#that framing is WOAH GODLY

[randomidiocyncrazies]

uhMMMMMMMM THIS IS NOT OKAY???? HELP????????????

[bokubear]

COULD BE US :: rumors

it felt as if every even slightly romantic event that overtook your and bokuto’s relationship appeared right after he asked you to win over another’s heart. this morning was not an exception.

it was a great night yeah, doing face masks with him and skin care whilst laughing at each other constantly. but waking up with his once again grabby hands holding your waist, nonetheless spooning was not what you’d anticipated whatsoever. you tried moving—but the sheets and his arms had other plans. so instead you carefully leered over to grasp your phone from the nightstand.

“huh?” the ace mumbled, bleary eyes shifting to eye your frame, hastily shutting off your phone. his grip on you loosened, messy hair shifting in all directions when he raised up.

“what time is it?..” he questioned, nearly incoherent from how gravelly his morning voice was. woah. that morning voice. wow.

“it’s 11 actually, we slept in.” you mused from beside him, rolling over to gaze at that godly sight in front of you. despite your calm tone, your heart was anything but calm. his amber eyes widened to saucers, repeatedly checking his phone as if the time had been mistaken.

“this is the first time i’ve slept in this late since i was a kid.” he heartily laughed, falling back on the pillow. a small ding from his phone pulling you from your fantasy. “OH SHIT!” bokuto cried, racing from his position to dig in his drawers. “what is it?” you stared worriedly at the panicked man.

“i-i forgot i was going to meet jina and her friends for lunch today! crap crap crap.. what should i wear..” your heart sank, biting your lip to deter any pained expression to leak through. the next few minutes we’re the worst they could’ve been. and you say that a lot, but this one took the cake. especially after he got dressed and fixed his hair only to walk up to you. oblivious.

“how do i look? do you think she’ll like it?” he accusingly glared at the mirror, turning side to side to observe his choice of clothes. “you look great, go get her.” you patted his chest, smiling up at him.

“thanks y/n, again, for everything. wish me luck!” he called, disappearing from your sight. the sound of the door closing numbed your hearing.

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sypnosis ; a new transfer student arrived at school, everyone positively enamored by her every move. she seems like a sweetheart you’ll admit, but when bokuto kotaro—your best friend for many many years asks you for help to win her heart you oblige—wanting nothing more than bokuto to be happy. but do you really want him to be happy with her when he’s been your crush practically your entire life ?

notes ; y/n is too patient ! make your moves honey !! fast !

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[riekirei]

°⭒- ✒ pen & paper.

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader genre: high school au warnings: slight cursing, also not proof-read word count: 934 ------author's note: i'm writing this as a result of my experience in high school (basically based irl) only the main idea though, just changed my s/o with riki and change other details with more realistic things riki would experience. if ever there exists a story similar to this, i have no intent of plagiarizing.

pov: author

"class, line up! morning assembly starts in 10 minutes." their adviser says.

"sir, by height?" chiharu asks the second it was instructed. well, yes it was by height. everyone rises from their seat and forms a line, making a fuss about who's taller than who. y/n had no problem with this, she just quietly made her way to the very back (she was clearly the tallest sooo). chiharu lined up in front of her, as she was tall too.

heading down the stairs and into the assembly court, y/n was chatting with chiharu about different people in other sections and how she would get closer to them. in y/n's surprise, as the next class stood beside them, the world seemed like it had stopped revolving, chiharu's endless gossip went on mute. y/n laid her eyes on someone who was nowhere out of her line of vision, literally beside her. she shrugged her head away. "hello???? are you even here?" "oh sorry, who's that?" y/n asks chiharu, slightly pointing in his direction. "hmm, clearly a new student. i've never seen him before".

god, how y/n stared all assembly. unconsciously going idle the entire 30 minutes, no one really noticed, she was new after all. she'd do this every weekly assembly, aside from kicking everyone's ass in projects and tests. she eventually got the "student of the week" award, she shuffled toward the stage in shock. badge received, went down, back into the line.

pov: riki

woah. i would've never thought she'd get an award like that. along with that astounding height, perfectly layered hair, godly body frame, and glistening eyes uncovering her imagination. probably sounds insane to be confessing, i'm too shy to be blurting sincere words.

i better ask someone in my class about her socials, oh god. obviously not going to be following, just being there is rewarding enough. okay, that's probably enough, eek that vocabulary i just used.

pov: author

as months pass on, y/n became more renowned (rather popular) for her grades and outstanding academic performance. yet again, leaves riki mesmerized. they've come in contact through chat a few times, mostly initiated by y/n.

hey, what tests have you taken? omg we have so many mutual followers, what hall's your classroom at?

i mean, it was pretty clear they had a thing for each other. stealing glances, milliseconds of accidental eye contact. well, mostly declared by chiharu, lekki, and lumi catching riki staring at y/n.

04 - 26

english period came on, the lesson was just as interesting to be catching everyone's attention. writing a personal letter to anyone in school. y/n scootched down over to her half-emptied bag on the floor, grabbing a pen and paper. she wasn't that dumb to be openly exposing her name and image to the whole year. she had a plan.

y/n had written an anonymous letter addressed to riki, to be received right in his classroom the next two days. she told him to guess and write back, luckily she left a hint on the paper and instagram story days later.

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"dude, QUICKKK" lekki tells lumi as they trample steps along the stairs. rushing into the cafeteria, right in the middle of y/n's lunch. "BRO RIKI KNOWS IT WAS YOU." lekki exclaims right when y/n has had a bite of her orion choco pie. "WAIT WHAT YOU'RE JOKING." "NO ACTUALLY." lumi answered y/n - flabbergasted in disbelief.

"okay so like, lumi and i were getting our badminton rackets and lunches on the second floor when we came across riki. he didn't look gloomy for some reason. 'oh hi lekki, lumi' which was literally the MOST unusual thing for mr. shy type. i didn't beat around the bushes and asked him if he knew about the letter. he said yes and went on with a flushed look on his face." lekki told y/n and chiharu, whom both weren't there (obviously).

pov: y/n

what the actual fuck. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL. okay, okay, OH MY GOD I'M OVERTHINKING IT. at least he knows who to write back to, maybe? WHAT IF HE DOESN'T WRITE BACK. WE'LL HAVE TO SEE.

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pov: author

weeks pass by, probably a month already, yet no signs of life. y/n was not one to lose hope. every english period she'd wait for her teacher to hand her over a letter.

dear y/n,

in her dreams. not until 05 - 20, slipped onto her notebook right on top of her wooden desk, a flimsy yellow paper signed

"to: anonymous, from: tall guy :D".

hundreds of tall guys attend that very school, but only one of them would address themselves like that. nishi-fucking-mura riki. as flustered as y/n was, she managed to step out the door to read this letter she'd awaited every day.

y/n didn't know how to feel, heartbroken or full of cheer that her first love was together. acting like she'd won the lottery, she entered the classroom so people would think it entirely worked out. not a tear dropped from her eyes, knowing there was plenty of time left.

storming out the classroom with the letter tucked into the length of her sleeve, she went to riki's classroom. seeing her eyes peep through the small glass window built in the door, riki brightens up and goes out to see her. they hug each other dearly, yet again, not letting a tear drop from either of their eyes. they spend that exact day together, as if they were a thing for the longest time.

"my house this friday, cool?" riki says as the dismissal bells rung.

[cosmiclatte28]

POOL (YUTA X READER)

Hello!! I'm finally back with a story! I hope it's not like a beginner story but oh well i tried!

Tw : surrounded by males. Pool game, touching without consent

Net @superm-net @multifandomnet tagging @neopalette

Here we go!! Thanks for reading hope this is enjoyable

Friday night, the awaited day has finally come! All the fatigue of the week is expected to be drowned in lots of fun games and by sharing laughter. You sit nicely on one of the corner of the common room, casually playing with your mobile phone while you wait for your best friend, Mark, rushed back to his room because he forgot his wallet. You tap your heeled boots to the rhythm of a song playing in your earpods and hum along to the lyrics. 

As you throw your eyes to the big window panel that shows you the picturesque scenery of purple sky, your smile brightens when you hear Mark's footsteps approaching you. 

"Come on, the boys are already waiting! We'll gather at Johnny's dorm as he has the most game options in the common room there." Mark explains as both of you start taking steps down through the stairs.

"Well, blame the students here for stealing the pool ball." You giggle when you remember checking the pool table with Mark earlier and found out that it was empty. 

"Right, well we can always hit the club to play but I guess Johnny's dorm has complete balls there." Mark gently opens the door for you and soon after the two of you are already in front of Johnny's dorm. 

You can see the guys gathered near the pool table and at the table soccer place.  You shrug your shoulder when Mark noticed there's no other girl.

"You wanna bring your friends?" Mark offers after greeting Johnny. 

You shake your head "I'm good. Just Johnny, introduce me to these hot people." You wink and both Johnny and Mark, who knew you by heart, just nod their heads.

There are not many boys, actually the lobby is empty and there's only Johnny, you, Mark and three other guys you never met before. 

Mark just greets them but from the vibes,you know he also just knew these guys. 

Johnny claps and catches the attentions of the boys who were chatting. 

"Guys, meet (y/n) and (y/n) meet Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Yuta." The Chicago man points to the guy with a dimple, a guy with a sharp jaw and super small face. He looks so godly, and lastly to a guy who smiles so sweetly but in a mere of second after shaking your hand can give you a super sinful smirk. 

You blink one time after shaking all of their hands, whoah did you really just hit the jackpot and you're standing in front of three deadly handsome people. 

"So, Johnny said we could play pool because I guess everyone knows how to." Mark moves to take the sticks and hands it down to the people.

"I haven't played lately, I used to play for fun three years ago." You rub your neck, feeling shy that you're surrounded by tall people.

Jaehyun smiles, "You sure? What if suddenly you're super good?" 

The boys burst into a laughter "Nah, she looks amateur." Johnny teases you and you are totally fine with it. 

You shrug your shoulder "We'll see, so how do we play?" 

Taeyong smartly suggests making a team of two and just have four of us play first and the winner can go up against the best, in this case Jaehyun and Johnny. 

"I'll play with (y/n)!" Yuta calmly assign the team and everyone else agrees. You don't mind playing with anyone because you don't want to make yourself too confident too and be embarrassed if you lose.

Yuta made a nice opening shot, breaking the balls to different direction. Everyone cheers when Mark already pockets his first solid color. 

"We're doing stripes now (y/n), don't be nervous." Yuta helps you aim for a ball. You can feel your stiff playing, well there's no warm up so you're just trying your best and at least your hits are accurate.

Yuta claps when you pocket two balls inside "Whoah you're not bad." He high fives you and your heart grows warmer. Well it's either your happiness of playing the game well or his sweet smile. 

Taeyong is the hidden ace card, on his turn he almost finishes pocketing his solids but one missed shot and Yuta is taking over the table now. 

Despite Yuta's precise shots, your team still has two more balls because you did some mistakes earlier and that aided the other team.

Johnny and Jaehyun are just enjoying it, keeping calm and helping the four of you play. 

"(Y/N), try this." Johnny shows you a steadier way of placing your fingers to give friction on the stick. 

"I am not used to it, I'll stick to mine." You tried to aim but feel something's off with your hand. 

Yuta chuckles and stands next to you "Go like this, and excuse me," He shows you his hand position and after you copy it, he suddenly holds your hand and help you aim. His bigger frame cages your shorter body and he helps you move the stick so you get the feeling.

Your heart skip a beat and you can feel your cheeks go red. No one made a comment as they are all busy watching the ball and trying to calculate the game. 

Yuta smirks when he sees your red face, he lets go off you and steps back. "Got it? Now do that it will make your shot 90% accurate." 

You focus on what he taught and sure enough put two more balls inside. 

But on the next attempt, you missed and that means it's Mark's turn to play.

"Oh dude we only need to pocket 8!" Mark was so happy and Taeyong just remains calm.

"Okay  call the pocket Mark or it's not counted." Jaehyun calmly examines the table. 

Mark thinks for a while and finally goes with the upper right corner. Everyone holds their breath when Mark made his shot, the ball bounced and rolled and made it into the hole… another hole, not the one he called.

"Fuuuckkkk" mark yelled and taeyong only laughs. 

You are still confused but Yuta is clapping so hard with Johnny "We won by default!!" Yuta explains to you and you laugh "So we're going against Johnny?" 

Johnny just keeps teasing Mark about losing and Mark is still agonizing himself. 

Jaehyun already rearranges the balls and this time, you got the honors to do the first hit. 

"Just hit super hard." Yuta advises you, and as you start to warm up from the first game, your hit makes a nice sound and the balls roll around the tables.

"Sweet, that was nice!" Jaehyun whistles as he realizes there's not much good shot for any of the balls. 

The hot man tries to attempt a short hit. He places the stick behind his back and gracefully tries to hit a solid near the hole, but he missed and you smirk. 

You've learned about the back hit before and you were once good at it. 

It is your turn now and Johnny takes a look on the table "(y/n), do you want to try do the short aim like Jaehyun did? It looks hard but it's not." 

Yuta was trying to find another possibility but looks like doing what Johnny said is the best option.

"But she might not have the height to do it." Mark blurts a comment and Yuta was ready to throw punches. You, however, only quietly bring yourself up the table. You sit on the edge and place the stick behind your back. 

"Ohh looking nice girl," Johnny comments on your posture and your aiming direction.

You move your right hand and give a very nice strong spot on hit on the stripe.

"Woah" Jaehyun and Yuta both scream and clap. You just smile "Guess I still have it." 

Johnny gives you a thumbs up and Mark is left speechless. The rest of the game happens quite fast since Johnny keeps pocketing all solids and Yuta backs you up a lot leaving you with two stripes but Jaehyun is already trying to pocket the last 8 ball.

"Come on we got this (y/n)!" Yuta cheers you up when Jaehyun missed the shot. 

You try to not feel nervous and gather your focus.

One clean shot, and the boys all have their jaws opened.

"Wait what? She did that?!" They were surprised when you made one clean shot and now you're boldly striding across the table  aiming for your last stripe.

"Take it easy." Yuta whispers and hints you which side of the ball you should hit. 

You aid his words and true enough you pocket the last stripe.

Now everyone has their eyes on you. "The last 8 ball! If you pocket this and call the right pocket, we win.. but once you miss its their win!" Mark tries to make you worked up but that makes you super nervous instead.

"Yuta do you want to do it?" You plead but he shakes his head "No, it's your turn. You should do it. It's okay to miss. It's only a game." He squeezes your shoulder and bends to match your height 

"Go hit that side and call the middle left pocket. I know you will win it." He pats your shoulder and leaves you a space. 

You take a deep breath, Johnny is watching you from the aimed hole. He also looks nervous and you did your shot. 

"Yayyyy!!!!" Jaehyun screams when you missed by a hair on the aimed hole. Johnny is already screaming around with Jaehyun too  laughing at how they win because you missed the ball.

You grin and Yuta pulls you into a hug "Great job girl! That was a nice game!" He ruffles your hair.

You freeze in his hug and pull back "What? You're okay with me making us lose?" 

You almost say sorry for messing it up, but Yuta already shuts you up. "Nope. It's a game and I'm having fun! i don't need to win, i just love spending my Friday like this!" He pinches your cheek and you blush. 

"We can play more if you want," Jaehyun already has the table ready. 

You glance to Yuta and after sending a quiet conversation with your eyes you click your tongue 

"Let Mark and Taeyong play, the winner play against us." You hand the sticks over and pull Yuta away to the side. 

"While they play, why don't we get something to eat? i haven't eaten dinner." You cock your head to the side.

Yuta gives his warm smile and touches your cheek "Okay cutie, let's do that. Look at you hitting on me smooth like butter.

You wink and Yuta only snickers "We'll see who is the better flirt-er then!"

End

[my-personality-i-guess]

I’m gonna post spoilers of WW84 under the cut, because I did not like the movie and you all need to know why

So I’m gonna start out with what I liked about it, because honestly it was kind of good. Gal Gadot? Phenomenal, gorgeous, 10/10 I rewatched the first Wonder Woman and the woman loving side of my sexuality has reawakened. Costumes? I am not a fan of the 80s, but damn could I get behind every single outfit. I don’t even need to talk about the Amazons, they were beautiful, like I said, women. The cinematography was also quite good. 

But the first Wonder Woman movie was definitely better. 

WW84 started out fantastic. I loved the opening scene with young Diana, and it set up such a great concept for the movie. Would’ve been great if they stuck to that huh. Then we meet Kristen Wiig, who honestly I’ve never really liked. Maybe I haven’t seen her in enough stuff though, because I absolutely fell in love with Barbara. Especially the obvious gay subtext between her and Diana. All starting out phenomenally. There’s great setup for Diana to fall in love with Barbara, work out her love for Steve and the trauma she got from the war. I’d even go for a love triangle with Barbara, Diana, and Max. Then everything switches.

It feels like there were two different writers for the film. One writer set up a phenomenal plot line, a budding romance, and a storyline about healing from your past and moving on. Then the second writer scrapped all that and resurrected Steve. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Chris Pine in both Wonder Woman movies, and he was pretty funny in WW84, but his whole character just seemed to be there solely to put an end to the romance between Barbara and Diana. He played a role with very little impact. Honestly, I finished WW84 literally 5 minutes ago and I forgot Steve was even in the movie. All of a sudden there’s no plot. My whole family was confused. My dad said it was “just like a stereotypical 80s movie.” Where was the brilliant storyline that had started? Why are we skipping over what could have been a revolutionary film for a literal remake of Aladdin? (literally it’s just Aladdin. That’s the whole thing. Aladdin and queerbaiting) 

If we skip over the Aladdin bits (the entire plot line yes it’s as basic as it sounds) all there is is some forced relationship between Diana and Steve to cover up the blatant queerbaiting and, I would argue, homophobia. It’s so incredibly obvious that Barbara is in love with Diana, even though she apparently falls in love “every day, all the time” (which feeds into some harmful stereotypes about bisexuality, by the way), and yet the screenwriters try to play it off like Barbara just really admires her. I was 100% sure that Barbara was going to wish that Diana fall in love with her, but she instead wanted to be like Diana? Yes, she’s insecure, that was made blazingly obvious, but she was in love with Diana, and Diana had just told her how much she enjoyed Barbara just the way she is. Generally people don’t change what others, especially those they are attracted to, like about them. And there ends the romance. Not even a hint at the date the two went on, nothing about the feelings between the two. Steve shows up, and Barbara is no longer an interesting or relevant character. In fact, she’s killed at the end of the movie. Way to dive headfirst into the pool of kill your gays (electrocute them if you want to be vague about whether or not they’re actually dead). To top it off, Steve just is gone an hour after he was resurrected. Steve just showed up to ruin Diana’s relationship and mental health, cuz I’m sure it wasn’t at all traumatizing to lose the love off your life twice, the second time pretty much directly killing him. 

Other little things I’m pissed about:

1. Lack of diversity. The first Wonder Woman movie had an incredibly diverse cast, and WW84 had the only main character as a POC be the villain. 

2. We never learned more about the Amazons. Woah, they do the Olympics and don’t like cheating, so what? Where’s the deep delve into Amazonian culture that we got in the first film? Why didn’t Diana ever go back to Themyscira?

3. The whole plot is just Aladdin if the genie was evil. That’s it. I’m sure you’ve all seen those posts of “be careful if you meet a genie, they’re evil and manipulative”

4. There was almost no mythology. Nothing. Just 30 seconds of babbling about the “language of the Gods” and the “God of lies” no explanation, no backstory, just a throwaway explanation about how the wishing could vaguely go along with the theme. We didn’t even get any resolution about that? Considering Ares apparently killed all the Gods, I wasn’t really expecting any Godly intervention from whoever that God of lies was, but there was absolutely nothing about what happened to the rock. How did it get out of Max? Did every single person in the world take back their wish, cuz that’s unrealistic. If even one person kept their wish, what happened to the rock. It probably didn’t reform? What happened to the magic???

5. That beautiful suit of armor that’s in all the promo pics, posters, the most iconic part of the trailer? That was there for literally 10 minutes and built into the plot solely for the cameo in the end credits scene. And not even well? The armor was supposedly built to withstand the world? It was torn to shred in 30 seconds, in a fight against a woman with brand new powers she doesn’t know how to work and exactly zero fighting experience. A cheetah hybrid scientist destroyed that armor in 30 seconds flat and you expect me to believe it held back the whole of mankind?

6. Where’s the fun feminism of the first movie? No talk about how women are great? Two and a half hours and the best you can do is the villain beating up the dick who was catcalling and assaulting her and framing it as an evil thing? The entire movie Diana and Barbara were being catcalled and harassed by men who thought they’re gorgeous. Absolutely they don’t have to respond to these men. They don’t have to stick up for themselves to prove that they’re worthwhile. Good for them for ignoring the jerks. But when the only instance of a woman sticking up for herself in the whole film is framed as an evil deed, it’s a bit sketch.

7. The fight scene between Barbara and Diana at the end when Barbara is a Cats movie reject was incredibly boring and not at all riveting and iconic like the fight scenes in the first movie. In fact, every fight scene in WW84 was really flat. It felt like there was a lot of effort put into dampening Diana’s powers. In the first movie Diana was a dynamic and strong individual who had friends who, while not as powerful as her, were important to ending the conflict. In WW84 Diana did everything (except for stopping the mall heist) really poorly, and relied on Steve to get her out of nearly all of her tight spots. For how bad of a character he was, you’d think he wouldn’t do a lot in the movie, but he was constantly saving Diana. Then Diana couldn’t even do anything against Max, it was all the people reversing their wishes. Considering she literally killed a God in the first movie, you’d think she could do something about a man-rock.

tl:dr, it’s an Aladdin remake with queerbaiting and bad plot

[aj-artjunkyard]

Trials Of Apollo Oneshot Series  CHAPTER TWO

It was my turn to keep watch. It was dark, though there was no way to accurately determine what time it was. Meg snored deeply from the rush-job tent just a few feet behind me. We’d had quite the close call a few nights ago, when a Pandos tracker from Caligula’s army had caught us off guard. From then on, we decided that at least one of us should be awake at all times. But now, sitting and shivering on an uncomfortable rock in the eerie darkness of the forest in the early morning, I decided I regretted every part of my and Meg’s little agreement. Not only was I cold and tired, I was also hyperaware of the fact that I was extremely vulnerable. I had been mortal for so long that I could hardly shoot a barn from point-blank range. I had trouble with the intricate fingering on my combat ukulele. My voice wavered at cracked when I sang even the simplest tune. I feared that if something were to happen, I wouldn’t be able to do anything except scream for help from a little girl in traffic-light coloured attire. Have I mentioned that being mortal sucks?

But… there was something else. When I was a god, I had the ability to keep an eye on mortal exploits from my throne on Olympus. I had observed with interest the quests of many heroes; Hercules, Theseus and Percy Jackson, to name a few. So I knew with certainty that the gods would be watching me. This was not new information. I had always known. What was bothering me was that the uncomfortable feeling of eyes on my back felt intensified. I was the entertainment of a large audience tonight. 

I could almost feel my image in the central hearth of Hestia in the Olympian throne room, where you could watch anyone in the world flicker through its flames like a blazing hologram. I’ve watched a few soppy family movies with Hestia and the others huddled around the warmth of the most gentle source of power in all of Olympus. When you were sat viewing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ in high definition, you simply forgot all sense of tension between you and your brethren. Even to lawless scamps like Hermes, it was simply improper to argue in front of Hestia's hearth. Demeter and I came to our uneasy truce over ‘The Secret Garden’. Artemis and I had forgotten countless arguments over ‘Robin Hood’ since 1973. (What? We’re archers. And we love the justice dealt to the greedy prince. Artie will tell you that Maid Marian shouldn't have gotten married. This isn’t true.) You catch my drift. It hurt that I was the one being peered at, ridiculed, from such a pure, sacred place.

And so, I knew something was going to happen. I stole a glance back at Meg, wondering if I should wake her. Then again, there was no telling what a cranky, sleep-deprived tween would order me to do if I were to wake her just because I was feeling a little skittish. I decided against disturbing her. 

But what I did next, I could not explain at the time. I thought perhaps the nerves got the better of me. Perhaps my fidgeting became too much. I stood. My keen ears picked up the faint squealing of an infant. Meg’s snores began to ebb away to the back of my mind, like the whole world was being submerged in Poseidon’s fury. The screams became more acute. I was drawn to go to it, to silence the scream. My peripheral vision darkened. I could only see straight ahead, to the source of the voice. The urge became as powerful as my master’s orders. I started to walk.

I had only gone a few steps forward in my trance when I gained back control of my lower body, and, with great force, willed myself to stop. I stood there, stuck in limbo, my mind violently hurling commands back and forth like the ball in an olympian volleyball game (Zeus and Poseidon are terrifyingly competitive).

‘Go!’ The first voice hissed. ‘You are needed! Save them!’

‘Not a chance!' The second sniped back. ‘You’d leave Meg vulnerable like that? You are no better than the gods and emperors you say you despise!’

‘Meg can defend herself. You need to be the useful one for a change. How many people have you disappointed? Do not let this be another.’

My legs felt detached from my body. I stepped another few paces. “No!” I muttered to myself. “I want to stay!” The pull did not lessen.

‘Trust me,’ said the first voice, morphing into that of a fierce woman’s. Her tone was a calm leader’s, pointing her soldiers into the battlefield. ‘No harm shall come to your companion. Now, go!’ Her last word spurred my legs against my will. I began to run towards the source of the screaming, my heart pumping faster and more desperately every second, without actually knowing why. My entire form went on autopilot. I saw myself jumping over fallen tree trunks, clawing up steep, muddy hills and wading through a shallow creeks. I felt every stone scraped my hands on, every branch that stung my face. But I could not control it. Down in the very depths of my mind I felt my fear of being trapped and guilt of leaving Meg, but it was quickly quenched by this new feeling of an unwelcome person sharing my Lester prison.

My subconscious thrashed to regain control. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I fought, I could not make myself portray anything but this monotoned calm. I was forced to take a backseat and watch quietly as I let myself run and run until my lungs felt like Hephaestus had made them into his new forge. I wanted to wheeze, cough and splutter. I couldn’t. I tried to yell for help. I couldn’t.

Finally, after an eternity of sprinting through the damp, cold maze of trees, the presence left my mortal body. My knees buckled and my feet gave way. I lay face down in the dirt panting like Cerberus on a particularly dry day in the Underworld. My clothes were in tatters. My hands and knees were bleeding. Everything up to my mid-thighs was soaked, and the rest was caked with mud. I managed to push myself up, though I shook badly. I stayed like that for a while - on all fours, concentrating on breathing more than anything else. Breathing is good. I always recommend breathing. 

Then I heard the cries. They only sounded to be a few feet ahead of me. With all my mortal strength (which isn’t a lot, but I was tired) I used a nearby trunk to haul myself to my feet, still gasping at the air hungrily. When I looked up, my eyes connected with a strange sight. A wispy grey apparition floated silently next to a dark tree stump. On the stump lay a little bundle of writhing white sheets, wrapped tightly around a minuscule form. I stood there for a second - maybe out of shock - before I rushed over to the child, tripping and landing on my bleeding knees out of desperation to reach him. I took him up as gently as my shaking hands could, and clutched him tightly to my chest. You may be wondering why I did this. Firstly, please. I know I’m not a model father, but I’m no monster. Even in my godly state, I would have reacted as such. Just as my sister is the protector of young maidens, I am the protector of young men. I don’t quite understand how I knew, but this little child was a boy. Perhaps it’s my mother’s genes that spurs on this side of me. She is, after all, the titaness of motherhood (also, I know for certain that I don’t get any of my fatherly traits from my own father).

Secondly, this baby, barely a newborn, had obviously been abandoned by his parents. Left for dead with no skills or means to survive. He was utterly defenceless. I sympathised.

I felt the baby’s heartbeat and checked his temperature, all while hugging him as close as possible, trying to provide him with heat from my own body. I could tell he needed far more warmth than my shivering frame could give him. My teeth chattered. My numb fingers could just about keep an even grip on the baby.

“He won’t survive much longer.” The apparition’s voice made me jump. I had completely forgotten her presence. I scolded myself. You do not disregard a potential deity unless you want something sharp or white-hot to mutilate you on the spot. Stupid Apollo! This was basic hero knowledge! I looked up at her, already recognising her voice. The woman wore a full-length chiton, held a spear in one hand, and a shield in the other. Her head was adorned with a battle helm that sprouted smoky grey plumage as if someone had set her tightly woven hair bun on fire, though I guess that wasn’t the look she was going for. Over one shoulder, a small satchel was slung. Battle ready and stoic as ever, stood Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

“S-sister,” I greeted coldly (literally. I was shivering enough to cause concern.) “How nice of you to show. I would have thought you above interacting with human children.”

“You are four thousand years old. You are not a child, though your behaviour could fool most.”

“I didn’t mean me, I meant-”

“We have urgent matters to discuss.”

“But why did you-”

“There is limited time.” Ugh. Athena was and is the spitting image of Zeus. One track mind. It doesn’t matter if everyone was crying and screaming, they would still finish what they were saying or doing before giving a thought to anyone else’s feelings.

“I have information for you,” ghost-Athena continued. “You must-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” I interrupted (wow, Athena was right! Cutting people off was fun). Athena looked irritated, but allowed me to speak. “Why did you drag me to this kid? What’s he got to do with this?” Sighing deeply, she began to explain.

“It’s an excuse.” She looked down at me as if this should have been the most obvious thing in the world.  “My plan was to alert you to this child’s predicament, then appear and take him to safety. As the protector of young boys, his well-being is your responsibility. I told father how embarrassing it would be for him to look like he couldn’t handle your ‘simplistic’ jobs, and he allowed me take the child if you just so happened to find him,”- she waved her hands slightly for emphasis -“on the condition that I don’t talk to you.”

“So…why are you talking to me?”

“I am disregarding his condition as I trust his reliance on my wise judgement. He cannot hurt me.”

I grunted. “Right.” It must have felt good to be one of my father’s favourite children. I would not know. I was cursed to be in the same group as deities such as Ares and Dionysus. Sometimes even they got more attention than me! I was not some dumb war brute or a drunken demigod! I was Apollo! I (sometimes) knew the future! I sang songs of our (my) glory! Not to mention my (and my sister’s) skill with a bow! I was an intelligent medic! Have you ever been to medical school? Only the brightest survive (excuse my pun about being the frickin’ sun god).

Then again, my mortal mind had been kicking me recently. Ever since meeting Hermes on the way to Camp Jupiter, I had come to an awful realisation. Among the Olympians, I was always second best. An atrocity, I know! I do not suit silver. That’s my sister’s colour! I’m supposed to be gold! But I assure you kind readers, it is true, for I have thought this over. Anything I could do, someone else could also do. Healing? They had my son, Asclepius. Archery? My sister, Artemis. Music and poetry? The nine muses. The sun? They already had Hermes on that job. Sure, I could spread plague, but so could the Nosoi. I could be a deep thinker if I wanted to be, but so could Athena, and her ‘deep thoughts’ were usually to my father’s favour, unlike mine.

If I showed any disgust (and I’m sure I did,) Athena did not acknowledge it. Instead she ploughed on with her all-important speech.

“As I was saying, I have something important to share with you.” She started digging through her small satchel while she talked. “Both Artemis and Hermes have helped you, and both are now being watched by father. I will be more careful. I have only come to give you this.” From the petite bag, she drew a water bottle and a clear zip-lock bag with what looked like little squares of brownies inside. She placed the bottle on the tree stump next to her, and held up the bag. “These have been chemically synthesised by your son Asclepius and myself. They have the healing properties of ambrosia, but can be safely consumed by mortals, as long as you do not eat too much. The bag is not self-replenishing, so use them carefully. This is something Artemis whipped up. It’s-”

“-Moonwater,” I finished. The glinting silveriness of the liquid was too obvious to be anything else. I remembered Thalia Grace giving me some back in Indianapolis, before - well, before Caligula happened. I hated myself for reminding me. 

Athena seemed unbothered. “Yes. Now if you could hand over the child-” she started reaching her arms out the shivering baby in my arms. As soon as Athena’s hands were within an inch of him, he started screeching with renewed energy. The shrill sound echoed through the quiet woods, a few birds in nearby trees flapping off to escape the racket. I flinched and Athena covered her ears.  I rocked the baby and hummed a quiet lullaby until he calmed down. Athena sighed and put her hands on her hips. “Right. Let us try that again.” She picked up the baby and rocked him like I had, but the noise was no different. For a newborn, he definitely had a good pair of lungs. 

Seeing Athena struggle with something so simple was quite amusing, but I decided to be a good person (see? I am good. I am.) and help her out. With great difficulty, I stood and shuffled over to Athena’s smoke-self. She glared, but allowed me to adjust her hand positioning. 

“Babies don’t have much in the neck. You have to hold them like this.” Athena huffed. 

“I know that.” She snapped.

“Good. Now you’ll have to sing to him.”

Athena blanched (as much as a grey apparition can, anyway). “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You don’t have to sing the entire Les Misérables soundtrack. Just a little tune.” You’ll have to forgive me here. I knew there were other alternatives. But I also I knew Athena was self-conscious. I just wanted to get one of the Olympians to be as embarrassed as I constantly was for the last three months.

After some convincing, Athena agreed to hum, but nothing more. She chose ‘Für Elise’ by Beethoven. A good choice I suppose. I admit, it did please me that even in her semi-solid colourless state, I could almost feel her cheeks reddening. Too soon, the baby quietened down. 

“Not bad. Though your pace needs to slow down a bit to -”

“Hush up.” I held up my hands in surrender and flashed my old, cocky smile. It didn’t seem to fit naturally anymore. I ignored that.

“You’ve done better than I expected.”

“Gee, thanks.” Suddenly thunder rumbled in the distance. We both looked to the skies.

“I’ve exceeded my time limit. I must be off.” And with that, the embodiment of wisdom poofed and disappeared, leaving me coughing in her smoke. I arrived back at the campsite just as the sun’s first rays began to peek through the trees.

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 18: Loki Gets and Idea

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Mentions of fear of sexual assault, insinuation of self harm Relationships: Loki x Reader (Getting There) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Brunnhilde, Thor, Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Does Nobody Ever Lock The Door?, Have More Headcannon, Did You Know That Gold-Titanium Alloy Is An Actual Thing? Summary: Guess What Loki Gets?

Loki awoke from a strange and somber dream, of which all he could remember was hopelessness and vast, empty fields. His phone indicated that it should be just about dawn, not that he could tell anymore.  The sun had not set for nearly a month now, a phenomena that he knew happened on any world with an axial tilt, but he had not been prepared for it at first. How terrifying it had been, that first time. How wondrous. How…busy, he had been, explaining the physics of spherical planets to panicked Asgardian commoners who had never stepped foot off the Shining Realm…

He headed to the bath, knowing that you wouldn’t be up for a few more hours. It was nice to be able to take his time.

He shed his bathrobe, and stood in front of the long mirror, carefully examining himself. Was he not perfect? Was he not godly?

No, not quite. He wasn’t big enough. He had the lean body and extra-long limbs of his true ancestors, which only served to make him look thinner. His frame just wouldn’t put on any more muscle; no matter what he did, he was never quite big enough. And as a Frost Giant, he was hideously small.

He allowed the blue to spread out over his body, counting the ridges, contemplating. How could anyone see this sapphire skin and not fear the searing ice of its touch? How could anyone look into these blood red eyes and not feel the gaze of a predator? How could anyone stand to be in his presence like this, when he chilled the very air?

Was he handsome, for a frost giant? No, how could he be, when he was deformed, a runt, cast out by his own unknown mother? He wasn’t particularly attractive for an Asgardian either; oh his face was fine, beautiful even, but the rest of him was lacking, always too small. And he couldn’t even grow a beard! He would always be smooth-faced, like a boy, not a man.

It had been brought to his attention however, that mortals found his particular set of features rather compelling. Maybe that was why your heart rate jumped whenever you saw him. Perhaps you liked what you saw?

That just meant that he couldn’t let you see this. Not yet. The blue receded, melting into the milky tone that he considered ‘real’ and ‘normal’.

You would probably find out eventually. Everybody already knew, though most people very politely refrained from mentioning it. That wouldn’t guarantee that it wouldn’t come up sometime. You would find out.

Should he tell you? He should be the one to tell you. No, not yet, he just couldn’t face it right now. How would you react? Poorly, most likely. You’d been troubled lately, and though he had been trying to comfort you, a revelation like this would just cause you more undue stress. He had told you to hide from Jotnar, after all.

He entered the sunken tub, shooing aside the water lilies as if they were real. He would have to face some annoying nonsense in the upcoming days, he just knew it. The killer had been taken by the Icelandic authorities, but although he had confessed to his crime, things were a little complicated.

Midgard was large. Full of many different countries, with many different laws. And though this man had killed an Icelandic citizen, he was not Icelandic himself; he was an American citizen. On top of that, he had a charge of attempted murder against you, another American citizen, and a charge of aggravated assault against an Asgardian citizen. It was a mess. There were going to be arguments about where he would be tried, and by whom.

It might be that he would be sent back to the United States, to face justice there, but that meant that the witnesses would have to go back to the U.S. to testify. That meant that Loki would have to would go back to the United States of America; a place he himself was currently banned from entering, unless accompanied by Thor. Which meant that Asgard would be without its leaders for however long they were needed for the trial.

If that were the case, they might have to fight to keep the trial from becoming a media fiasco. Normally he would think that he deserved to be the center of attention, but American media was comprised mainly of sharks with jackals tied to their heads. The entire system was lawless, self-serving, vicious, parasitic, and merciless.  It was a force for misleading information and propaganda that he would have found impressive, if it hadn’t been so classless, and in many cases, predictable. He knew very well that if he had to be in any way involved in this trial, it would soon become all about him, and it would not be so pleasant.

He was a point of contention in the U.S. because Thor absolutely refused to hand him over to face their justice. His reasons were sound enough; he had simply claimed that, as an Asgardian citizen, Loki was facing Asgardian justice. Under Thor’s reign, Asgardian justice involved a lot more reformation and community service-which Loki fulfilled in his role of Crown Prince. And how could anyone serve their community more?

The United States government had responded by refusing to recognize New Asgard as a sovereign nation; lumping it in with Iceland, and attempting to put pressure on them instead.

In some of his more anxious moments, he wondered if it wouldn’t be better for everyone if he just turned himself over to them, but Thor always quashed those thoughts. He regaled Loki with tales of organizations such as HYDRA, how they infiltrated not only S.H.I.E.L.D., but multiple world governments. Of what they had done to the Captains dour, cyborg friend, using only horrific tortures and an outdated serum formula. Of how no one was entirely certain of HYDRA’s current status, of how it just never seemed to die out all the way.

Thor had assured him that he would never, not ever hand him over to any organization that had any history of HYDRA infiltration, and that included both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the United States government. It didn’t bear thinking about the things they might do to him, much less the weapons they could make out of him and his divine Jotun blood.

They were also going to have to clear the camp. He knew that simply banishing the human worshippers wouldn’t work; they would continue coming. He could question them, individually, seeking out lies, but that would be quite time consuming. However, if he made a bit of a holiday out of it, made a show of it, he could win further loyalty from the mortal pilgrims. And if he brought you out with him…Well, you would like that, wouldn’t you? You had asked, after all, to be able to go out again sometime. They would have to impose a ban on certain items though, especially in your presence. It wasn’t likely to be well-received, but it had become necessary.

You had so much to do now! You had to learn how to use your new knife, more magic, and you had to learn what a seidkona was, and what being one entailed. It was a courtly position, so you would have to learn at least the basics of courtly living. You would absolutely have to learn the Asgardian language. When was he going to schedule all of this in?

It didn’t occur to him to arrange for other teachers, not with possible assassins lurking about. You were his. His responsibility. He would take care of your combat training when he went out for his own. He would alternate history and magic lessons, and increase their frequency. He would bring you along with him more often, everywhere he went, so that you could observe the workings of the court, how he did his job, what his responsibilities were, and how to support him.

This way, if it turned out that this bond was permanent, you would have a purpose, and a job, and you wouldn’t have to pine away like some storybook damsel, waiting for a prince. You didn’t have to wait; he was right here.

He heard a small noise, looked up to see you walk into the bathroom. You were awake awfully early. You locked eyes with him from across the room, opened your mouth, and he stood abruptly up out of the tub.

Water rolled off his body in streams, his damp hair falling into his face. He had only the briefest of moments to realize what he’d just done before your eyes went huge, and you whirled away from the sight of him.

“WOAH, whoops! I’m so sorry! I’m going now!” You rushed back out of the room faster than he’d thought an average Midgardian could move.

“Wait.” He said quietly, hearing the more distant sound of your door slamming. “You can join me.”

Loki, like many Asgardians, didn’t mind sharing a bath. It would have been a good opportunity to talk with you about his plans. Instead, he’d jumped up like a witless buffoon, and given you an unasked for eyeful of his hidden virtues.

He dumped shampoo into his hair, scrubbing hard, as if he could wash away the embarrassment. It fizzed on his scalp, and he paused, remembering the little prank he’d played before. A soft chuckle escaped him. He had an idea for a new prank now, one that would show him that adorable flustered face again.

Oh damn it all, he cursed internally, the realization settling upon him. You were cute.

It looked as if that joke was on him.

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You had not meant to see that! You hadn’t asked to see that, hadn’t wanted to see that, so naturally, you couldn’t stop seeing it!

You weren’t going to be able to look at him for days.

You weren’t going to be able to avoid him for days either. There was a lot to do, a lot to learn. Knife care, and magic, and history, dealing with this horrible murder business, and who knew what else.

If only everything wasn’t just the worst. If only you could fully enjoy even one thing in this place. When did everything become tainted with fear, and death, and paranoia?

Oh, probably when a renegade killer alien kidnapped you, and took you into his home, and dressed you in fine things, and fed you, and just hovered over you hungrily sometimes, and made a huge target out of you…

No. This wasn’t his fault. The blame belonged to the man who decided that the only solution to this was to kill you. To him, and to anyone else who enabled or encouraged him to do the things he had done.

Loki had said he wasn’t lying when he threatened that others were coming. You had to learn the use of some kind of weapon, no matter how uncomfortable that made you.

You drew your knife, and just looked at it. It was a pretty thing, in a way. The metal had a bright yellow sheen, and the handle was some kind of opaque, dark pink stone. You doubted that it was actually gold; after all, wasn’t gold too soft for this kind of thing? Despite the knife’s beauty, it was very simple in style. It looked like the kind of thing that every soldier might have on their belt, ready for everyday use.

It knew your blood.

There was a light knock on your door, and Saldis called from the other side. You let her in, attempting to hide your consternation. She gave you a little bow.

“Good morning, seidkona. I’ve brought some new clothes, and your breakfast. Which would you like first?”

You didn’t recognize the word, but you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that you’d picked up a few nicknames. It didn’t sound like an insult.

“Clothes, please.” You had been nearly naked in a room, alone, with the prince. If he had dashed out of the bath and grabbed you then…

You knew he was faster and stronger than you. He could have torn away your bathrobe, dragged you back into the tub-Clothes. You wanted clothes. Lots of clothes.

Saldis had brought almost enough clothes.

Breakfast was an omelet, after which Saldis put a few braids in your hair, and even fixed a few decorative beads in them.

“Saldis, can I ask you a kinda personal question?”

“Yes, my seidkona.”

Okay, you were definitely going to have to ask Loki about that.

“What happened to Asgard? I mean why did you all have to move here? I know you can’t live there anymore, but I don’t know why.”

“Oh…Well. Well, it’s gone, that’s why. The whole thing is just an asteroid field now. Surtr destroyed it all, and the prophesy came to pass.”

“Surtr? The fire giant Loki killed? Wait, what prophesy?”

“His Highness killed-? Hmm.” Saldis pursed her lips and rolled her head from side to side, thinking about it. “Mmmm. Yes? I suppose that could be said.”

Oh? Had the prince been inflating his accomplishments a bit, perhaps?

“As for the prophesy,” She continued. “You know, Asgard used to be a conquering race. If you’ve been taking lessons, you have to know that. But we stopped doing that pretty suddenly, a long time before I was born, the reason being that Odin Allfather had a terrible dream. That happens to the Aesir sometimes; prophetic dreams. He dreamed of the world ending in fire and blood. It was so terrible that he decided to stop warring with other worlds and pursue peace instead. But he could not make it stop. Instead, he came here, to your Midgard, to see if we could settle here. He left his Highness to rule in his place, while he sought us out a new home.”

“Loki? Loki was king?”

“Yes, twice. Once, when Odin Allfather had fallen into one of his deep sleeps, and Thor Allfather was here, hunting down a malfunctioning weapon, and again when our new home was being sought out. He hid himself in Odin’s guise, so that we didn’t panic. He was very good to us, for those few years.”

“He was a good king?” Odd contrast to the madness in New York. But maybe this is who he really was?

“I know that must seem strange to you, given the troubles that followed him here-“

“No, no. I already know what happened. There was someone else behind it. Pulling strings. Maybe…Maybe that person threatened Asgard?”

Saldis nodded. “His Highness has always been severe about threats to Asgard. He would sacrifice almost anything…I’m sorry.”

“Nah, I get it. It’s awful…but I get it. What, ah, what happened to Odin? Allfather.”

“He died here, on Midagard. That was another reason his Highness had to disguise himself. Odin Allfather was very ill. He was dying, even as he searched for our safe haven. I think he knew he had little time left, and he spent it in search of our new beginning.”

“So they all worked together to make this happen.”

“Yes. The royal family has always been very loyal to the people.”

But not necessarily other people. Where did you stand right now? Whose “people” were you?

A soft chime sounded, and a handful of fragrant flower petals rained down upon you. Saldis stared. You sighed. She burst into giggles.

“Yeah, this is a thing that happens sometimes. They’ll disappear in a minute or so.”

“He does like his tricks! This is a nice one.”

“Better than rampaging miniature fire giants, that’s for sure.” You agreed.

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 “You must be very careful.” Loki said, delicately demonstrating how to apply oil to one of his knives. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how important it is to not cut yourself on your own blade.”

He hadn’t said anything about your earlier indiscretion, but there was a hint of mirth in his poise. Otherwise, this had been an entirely professional lesson in knife care.

“Do I have to do anything different for this blade, since it’s gold?”

“Clever question. Keep paying attention to those details. However, this is not gold. That would make a very poor blade. No, this is nornbein. It’s an alloy that occurs naturally in large deposits on Nornheim. It has to be specially made here though, since the materials are limited. Here, you must mix gold and titanium in a very precise way to create nornbein. Your Iron Man makes his armor from it, and so do we.”

He held out his hands, and his horned helmet materialized in them. Up close like this, you could see the little details and incredible workmanship. You could also tell that it was indeed made of the same substance as your knife.

“Can you imagine how useless this would be, were it made of gold? Someone as weak as yourself could bend the horns with your bare hands!”

You ignored the offhanded insult, just as you ignored the urge to grab those horns and see for yourself.

“His Majesty wears silver, though.” You pointed out.

“My brother wears a gray metal.” He corrected. “But it is not silver.”

“More norn stuff? Different than this?” Loki nodded. “So what’s this handle? ‘Nornrock’?”

“That?” He took a good long look. “No, no. That’s nothing unique to Nornheim. I’m pretty sure that’s just a ruby.”

“What? The whole thing?” You quickly set the knife down, suddenly afraid to touch it. The handle was as big as a stick of sidewalk chalk, and it had to have been hewn from a crystal that was even bigger…

How valuable was this blade? A cultural treasure?

“Why did you give this to me?” You couldn’t understand what made you worth this. “Shouldn’t it be in some kind of museum?”

“Perhaps it should, but I am making a statement.”

“Why?”

“Because it is customary. This weapon tried and failed to kill you. Thus, it owes you a debt. It belongs to you. That would-be assassin tried and failed to kill you, and by rights his life should belong to you, but…you do things differently here.”

He took your hand, and pressed the knife back into your palm. “This is yours. I want you to wear it. I want everyone to know that our customs, and our laws, also apply to you. I do not want you to be seen as an outsider forever. Just in case you have to stay.”

“I thought you had given up on getting rid of this thing.” You said, clenching your left hand closed.

“Not exactly. It’s just that the experiments I have been conducting, I would not put you through.”

“Such as?”

“Such as cruder methods of removal. As it turns out, the mark cannot be removed. By any means.”

That answer chilled you slightly. “What…what means?”

“Fire. Corroding agents. My own very sharp knives. Nothing is sufficient.”

“What? What? Loki, you didn’t-!” You set your knife down again and grabbed his hand in both of yours, pulling it towards your face, spreading out the long fingers. Whatever it was you dreaded to see, it wasn’t there. Just his regular pale skin, and the brand.

“A-another joke?” You asked weakly.

“Perhaps.” He said, voice soft. “Or perhaps you remember that we heal faster, and more thoroughly than your kind does.”

“That wasn’t an ‘either/or’ question, you know. It’s a simple yes or no.”

“Do you need one or the other, _____?”

Oh crap. You had called him by name. Was that against the rules? Were you in trouble now? You looked up into his face and saw a soft intensity there, that frightening, unnamed hunger.

“Y-your Highness?”

He snatched his hand from your grasp, and, quick as a striking snake, he bopped the tip of your nose with one finger. You jerked away like a startled cat, and he laughed.

“Put away your blade,” He commanded, rising. “it is time for more horrifically boring meetings.”

You groaned, sheathed the blade, and hooked it to your belt.

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“A bathing party?” Brunnhilde asked, looking the invitation over. “Sounds fun, I’m in. Thought little brother was a bit more prudish than that though.”

“It seems that there are some things he wishes to discuss, and it also seems that he wishes to be dramatic about it.” Thor grumbled. “Well. It is good to see this side of him peeking out again in a more harmless manner. Reminds me of our youth.”

“It that a good thing?”

“Yes.” He said. “Yes, I believe it is.”

[lk-47]

2nd fiddle 

Sometimes, I wake up, forget myself Then I myself, had to pinch myself Then count my wealth, then count my blessings Then make them count, then count my blessings Then make them count If you think you're gonna string me along You got another thing coming, whoa I ain't never play 2nd fiddle for nathin' I mean, God never bowed down to Satan Tell me how I'm supposed to be patient Gotta get it how you get it, no waiting Time waits for no one, fuck your excuses Jesus or Judas, which one are you with? I had to get up, get on my grind and go get mine But I'll be right back (I'll be right back) I'll be right back (I'll be right back) Sing it now

Sometimes, I wake up .. My dreams give me wings, I reached the stars last night My imagination is now real life No more stressing, just success and switching new addresses Agent Provocateur and Donna Karen dresses You losing ground throwing dirt Even when I ain't have shit I always knew my worth, and I still kept God first Played the back of the church, ski mask under my hijab As I pray to Jesus for a few early releases and .. I had to get up, get on my grind and go get mine But I'll be right back (I'll be right back) I'll be right back (I'll be right back) Sing it now Don't take it the wrong way, I just wanna be great I'm running in my own race, I'm just tryna keep pace My real friends are still my friends Fake ones, they came and went Ricky Bobby daddy told me long time ago If you ain't first, you're last, y'all can all kiss my ass Don't take it the wrong way, I just wanna be great I'm running in my own race, I'm just tryna keep pace Real friends are still my friends Fake ones, they came and went Ricky Bobby daddy told me long time ago If you ain't first, you're last, y'all can all kiss my ass 

Sometimes, I wake up, forget myself Then I myself, had to pinch myself Then count my wealth, then count my blessings Then make them count, then count my blessings Then make them count

Miss Me Blunt loaded like a full clip Swag sauce on full drip Miss me with the bullshit Miss / Miss me with the bullshit Looking like "Who this?" Talk about it but they never gon' do shit Miss me with the bullshit Miss / Miss me with the bullshit Charged up like a Tesla Out here masked up like a Mexican wrestler This a gift from God baby, I'm just a messenger Elevator flow, 47 gon' level up Lord knows I been through hell to put it on So if a war dem want, mother trucker, then bring it on Sometimes I can't believe I'm the one they was sleeping on To each his own Goddess or a queen / you pick a throne / I'm sitting on Oou / and you know I brought the whole crew Just in case you niggas try to get brand new You'll never see me lose my cool My pen's on point, got you under voodoo Blunt loaded like a full clip Swag sauce on full drip Miss me with the bullshit Miss / Miss me with the bullshit Looking like "Who this?" Talk about it but they never gon' do shit Miss me with the bullshit Miss / Miss me with the bullshit

Everybody want the glory But they don't wanna put the work in to keep it all G Switched the number up so them niggas can't call 'Cause I hate a pessimist and can't stand a sob story Lord knows I been through hell to put it on So all you crab niggas in the barrel can move along Y'all looking for applause /  man I'm looking for summer homes / to each his own And this why you always gon' need a loan, leave me alone Blunt loaded like a full clip Swag sauce on full drip Miss me with the bullshit Miss / Miss me with the bullshit Looking like "Who this?" Talk about it but they never gon' do shit Miss me with the bullshit Miss / Miss me with the bullshit

Attitude

Brushed my hair, went downstairs Favorite jeans on my rear And I looked up in my mirror And I said “who's that there!?” Who's that there / in that mirror I don't care and they're aware Now I see just why they stare I just pay them, I don't care I know So what I gotta attitude Bitch, I gotta attitude So what I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta I don't sleep, I don't snore Too much money out that door On my way to go to work Bills to pay so hit that dirt Change of plans .. Then Juvenile came on You know that's my favorite song I was 15 minutes late Because I tried to be great Dancing on my fate Your opinion not today They said what's it gonna take I said I wanna bigger plate Told that lady pour my drink Then I went up on my rate I could see the bitch was fake So like Chapo I escaped And I told that ho no Like my ex, you got to go I want all my money upfront If you don't guess what I'm I'm gonna have an attitude Bitch I gotta attitude I'm gonna have an attitude Bitch I gotta attitude So what I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta attitude So what I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta attitude Attitude  When they ask me where I've been .. Busy When they ask me where I live ..  The city I don't own a welcome mat Give me the proper feet and stand back Dandridge / Grace Jones Pay rent / or own homes Buffy Khan / Champagne Kelli's is god / so is Beyoncé Kelli's is god / so is Beyoncé Kelli's is god / so is Beyoncé Kelli's is god / so is Beyoncé Kelli's is god / so is Leikeli So what I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta attitude So what I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta attitude Bitch I gotta attitude What

Bags

Dolce and Gabbana And a bag made of iguana And a bag made of iguana And a bag made of iguana / Flex Dolce and Gabbana And a bag made of iguana / Flex And a bag made of iguana / Flex And a bag made of iguana / Flex 88 Jimmy, clean Flip these bitches off my back like remy / Mean Everybody staring, who they watching? / Me "What's behind the mask?" What mask? / Bitch, please Devil wearing Prada, I'm so godly in Gabbana Word to mama, had to cop a bigger bag for all these commas, huh I keep a blade in my bag, 'case I gotta check a hoe 'Cause I'm too hot to handle, cold like an Eskimo / Flex Dolce and Gabbana And a bag made of iguana And a bag made of iguana And a bag made of iguana / Flex Dolce and Gabbana And a bag made of iguana / Flex And a bag made of iguana / Flex And a bag made of iguana / Flex Notorious and Brooklyn just like Biggie I put on for my city All my bitches real sidity They don't speak 'cuz they too pretty Hair same color as the whip Nails pink lemonade, I like to match what I sip I just bought a ship / I push it like a brick Your boyfriend waving at me Know it make you see sick, huh I got that green on me like, go Broke on me like, no Crew ready like whoa I keep that bag full of that dough Dolce and Gabbana And a bag made of iguana And a bag made of iguana And a bag made of iguana / Flex Dolce and Gabbana And a bag made of iguana / Flex And a bag made of iguana / Flex And a bag made of iguana / Flex

O.M.C. 

I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you I don't go out my circle Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you I don't go out my circle Wait, wait, wait, wait How do you figure? That you just gon' walk in with us I don't know you nigga Give me 50 feet or better Matter fact give me better Because if you don't, the wolves behind me Tellin' me / let me at 'em, let me at 'em See God, it ain't me See God, it ain't me They 'bout to start a world war I'm just tryna practice peace Whole mood 'bout to change This why I don't come out 'Cause it's always one nigga Tryna act a fool out here and dumb out I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you I don't go out my circle Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you I don't go out my circle Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord Help me, help me Help me, help me Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord Help me, help me Help me 'cause I don't go out my circle Now you wanna roll up Woah Nelly Don't misunderstand me 'Cause I'm understanding / you could still get it Real life here Ain't no commercials or reruns No dvr’s to start over Once it's on, it's on Ain't nothing changing I'm trying to help you, homie But you 'bout to wear out my patience And 'bout to make me get you a room With all the other patients Get my drift? Dig my scene? Gone 'head be smart my nigga Gone, leave I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you I don't go out my circle Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you Ain't nobody vouching for you I don't go out my circle Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord Help me, help me Help me, help me Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord Help me, help me Help me 'cause I don't go out my circle I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle I don't rock with you homie I don't rock with you homie I don't go out my circle I don't go out my circle 

Money

Uh Chillin / layin' in the cut though Easy, tryna see what up doe Brooklyn / home of the cutthroats Notorious, ya'll know how the rest go Sleeping / one eye open Too smart 'cus I'm always scopin' Watching / seeing how these lames look Lazy, that's how you get ya frame took Money, I got money Money, I got money Talking, always talking That's your problem, you always talking Rockstar, mixed with a ghetto chick Try me / I wish a nigga would bitch Hol' up, who gon' hold us?  Not the cemetery, or the penitentiary, damn my contemporaries I'm too legendary, its so Money, I got money / ooou Money, I got money / ooou I'm money, I got money / ooou Money, I got money / ooou All my life, I had to grind and hustle I had to / work like Kobe just to shine like Russell  They say / glad you made it, it happened overnight  They say / damn, you changed I'm like / Sho’ you right In the crib, tryna find the BPM Rehearsing for the next show in my kitchen Fresh off a tour, but can't tell ya where I been Maybe after 20 years, I'll start to take it in Right now / I'm chasing Yen / in Dover Street again I'm introverted, I'm not open to new friends But if you're real cute, then I’ll have to think again Shop the runway, so you can stay off-trend and look like Money, money Money, I got money / ooou Money, I got money / ooou

All my life, I had to grind and hustle I had to / work like Kobe just to shine like Russell They say / glad you made it, it happened overnight They say / damn, you changed I'm like / Sho’ you right

Nigga, I got money, I got money / ooou Money, I got money / ooou I'm money, I got money / ooou Money, I got money / ooou

M I L K 

M I L K (repeat) Skin looking like M I L K (repeat) Skin looking like Holographic, fantastic You see this beat? uh / she's drastic I blur blur blur, no pores on her F I E R C E Kitty kitty, purr purr purr Glitter stick, glitter stick, glitter stick Concealed eyes with a cherry bomb lip Skin tint, skin tint, skin tint Keep my makeup artist tied up in the basement This lip and cheek / got your boyfriend weak These streets? shook When they see me live my look, uh M I L K (repeat) Skin looking like M I L K (repeat) Skin looking like

Read about it in Vogue Saw billboards on Broome 1/28 , 9pm Stage / tore down the show Watch this tomboy transform My friends break gender norms We both wear pink platforms And we go nowhere without that / cooling water They fall in love with the face Even when I put them in they place Lip, sheer hot pink Everybody wanna get a taste, uh Of this lip and cheek It still got yo boyfriend weak And these streets? shook When they see me live my look, uh M I L K (repeat) Skin looking like M I L K (repeat) Skin looking like

Individuality (repeat)

Don’t do it

Drum god on the stutter We made it out the gutter While you riding waves, I'm riding thunder Surfboard, cowabunga A bitch had to declutter Make a woman wonder Had I did this shit last summer I woulda gave that other nigga my number 47 on the come up But I dare a nigga to run up You know I keep a blade, to cut her And I don't mind scuffin' up my butters I really don't care if you don't like me Don't get your jaw checked like some damn i.d I chew the beat up like a chicken roti Another like me, that's unlikely Don't do it Did you hear me nigga? Don't do it I'ma say it again one time Don't do it Don't do it Dem pickney dem watch mi Then tell dem send come From morning dem chat me And dem still not done I just take them longer on a run, uh Love me more than your mumma, uh And ya poppa fadda, uh Check ya right, say me vex (Steups) / let me get back to de check Now mi outta order Don't take me out my zone, man that's a horror It's like a sheep to the slaughter And we could give a fuck who in your corner / don't I really don't care if you don't like me  Don't get your jaw checked like some damn i.d I chew the beat up like a chicken roti Another like me, that's unlikely Don't do it Better watch out now, calm down or don't do it We could give a fuck who you 'round Don't do it Sit down or get sat down Or don't do it You can come on down to the town But don't do it I really don't care if you don't like me Don't get your jaw checked like some damn i.d I chew the beat up like a chicken roti Another like me, that's unlikely Don't do it Did you hear me nigga? Don't do it I'ma say it again one time Don't do it

Bubblegum

Gyal just shut up yuh mouth and chew pon a bubble gum Ah fi yuh same man a mad over mi plum plum It him a run down / because it sweet him Everyday him want piece of mi honey bun

Instead a work him play hooky Bout him want piece of mi cookie Call me and a look it Tell mi say him can't go a day without jook it Because ah no cheese trix How him a gwan him soon ketch diabetes Cause him nuh want push him spoon inna no wheaties Him want sweeties Him haffi get it cause him say it ah di sweetest

Gyal just shut up yuh mouth and chew pon a bubble gum Ah fi yuh same man a mad over mi plum plum It him a run down / because it sweet him Everyday him want piece of mi honey bun

Nuh want june plum or julie mango Anywhere di sugar deh, dehso your man go Fi a gyal touch him up, give him a sugar rush So a better you just hush Him want a gyal roll up him tamarind ball Touch him ginger log make it tan up well tall The lovin haffi sweet him nuh waan sour sop So every day your man come a di candy shop

Gyal just shut up yuh mouth and chew pon a bubble gum Ah fi yuh same man a mad over mi plum plum It him a run down / because it sweet him Everyday him want piece of mi honey bun

A true mi bad man rush me A true mi nuff gyal follow me Ease up It's the Dior that make em all adore That thang ripe and ready Wan some? Hold steady, uh My ex mad, but he the one that's out of bounds So I'm laid up with a 6 ft guard from Georgetown This motion picture shit Hardcore protagonist Go look it up ho Means I'm the head / bitch!

Your man deh pon mi lane Want somewhere fi push in him candy cane Whether inna the sun or the falling rain That's why him cant get me offa him brain

Gyal just shut up yuh mouth and chew pon a bubble gum Ah fi yuh same man a mad over mi plum plum It him a run down / because it sweet him Everyday him want piece of mi honey bun 

Look

Ponytail, dragging We up in this bitch / what's cracking? Minimal bragging Cus you can damn well see we ain't lacking Lights, camera, ready for that action Lights, camera, ready for that action Tags, snatching Designer on designer / it's a habit Cus baby it's a look It's a look, it's a look, it's a look Don't you see me Cus baby it's a look, it's a look, it's a look, it's a look Can you see me? Cus baby it's a look Caviar / collard greens I keep it real hood in my Prada jeans My rings, high beams Cut through dark like lightning I'm like a slow jam on the right beat I'm like a slow jam on the right beat Brownsville / Bev Hills I be everywhere in this cashmere Baby, it's a look It's a look, it's a look, it's a look Don't you see it? Cus baby it's a look, it's a look, it's a look, it's a look Can you see me? Cus baby it's a look, it's a look, it's a look, it's a look Don't you see it? Cus baby it's a look, it's a look, it's a look, it's a look Can you see me? Cus baby it's a look My house is catty cornered Can't say that I ain't warn her Egyptian cotton, thread count poppin Flats in California Face look like I got work I'm booked for the year / you hurt I'm in the scripture, getting richer Crib look like a church I'm a look, I'm a look, it's a look, it's a look Don't you see it? Cus baby it's a look, it's a look, it's a look, it's a look Can you see me? Cus baby it's a look

Ho

You that fly guy they all wanna get at / I know, I know Baby, you ain't gotta say it / fa sho, fa sho Name and number, you could get it / leggo, leggo But first, we need to talk for a minute, uh I'm curious to know your situation Do you have a girl at home waiting? / I don't, I don't, I don't See, that's what I was hoping you would say Cus I'm attracted to you Connection is cool, ooou / oh So suddenly, something hit me I knew I seen you before / hold up, hold up Soon as you came through the door You drive a coupe rollin' on deuces and it's sittin' real low And every girl that see you want you When you call 'em / they go Thinking you the man, but they don't understand When you kissing Keisha, you already hugging Pam / Total .. ..Loser, can't believe I almost fell / fo ya And before I go, you need to know that I know, oh you a ho You so sly, but should've covered your tracks Cus they follow you wherever you at All that you're doing, them girls you flew in Poor things, they never seen it coming Til they heart was ruined / It wasn't me See ain't no need to lie about it  Look at me, I ain't crying 'bout it So silly of me to even think that for a second You could've been the one Cus I'm attracted to you Connection is cool, ooou / oh So suddenly, something hit me I knew I seen you before / hold up, hold up Soon as you came through the door You drive a coupe rollin' on deuces and it's sittin' real low And every girl that see you want you When you call 'em / they go Thinking you the man, but they don't understand When you kissing Keisha, you already hugging Pam / Total .. ..Loser, can't believe I almost fell / fo ya And before I go, you need to know that I know, oh you a ho See, see, see everybody know what it is So ain't no need to come up in here stunting with your friends Playboy your jig is up / go kick it to the wind You’s a classified lame man, it is what it is Just saw you the other day, kicking it with Kim Now you over here tryna talk to my friend Oh, be very clear / I'm far from a blocker But this time around, you hoes won't win I knew I seen you before / hold up, hold up Soon as you came through the door You drive a coupe rollin' on deuces and it's sittin' real low And every girl that see you want you When you call 'em / they go Thinking you the man, but they don't understand When you kissing Keisha, you already hugging Pam / Total .. ..Loser, can't believe I almost fell / fo ya And before I go, you need to know that I know, oh you a ho

Elian’s Revenge

You're driving / down Martin Luther It's half past midnight / and you dial my number But I...

Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more, no more

I wish I could see your face, when you dialed my number babe I wish I could hear your voice / asking what she do that for? You know my memories of you ain't that good, nigga I had to cut you off, didn't wanna get hood, nigga You know my cousins ain't like you anyway I really saved your life / you can thank me later

Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more, no more

You made me get a 310, ho Cus you was dead weight I knew about that bitch in 804, ho But you ain't know about my 718

My 646, or my 205 I had a War Eagle, left him for a Roll Tide I had a 504, but he wont' a Saint So I switched to candy paint Had him swangin’ with his drank But it's cool, ain't nothing new Hoes gon' be hoes, that's what they do I said it's cool, ain't nothing new Hoes gon' be hoes, that's what they do That's why I

Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more, no more

You made me get a 310, ho Cus you was dead weight I knew about that bitch in 804, ho But you ain't know about my 718

Ain't nothing new Hoes gon' be hoes, that's what they do I said it's cool, ain't nothing new Hoes gon' be hoes, that's what they do That's why I

Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more Switched that number up on you hoes I'ont got that number no more, no more 

Braids tuh'da flo(w)

My girls don't trip / my girls keep winning My girls don't lose / my girls just keep on .. Getting braids to the floor / getting braids to the floor Get getting braids to the floor / getting braids to the floor N-n-nails up to the ceiling / nail nails to the ceiling Get them nails up to the ceiling / them nails up to the ceiling Tanisha 25, look 18 / 2 kids, Masters degree Put her own self through school Hot damn, drinks on me Shamira got her own shop / got the whole block hot Chairs stay packed, she getting racks Homegirl just bought a new drop Who need a man in my clique? / huh, not nare one bitch Now don't you get it messed up / we still in love with the stick With that name tattooed on our hearts With that name tattooed on our parts They get crazy / when they don't know where we are Boy you better stop My girls don't trip / my girls keep winning My girls don't lose / my girls just keep on .. Getting braids to the floor / getting braids to the floor Get getting braids to the floor / getting braids to the floor N-n-nails up to the ceiling / nail nails to the ceiling Get them nails up to the ceiling / them nails up to the ceiling Tonight we celebrating Shonda Last night dancing / just bought a mansion Used to bop down Gates in a Honda And now she riding Lambs, plus a new man Sorority sisters, I see you / step to this on the yard / hot damn Who gon' tell you can't do you baby / you can / goddamn Scrunch your face when you dance / look at me ho We having a good time, I'm making a toast / cheers Lit / brand new outfit Br-braids down to the floor / y'all already know My girls don't trip / my girls keep winning My girls don't lose / my girls just keep on .. Getting braids to the floor / getting braids to the floor Get getting braids to the floor / getting braids to the floor N-n-nails up to the ceiling / nail nails to the ceiling Get them nails up to the ceiling / them nails up to the ceiling 

Wash & Set

You are now tuned in to WHAIR Radio Your one-stop shop for everything press on and beyond Girls, I got a hot comb to give away in just a second But first, I wanna get to the phone lines and take some requests Caller, are you there? State your name and where you're from .. Aoow, this your girl Quana from Jersey City I'm just calling in to request that new Leikeli47, "Wash and Set" Just wanna shout out to all my people in the 201, 973 area What's up Tee Tee? Shout out to all my people out there in Camden, Trenton, East Orange, Newark, you know how we do... Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair I keep my phone in airplane mode Black / first class / bonnet on Walked down the street and saw my girl Mo She dropped her pins and all you saw was / Hair! Dragging in the middle of the floor Shit so long it got caught in the door My inches help me sweep up the dough Money green, money green streaks to the floor Hair / Runway ready like whoa Hair / G-H-E-T-T-O Hair / I seal my ends on the go Hair / Come get into my new growth

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Catwalk, catwalk / don't pin it up Let that wind catch every time strut Grow it / buy it / gel it, gel it up Love to flip my shit bitch / I don't give a fuck With a blunt bang like what A chocolate Kimora Lee in the cut Bundles pass my butt My beauty supply thinks I'm a hair slut Hair / Gives me the power I need Hair /  It helps me feel my beat Hair / shortcut, bob, weave Notorious W.I.G. Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Girl lemme call you back I have to lay down my edges Install a few racks So baby don't touch the tresses Come come doobie wrap We see you peeking in, obsessing You know I like my plaits to the back With the baby hair looking like a blessing With the baby hair looking like a blessing With my baby hair looking like a blessing, uh Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Leave in Hair, Conditioner, Leave in, Hair Flip them bitches off your back like Remy Flip them bitches off your back like Remy Flip them bitches off your back like Remy Flip them bitches off your back like Remy Ampro Pro Styl, Ampro Pro Styl Ampro Pro Styl, Ampro Pro Styl Flip them bitches off your back like Remy Flip them bitches off your back like Remy

[angel-of-death-diangelo]

"I Can't." A Sad Solangelo Fic

Hiya! This is a fic based on this post on @solangelo blog. Which I can only assume is a request based on this @willsolaced fic. Enjoy!

Nico di Angelo didn’t expect anyone to knock on his cabin door today. He didn’t expect it to be his boyfriend. And he especially didn’t expect him to be sobbing.

“Woah woah woah, what’s wrong, Sunshine?” Nico shook his hands in the air a few times before deciding to use them to pull Will Solace into his arms.

Nico scolded himself for hesitating, but what could he say? He had never even seen his boyfriend close to tears before. It was a bit shocking to him.

Nico had been sitting there on his bunk when there was a knock on his door. He answered to find an exhausted and disheveled son of Apollo on his front stoop.

Will’s eyes were red and his face wet, he was wearing his white doctor’s coat and was only wearing one blue rubber glove.

The blonde boy spoke from Nico’s shoulder. His voice was raspy and quiet, but definitely there.

“I can’t do this, Neeks.” He whispered.

Nico linked his hands together behind Will’s back. “Do what, Darling? You can do so much.”

Will pulled away, Nico’s shirt had stuck to his cheek momentarily. He looked Nico in the eyes.

Nico could not describe how pained the sight before him made him. He was staring into his boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes. Will didn’t just look sad. He was utterly broken.

“This. Nico. I can’t do any of this any more. Healing. Being at camp. I can’t.” Will’s momentarily calm was a facade. He took a shaky step toward Nico’s black clad bunk before collapsing into it. He curled around himself as he lay on his side. His whole body wracking in sobs. The fragile metal bed frame shook and squeaked along with Will’s movements.

“Hey now,” Nico rushed over, sitting at Will’s head, wrapping a yellow curl around his finger. “And why would you think a silly thought like that.”

It took Will many painful moments before he was able to answer. Every time he’d start to calm down, another wave of thoughts flooded him, starting him up again.

Eventually, he spoke.

“They’re dead because of me Nico. I’m a murderer.”

Will reached up, grabbing a bunch of Nico’s t-shirt in his hand, balling a fist around it.

Nico opened his mouth to reply, but Will kept going. His eyes squeezed shut in desperate force.

“I had to look at them as they died. I couldn’t save them. It’s my fault. We lost godly blood on my watch. I haven’t slept in three days. I’m tearing myself apart. And Nico, it’s just so much.” On the last syllable, Will sputtered, choking on his tears.

Nico placed a hand high on Will’s cheek, rubbing circles with his thumb.

“Shhh, love, you’re okay. It’s okay.” Nico cooed. “You haven’t killed anyone, my dear. You’ve saved so so many.”

Will, in an aching silence, shook his head again Nico’s leg.

“Yes. Yes you have.” Nico assured. “You’ve done so much for this world, and I know it hurts, but you have to realize, some things are out of anyone’s control. We live in a godly world, Will, it happened for a reason. My dad will take good care of all of them. I bet they’re all so grateful for what you gave for them. None of them are upset.”

Will rolled over, laying on his back. His eyes shut and his hands balled into his hair. He trembled with sobs. His mouth wide as if he was screaming. But no sound came out. He was caught in that all too painful state where when the cries hit you the hardest, but they all get stuck in your chest.

Nico wiped off Will’s cheek. Silently reminding the boy that he was still there, there for him.

Will groaned out a strangled noise. Barely audible. Definitely not coherent.

“What’s that, Sunspot?” Nico leaned forward the slightest bit, facing his ear toward his boyfriend.

“Dad.” Was all Nico could make out before the thought hit Will hard.

“Whose dad?” Nico, waiting patiently for an answer, planted a kiss on Will’s forehead.

Will took a long breath.

“My dad. I’ve failed the Apollo name Nico.” Will bit his teeth down on his bottom lip until it turned white.

Nico ran a thumb over Will’s lips, trying to get him to relax. He was honestly shocked to what he had just heard.

“Will, your father knows how many people you’ve helped at this camp, he is so proud of his son. I swear.”

The room was quiet for a long while. Well, almost quiet, Will would still sob, and then go through a round of calm, just to start sobbing again.

Nico considered saying something, anything to fill the silence, but there was something about the moment. Nico knew the silence would end when it needed to.

Will, for the first time in what felt like years, opened his eyes, looking up at Nico. His eyes were still spilling with tears, but his breathing had calmed momentarily.

“It hurts, Neeks. It really hurts.”

“I know, my love, I know.” Nico placed a hand on Wills chest, feeling the fast drum of his heart under the thin camp shirt.

Will whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Nico shook his head, “No, Will, you have no reason to be apologizing to me. It’s perfectly alright. You’re alright.”

And then there was silence.

Not almost silence.

Not kind of silence.

Pure, undisturbed silence.

Nico looked down in concern, his eyes were met with his boyfriend. His eyes peacefully closed and his hair stuck to his cheeks in sweat and tears.

Nico watched as Will breathed lightly, he smiled. Tracing Will’s sharp jawline with a gentle finger tip.

He sat there for a small forever, his boyfriend sleeping head in his lap, as he felt a healer’s heartbeat return to a normal pace.