was a towering brick wall compared to most of his co-workers, with hair the color of ocean waves and eyes like jade daggers. His skin was like most others in Keazar, a caramel butter brown, a few scars here and there from his time on the war front but nothing truly devastating. If not for his immense height of seven feet and ten inches, he could almost pass off as plane looking and ordinary. Like many other teachers of the academy he wore the standard uniform black slacks with various pockets, a white button up long sleeve, and strict coat designed similarly to the student’s coats but with the neck sitting snuggly against his own. Over his right breast were several pins from the ‘accomplishments’ he achieved in his war-time, his left breast was decorated only with the single embroidered crest of the academy he now served. Leo rose to his feet, ignoring the following silence of his students who couldn’t help but fall quite whenever he rose to his feet. Taking the clipboard in hand he glanced briefly at the door where two shadows peered back at him before addressing the class as a whole.

“Now that everyone is here,” he gave his top student, Silva Moriyama, a pointed glare; to which she only smirked back at him. “The headmaster has decided that as the first day of school, all students are to assemble at the Assembly Hall on the Elementary grounds. To prevent any form of ‘tactics training’,” Leo stopped to glare pointedly at two students in the back of his class, both of whom looked back at him innocently, “the guards will be accompanying each class to the location.” No one said a word, though their facial expressions expressed their displeasure with the news. Even though they knew it was tradition at this point, the necessity to travel from one building to another several dozen yards away was still annoying even to those with seemingly endless energy.

“From back to front, everyone arise and line up,” Leo ordered with a tone of boredom. “Mr. Cleary, Mr. Devlin, you will lead us to the auditorium.”

“Seriously?!” the two boys groaned loudly.

“Come up here,” Leo’s voice booked no room for argument and his students knew by now then to challenge his word. Between the high school and middle school, just behind the towering clock tower, were the elementary school grounds. The elementary grounds were one and a half larger then both the grounds of the high school and middle school territories. Past the play pins, sports fields and assortment of toys designed for the younger children, there was a large crater with a glass dome covering it. Thousands of children walked to the elementary grounds, they walked past the toys and headed straight for the silver dome sitting in the center of the elementary grounds. Amongst that number was of course Silva Moriyama, walking tall and proud, her eyes unwavering as she marched ahead of her classmates. Try as the teachers might, teenagers were teenagers and children were children, expecting any of them to remain in the neat little rows they were given was a futile effort. As soon as everyone got close enough they each scattered, regrouped and continued on their way forward.

Entering the dome through a long dark cement hall, Silva walked down the gentle slope until she reached the end of the hall. At the edge of the large cool room several teachers were handing out small teal books to the passing students. Taking the book from a violet haired woman, Silva looked at the cover of the book and read the lines ‘Koula Military Academy Rules’ and beneath that read ‘Keazar Board of Directors’. Splintering off while she opened the book, Silva walked past a few rows of stairs down before choosing a staircase and calming descended towards the center of the crater.

“Don’t those guys ever get tiered of making up rules and regulations?” The annoyed voice of a boy briefly distracted Silva from her book for a moment but her attention didn’t last long as she kept walking further and further away from the entrance. Pausing half way down the stair case, Silva looked about herself with a blank expression, observing her classmates and fellow academy students. The tall dome surrounded the crater perfectly; large panes of glass were held and supported by thick pillars of white marble. The steps, the large stone seats, the walls of the crater were all the same white marble, holding a mixture of teal lines that swirled about the crater without form or direction.

“Sy! Sy! Over here Sy!” Silva sighed as she turned her attention towards the lower levels of stone seats, where she could see a tall girl with scarlet waves flying about with her excited waving. “Sy! Sy! Over here!” Stifling the urge to walk in the opposite direction, Silva huffed in exasperation and walked down the steps to greet the bubbly red head. The teenage girl waving Silva down was certainly taller than her and had hair the color of crimson roses with perfect ocean waves surrounding her round face gracefully; stopping only at the edge of the girl’s not-quite knee-length skirt.

“Mui, what did I tell you about calling me that?” Silva asked as she stopped before the tall red head, “We’re not children anymore.” The bubbly red head was easily the tallest girl of their class year, her name was Muirenn Acquafreda. Out of everyone in their class year, Muirenn had the biggest bust, the longest legs, and the most flirtatious personality. Muirenn was well known for her ruby red wavy hair and her perfectly silver eyes. Of course, being doubted the ‘hellfire maiden’ might’ve helped with people remembering her appearance but it certainly didn’t remind them of her short temper.

“Don’t give me that!” Muirenn’s smile split her face and her silver eyes glittered like coins. “You still call me ‘Mui’ so I’m still calling you ‘Sy’!”

“Can’t you be quite?” Silva asked with a soft smile, “I’m right here, there’s no need to shout.”

“Huh? You say something?” Muirenn asked suddenly, turning to glare at a group of boys further up the steps then them.

“Nothing ya’ cursed giant!” Silva closed her eyes and sighed heavily, she didn’t need to look to know that the sound of terrified apologies and whimpering came from the same boys who just insulted Muirenn.

“For the last damn time I’m not a giant!” Muirenn roared in one of the boy’s faces, each boy was held in the air by their vests, their feet flyingly about uselessly while Muirenn held them in the air with furious expression.

“I’m sorry! Please forgive me!” one boy cried back, his bruised cheek darkening into a purple imprint of Muirenn’s fist.

“Mui, calm down. If the teachers see you bullying them, then you’re the one who’s gonna get in trouble.” Silva said as she stepped off the stairs and walked down the row of marbled seats. She lifted her book up and flipped through the pages again, searching for that one section she was curious about.

“What? But they started it!” Muirenn whined, both boys still held in the air as she turned to give Silva a pleading looking.

“And I’m finishing it,” Muirenn yelped as she released the boys she had previously been holding up, wrapping both of her hands around her head she quickly retreated to Silva, barely managing to avoid the second hit by a guard. Reaching her friend, Silva and Muirenn both turned to look back at the guard, the man looked stiff in his black and navy uniform, scolding the boys before walking away as if someone was holding a dagger to his back.

“Geez, still tense and awkward with us, do the guards ever change?” Muirenn asked as she rubbed at her sore crown, “Aw, man! I’m gonna get a big lump on my head now!” Silva smirked as she found the page she was searching for, pausing to look up at her friend with glittering azure eyes.

“So, what do you call that thing on your shoulders?” Silva asked mischievously. Muirenn glared at her but said nothing, choosing instead to look about them again, leaving Silva to return her attention to the walking away guard. Frowning thoughtfully, Silva looked about herself once more, she could see a team of guards rotating around the edges, making a clear point for where students and teachers were to sit. She knew what Mr. Sloane had said earlier but he didn’t say anything about the guards doing rounds in the auditorium much less said teams of soldiers being armed. The guards weren’t usually armed when in student’s presence, it was much to easy for a cocky or depressed idiot to attempt for a live-weapon.

“Anyways, have you seen Tami?” Muirenn asked, her scarlet waves flying about in a wide curtain as she searched all around them for their third friend. “I can’t find her pampered butt anywhere.” Silva pulled herself away from her thoughts and the strangeness of the guards, to speak to her tall friend.

“You do recall what happened the last time someone called her princess right?” Silva asked blandly, trying not to show her distraction with the armed security around them.

“I didn’t call her princess, you did!” Muirenn retorted with a grin, like she won a bet.

“You just did,” Silva smirked. Muirenn stilled for a moment before her silver eyes widening in realization. Before Muirenn could duck a small teal book smacked into the back of Muirenn’s crimson head, making her yelp loudly.

“Damn it Tamiko! That hurts!” Muirenn whined loudly, she turned to look behind her to see their friend. The girl standing behind Muirenn was shorter and as thin as a broom stick, with eyes and hair the color of a starless night sky and skin like caramel butter. Whereas Muirenn’s uniform sat on her body tightly as if she had already out grown it in the few hours she had it, Tamiko’s uniform sat on her body like it was custom made. The thin girl gave Muirenn a disinterested look as she crossed her arms in front of herself lazily, her left-hand drooping with the weight of the book as if it were too much for her manicured fingers to hold.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to get into fights with the boys, Mrs. Giant?” Tamiko asked in a tone of utter boredom “Honestly, can’t you keep your voice low even for a minuet? There’s no need to shout.”

“I’m not a giant!” Muirenn shouted earning sighs from her friends in response.

“You still haven’t learned your lesson yet, Mrs. Acquafreda?” Silva turned to look back at the amused feminine voice. Walking towards them was a girl several inches shorter then Silva with mischievously sparkling emerald eyes, her platinum locks were pulled up into a ponytail with a single braid wrapping around it and another braid dangling from the right side of her freckled face.

“Emma, why are you grinning like the cheesier cat?” Silva asked blandly, she was answered by an explosion from the entrance hall. “Really Emma? Orange? Did you have to pick orange? You know everyone hates that color.” From the hall an orange cloud drifted out, accompanied by several running teenagers cursing up a storm, a few even ran face first into the nearby guard team.

“I know! Isn’t it great?!” Emma laughed loudly, doubling over in her near hysteric laughter. “Vengeance has its perks!”

“Ms. Wonderson, you are aware that they closed the dome do to the possibility of rain today, correct?” Tamiko asked curiously, Emma stopped laughing, her face frozen in her look of utter amusement that slowly became more and more awkward looking.

“Oh heavens! Without air current it’ll spread to everyone else!” Emma shrieked

“And that’s why you’re number two,” Muirenn snickered.

“What?!” Emma asked loudly before lunging at the taller red head.

“Bring it pipsqueak!” Muirenn challenged as she locked hands with the shorter blonde. “Without your toys you’re stupid easy to handle!”

“That’s no way to talk about yourself Mui!” Emma smirked at her.

“Ah shut up, ya damn runt!”

“Say that again you wanna-be Giant!”

“Fine! You’re an easy bug to squash!”

“If you two don’t stop, you’ll turn orange,” Silva said as she walked past them, the two girls couldn’t finish a confused ‘huh’ before they were doused in orange smoke. The two shrieked as they dived out of the smoke, looking teary eyed and horrified at the fine coat of orange dust covering them from head to toe. Towards the front of the crater where the section for staff members was gated off, several teachers stood on their feet shouting and groaning about the prank spilling across the student population. At the further back wall of the teacher’s section sat a large lever with several cords sprouting out from it, surrounding it with lazy postures were several masked guards.

“Damn it Mrs. Wonderson! What’d we tell you about pranking assemblies?!” One of the lower ranked guards bellowed as he charged up the stairs to the back of the teacher section.

“Oh, come on owl! How often do I get caught by own traps?” Emma asked as she put her hands on her orange hips and glared across the crater, knowing the guard could hear her clear as day.

“All the time, pipsqueak!” Muirenn chimed in from behind her. The guards didn’t move as the armed soldier pushed against the lever, allowing the panes of the glass dome to shift and move.

“Shut it ya giant-wanna-be!” Emma snapped at the red head, whatever retort Muirenn might’ve had was cut off as the glass panes were moved far enough to dump buckets of water over the students and a strong stormy wind to disperse the orange gas. Eardrum shattering shrikes filled the auditorium, students of all sizes tried to reach for cover or tried to cover themselves with their jackets. Once the auditorium was free of orange gas, which now sat on the white marble like thick paint, ‘Owl’ pressed the lever back up and all the glass panes were sent back to their rightful places. Silva uncurled herself from within her jacket and set her academy bag at her feet instead of over her head, her seat remained dry and orange-stain free. Rolling her shoulders to unlock the stiff joints from the long-tucked position, Silva glanced back at her friends, smirking in amusement at their drenched figures. Tamiko hadn’t moved much from her place but had made the mistake of covering her head with her briefcase instead of her seat and as such, didn’t have a dry seat to take.

“Serves you both right,” Tamiko mumbled without expression on her thin face as she looked about for the dryes seat closest to Silva. Both Emma and Muirenn were soaked to the bone, the orange dust having turned into neon paint on their now ruined uniforms.

“Shut it ice-queen! It’s in your hair!” Muirenn and Emma bellowed at her. Silva sighed heavily as Tamiko leaped towards the other two girls, a furious snarl slipping past her painted lips while her onyx ponytail ended in a stark contrast of a neon orange.

“They’re all idiots,” Silva sighed with a glance at the fighting teenagers, “I’m doomed.” Shaking her head with a fond smile, Silva flipped her perfectly dried book open to the location she had previously left her finger.

As our academy crest is the mythical nine-tailed fox, all ‘demons’ will have said fox sown onto their vests. Each tail will depict which class year they are. Five tails for fifth year, seven tails for seventh year, nine tails for ninth year, eleven tails for eleventh year and so on. Only the Nyx/Nane—Silva read this as the ‘demons’ of each class year as that was the terms used before each assigned name, just as she was ‘Nanece’ and the tenth-year demon was Nyxdixie—will have their tailed foxes sown in gold, all other students will have the same teal nine-tailed fox on their left breast.

If all students are supposed to have the teal nine-tailed fox on their left breast, why dose Silas have a five tailed-fox? Silva thought, her eyes pinching in convulsion as she re-read the text again and again, even going to the previous paragraph and continuing on to the next page. Still thought, Silva could not find the answer to her question. Heaving a heavy sigh she looked up to stare at the location where most of the preschoolers were sitting, a habit she quickly realized she would need to break to find her actual little sister. Looking down and scanning the lowest seats for anyone with black hair, Silva realized that she couldn’t find her baby sister. Almost all of the students between Silva and the lowest levels were stained in orange, most receiving the annoying orange-gas to the back of their head which stained their hair in the obnoxious color. Just as panic began to seize her heart, Silva heard the tinkle of bells and her eyes swept the rows of young children to catch sight of a young girl taking out a ribbon from her hair. The stained ribbon fell lose, revealing an odd black stripe amongst the thick orange waves. The small girl then turned to another and that other girl quickly pulled and struggled with the wet locks to form a ponytail on the top of the girl’s head. Once it was done, Silva felt herself relaxing into her seat again, she could see that girl’s dark curly roots and that ruined orange ribbon had been retied to reveal unstained crimson silk.

Wait, Silva looked back down at her book, a new frown twisting her features. Sitara only had a single-tailed fox on her dress. She went back through her book but still found nothing about the oddity of it. She knew embroidery took time and patience, so there was no way that such a mistake could’ve been over looked or ignored. Silva’s eyes rose to search out her baby brother but she couldn’t find him any easier then she could find Sitara.

Was someone purposefully singling out her siblings?

“Attention all students, please take your seats. If you cooperate we won’t be here long.” Silva shivered as the low ominous voice of ‘Eagle’ rumbled through the crater air. As all the guards were split into fourteen unites, Silva could firmly say that out of all of them, no one could sound closer to the devil then one Commander Eagle. As usual, when commander Eagle was speaking every student of KMA was quick to obey his orders. Soon regardless of rank, class year, social standing, friend ship or obscurity; every student of the academy was seated a respectful distance between them and facing Eagle with rapt attention. Silva noted absentmindedly that Emma was sitting to her right with Muirenn and Tamiko taking her left, both in order.

“There have been problems with our borders; it goes without saying that this year we’ll be attacked again from our enemy.” Eagle began quickly and without prompt. His words however unnerved Silva, making her eyes sweep once more out over the rotating men and women still armed and walking the parameter of the auditorium. “Therefore, the number one rule for this school year is ‘Black’. If you hear this word from one of us guards or a staff member, you are to leave the premises as quickly as possible. Your new uniforms come with a few added items; one of them is the whistle sitting in the right pocket of your vest. Use that whistle to call help or alarm nearby guards, one or the other will reach you. Hopefully we’ll find you before it’s too late.”

“Yea, cause that’s comforting,” Emma grumbled under her breath. “Now everyone knows why I’m always armed. I can’t trust the damn guards to keep us safe, especially since they can’t even keep the school safe.” It took a deep breath and temporarily closed eyes for Silva to push back the memories from five years ago. Eagle’s deep baritone voice made pushing through the visions of blood and screams that much easier. Silva opened her eyes and focused once more on the masked man standing in the center of the auditorium.

“That said, other added security measures have taken place, there is no longer the ability to travel past the eighth row of any of the orchards. If we—the guard—find you past the eighth row, you’ll be living on our survival terms, understand?” A course of answers filled the air, none sounded cheerful or energetic as it appeared that none of the students cared for the seemingly obvious punishment of disobedience. Eagle fell silent as the student murmured and whispered amongst themselves, giving them time to grasp the situation and understand the meaning of his words.

“Anyone else notice the significance of the ‘black’ codes?” Silva asked the girls around her, wondering if she was the only one who caught onto the dodge-ball explanations.

“Yeah,” Muirenn agreed, her face propped in her hand. It was only her narrowed eyes that gave away the fact that she was thinking deeply on Eagle’s words..

“They’re suicide moves,” Tamiko murmured, answering any silent questions the others had. “Aunty told me about them before but… I guess none of the teachers were fully versed in all of the terms before now.”

“Great so any ‘black ops’ are moves the staff members are gonna use that’ll end with their deaths and maybe ours if we don’t get far enough away.” Emma grumbled, glaring at the staff section with a pout on her freckled face. “Dose that include the elementary teachers and receptionists? Or just the more insane teachers of the middle and high school departments?”

“I think that’s why they gave us a revised rule book,” Silva answered as she lifted the book for her friends to see. “The finer details are most likely in here. We should read them to see what’s changed.” She was defiantly going to go over it three or four times when she got home, that was for sure.

“Seriously?” Muirenn whined at Silva, “More reading? Don’t we do that enough in school?”

“If something happens this year, we can know the protocols of the teachers and work with them instead of against them,” Emma explained, letting Silva freely flip through the rule book again. “That’s why they made extra copies… for those of us who can read between the lines, we can then prevent any extreme actions from taking place…”

“So, when a staff member thinks that the only out is through a ‘black op’ move, we can prevent them from taking that final step and keep the school from losing one of its vital teachers.” Tamiko said, a slow smile creeping across her face as her eyes lit up only to dim as another thought occurred to her. “I should’ve seen that as well,” Tamiko sighed, her shoulder’s slumping while her lips pulled down at the corners of her mouth.

“Hey, that’s what we’re here for,” Muirenn grinned as she bumped shoulders with the thin girl.

“Everyone thinks better when they have someone to bounce ideas off of.” Emma pipped up, leaning forward to grin at the dark-haired beauty.

“And now word from our headmaster!” Eagle’s voice was quick and sharp, silencing the students once more. Silva perked at the voice, she wasn’t alone as the entire student population fell silent and straightened in their seats, thousands of student’s eyes all locked into place of where Eagle stood. Behind him a woman walked forward, out of the staff selection, and tapped his armored shoulder; Eagle stepped aside and exchanged a few words with the woman before shrugging and walking away.

“I thought he said headmaster,” Muirenn murmured, her face pinching in exasperation and annoyance. “Doesn’t that imply that the mastermind of our school is a guy?”

“Shh,” Silva ordered as she narrowed her eyes at the woman. She was tall and thin, dressed in the military robes of a high ranking general, and a smooth white hat held under her arm. She had hair the color of chestnuts and skin like caramel butter, similar to Tamiko’s pale cream. On her lower back the handles of two guns could be seen, her boots were thick enough to be considered steal toed and her black gloves had three silver plates on the back. Whoever she was, the woman was fresh from the front lines and aura spelled out her own hate for her need to speak.

“I am the headmaster’s personal Secretary,” The woman introduced herself quickly and tonelessly, like a computer stating the obvious. “Many call me ‘Thirteen’, you may as well.” Silva hummed in realization and leaned back in her seat, shooting Tamiko an exasperated look while she was it. Tamiko tried to clear her face of emotion though a proud smirk still tugged at her lips; straightening her back and regained the aura of ‘pampered princess’. “All orders from me are to be taken seriously and performed quickly. I will not tolerate disobedience and disrespect will be dealt with by my hand, am I understood?” Silence answered the woman and Silva couldn’t blame them. Every year the headmaster’s personal secretary paid them a short visit, gave this terrifying introduction and then left by the end of the first week. Still though, Silva felt as if something was off, a glance at Tamiko reaffirmed her suspicions. Whatever smug, pleased, secretly-excited, emotions Tamiko was feeling before, vanished with these words. it said something when even Tamiko looked confused with her aunt’s presence in the auditorium crater, especially since the girl was usually excited with the woman’s presence.

“What’s wrong, Tami?” Silva asked softly, discreetly drawing attention to the thin teenager.

“Huh? What is it?” Tamiko asked, shaking her head as she leaned forward slightly to look at Silva.

“You’re usually vibrating with excitement, now you look like a wet cat,” Muirenn replied instead, cutting off Silva before she could begin.

“What’s wrong?” Emma asked as she leaned forward too, looking down the row at Tamiko with concern.

“…Aunty,” Tamiko sighed and returned her attention back to the front of the auditorium, frowning thoughtfully as the woman continued to speak to the masses of students. “She said she was too busy with the borders to spend time here at the academy… I don’t understand why she’s here. If the borders are so bad that she had to spend the past few months keeping them in line and not prepping here for the demon trials… why is she here now?”

“It could mean that the borders got better, and she wasn’t needed anymore,” Muirenn suggested helpfully, trying to lighten the subject with something positive.

“or… whoever was giving the border patrols trouble got through and Thirteen was sent here to make sure we were well protected.” Silva countered, her eyes narrowing at the woman with amber colored eyes. “Something’s wrong… she’s never here before everyone else, she’s always the last to arrive…”

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“Without further ado, I would like to introduce to you the new student!” Emma and Muirenn snapped around in their seats, their eyes wide and their faces paling as they stared down on the Secretary and the young boy standing at her side. “This is Karwyn Azarola,” he mumbled something towards her and the woman stopped to repeat herself. “Car-when As-roll-a. The doctors at the hospital have agreed that he is now fit enough to attend the academy.”

“Geez Tamiko, what the hell is wrong with your aunt?” Muirenn hissed as she leaned forward in her seat, eyes narrowed on the clueless white-haired boy below. “Is she trying to kill the kid?”

“It’s not every day that you meat an Albino,” Tamiko murmured, sinking her teeth into her lip nervously. “Perhaps she’s counting on that to keep him from being brutally beaten?”

“His rare status isn’t going to keep him from a beat down,” Silva replied with a huff. “Great, now I have to baby sit the new kid or let him get massacred in his first week.”

“Look at the upside of things,” Emma grinned at Silva cheerfully, “At least you’re not the new kid anymore.”

“I haven’t been the new kid for five years, pipsqueak.” Silva sighed, electing giggles out of her blonde friend.

“That’s true!” Emma chuckled, she swung her arms up and stretched before jumping to her feet, “Alright! Let’s go!”

“What?” Muirenn asked with a raised eyebrow, “But we’re not dis—”

“You’re all dismissed!” Eagle shouted, his order was clear as everyone jumped to their feet and hurried for the exit, eager to escape the man with the bone chilling voice. Emma chuckled as she hurried to leave the auditorium as well, Tamiko and Muirenn trailing after her as Silva separated herself quickly; rushing towards the elementary section.

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“Look it sissy! Look it!” Sitara shouted, bouncing up and down in front of Silva as she tugged at her orange coated locks, creating black stripes and ugly smears in her sticky-subdued curls. There were smears of orange on her face and her uniform had been painted from the waist down on her back and smeared all across her front in orange splatters. Hand prints were inter mixed with spears, from other’s clothes or hair didn’t matter as the teal dress was coated and ruined. Still, Sitara didn’t appear to care much for how her new uniform now looked, a stark contrast to this morning when she was whining about the mud splatters on her skirt and sleeves. Even the insulted looking fox on Sitara’s chest was died orange, the dust becoming so goopy with the mixture of water that half the fox was erased beneath the thick neon goo.

“I can see you got caught by Emma’s trick again,” Silva chuckled as she kneeled, opening her arms out expectantly. “You’re orange all over!” Sitara giggled as Silva tickled her sides and ran her fingers across the five-year old’s forehead, brushing out the awful colored locks with the sacrifice of her previously clean hands.

“Nope! Not orange!” Sitara giggled helplessly, struggling to gain distance for a moment.

“Oh? What are you then?” Silva asked Sitara curiously, releasing her baby sister to stumble back. Giggling as Sitara waved her arms about to gain balance before giving up and plopping on her rear, her hands out stretched before her and her knees tucked close to her chest with practiced ease. Reassured that Sitara’s gym glasses were at least leaving a mark, Silva dropped her arms to look down at her own uniform. So much for being the only one unstained, her whole front was one giant orange smear. She could even feel the sticky orange-goo clinging to her neck and jaw, smearing across the bottom half of her left cheek where she nuzzled the top of Sitara’s head.

“Not orange!” Sitara grinned and giggled as she struggled in her own way to stand again, looking like a baby walking for the first time while she was at it. Silva couldn’t hide her smile as she watched Sitara stand and clap her hands and pat her skirt to get rid of imaginary dirt, not that anything would’ve shown up in that neon orange paint. “I’m sissy!” Sitara cheered loudly, tugging her curly orange painted locks up into messy ponytails again, giggling helplessly up at her naturally orange haired sister. Silva was fairly sure her heart just melted at the sight, resisting the urge to coo at Sitara, she settled for pulling her baby sister back into her arms.

“You’re adorable!” Silva squealed, her smile wide and hurting her face at this point. Sitara giggled helplessly, returning her sister’s hug with eager abandon.

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“A mess?” Sitara answered with a curious tilt to her head. Silva blinked as her sister’s voice soundly over-road the imaginary ranting of their mother’s voice in Silva’s head. Glancing at Sitara before reexamining Silas, Silva could firmly agree that her baby brother really did look like ‘a mess’. Although, she considered Sitara’s description to be a kind of way describing their disgruntled brother.

“Yeah well at least I don’t look like a spoilt fruit!” Silas barked at her, feeling irritated with the perfect description of his current state. When it came to his appearance, Silas had always been able to pull of the ‘perfect student’ look with little to no effort. How he managed to make his uniform always look perfect and pristine even after a fight, Silva never knew and she had the distinctive impression she didn’t want to know.

“Sissy always smells good! She’s not bad!” Sitara shouted at her elder brother, her pixy-face scrunching up into a scowl similar to Silas’s. Silva giggled, realizing that Sitara had missed the insult for her and had thought Silas was referencing to Silva instead; which he wasn’t. If Silva was honest with herself, she’d say that orange was defiantly not her sister’s color. While Sitara looked more natural with black hair, her particular pale skin tone clashed horribly with the neon orange painting her uniform. Seeing Sitara was pulling even further away from her to face her brother head on, Silva realized that if she didn’t do something then the two would end up in another fight. Something she wanted to avoid while on school grounds.

“Whoa, easy you two,” Silva laughed as she wrapped her arms around both of her siblings and pulled them both close to her chest, staining her clothes even further. “For once we all look alike, can’t we live with that and not get in a fight over it?”

“…fine,” Silas huffed, rolling is golden eyes in exasperation, “how long does this powder last anyways?”

“No idea,” Silva grinned, “let’s ask Emma.”

“Yeah! Emma! Emma!” Sitara cheered excitedly, bouncing in the three-way hug and smearing the orange paint on her siblings faces and uniforms even more than before.

“You’re so weird Sitara!” Silas whined, to which his baby sister could only laugh.

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