The Adventures of Silvertongue and Olive
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Warnings: dramakings, stubborn idiots falling for each other and slaughtered kittens. I’m kidding. Or maybe not.
10 - Bike riding gone wrong
“Olive, are you… Are you sure you… Ah! You…!”, yelled Loki in between gasps, holding himself to Olive’s back for his life. “My prince, you damn whoreson!”.
“Hold still, Silverprince, I’ve got this”, he assured him with a strong grip on the wheel. “You mustn’t panic over a bicycle”.
“I’m not panicking, I simply don’t trust… ah! Your abilities!”.
The cobbled streets made the riding even more difficult, as they bounced in each word. If it weren’t enough, the ups and downs of the paths made them fall off the bike more than once. Loki surrounded Olive’s waist and chest with his arms, as he grew more and more scared they’d crash violently, once again.
Olive wanted to climb the top of a hill and throw both down it. Loki was… not so sure. They put their feet on the ground, holding the bike still between their legs, and Loki rested his head on Olive's back.
"Don't even dream of it".
"Oh, come on, my prince. It'll be fun", said Olive, knowing damn well he'd convince him with those two magical words. My prince. His.
With a sigh, Loki accepted.
"Fine. If we die…".
"We would've died together".
"Sounds fine to me".
"What a clingy ass".
"Clingy ass? You've spent too much time on Midgard".
Loki secured himself around his friend, and Olive lifted the feet off the ground. Like a big snowball, they grew faster and faster off the hill, and started to lose balance. They were way too high to stop now. Both, screaming. Loki was having fun, but his yelling showed the opposite. Olive put his hands up and screamed in amusement while being sure they'd crash. Loki grabbed the wheel and Olive let him. But it was no use, for they were definitely flying off the hill.
Loki closed his eyes and Olive kept them very open. Not even once they remembered they could teleport themselves safely.
Like rocks, they sank in the dust and gravel that laid underneath the cliff. They stayed silent for a while, until Loki's silvertongue came back to his senses.
"The worst returns from laughter", he said, still from the ground. Olive chuckled.
"What?".
"Welcome then, thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!".
"You're a dramaqueen. It was not that bad".
"A dramaking, you mean".
"Do you have all Shakespeare memorized?", he asked sarcastically. Loki furrowed his brows.
"I fucking might".
They stayed on the ground, staring at the sky, defeated by gravity. Olive eventually got on his feet, undusted his clothes and offered his hand for Loki to get up. Loki stayed on the floor.
"Away, get thee away! Good friend, be gone. Thy comforts can do me no good at all; thee they may hurt".
Olive sighed, and, rolling his eyes, answered,
"You cannot see your way".
That was enough for Loki to stand right back on his feet, looking at him bewildered.
"You quoted back!".
"I did".
"You read King Lear!".
"I did".
"When?".
"These… past few weeks".
"When you met me?", he smirked.
Olive rolled his eyes again.
"You wouldn't shut up about it. Wanted to see what the big deal was about".
"I think I might be hallucinating. Oh, no. Call the healers. I'm dying, aren't I? Is this a dream? Is this the real life? Or is it just fantasy?".
"Well, sit down", said Olive, looking around. They were in the middle of nowhere. No streets to be found. Nothing. They were, indeed, caught in a landslide. "We should start thinking of what to do next. Do you know anyone around here?", and got no answer. "Loki?".
"Sorry", he shook his head. "I'm still too impressed you read Shakespeare to catch up on my conversations", he held his smirk. "I don't think anyone has ever been this cool to me".
"Don't worry, your future wife will probably read Shakespeare for you", he joked. "Unless you wanna marry me instead".
"I fucking might".
"Don't threaten me".
"Scared I might actually end up marrying you?", he joked back. Olive blushed. "Oh my Gods, you're red. Don't you actually think I'd want to marry you, do you?".
"Oh, stop it. I never know when you're teasing and when you're being serious".
"I'm never being serious", he said, knowing perfectly well he might as well have been entirely serious the whole conversation. "I don't know anyone around here. But we're Gods. Some around here actually know about us. We could use that".
"No, don't ruin the incognito. Even your father comes undercover to Midgard".
"Well, he also slaughters kittens for fun".
"Oh for the Norns! We left Cat in the Palace alone!", hurried Olive. "Loki, we need to go get them before they gets killed!".
"Oh, but Norway is such fun", he complained like a kid.
"The cat!".
"Alright. We're going back, my prince".
Olive smiled, and Loki thought it was completely worth it. If it made him smile like that, he'd do it again and again. And then, he felt he needed to see him blush. Just because Olive's face flustered was better than a hundred sunsets and sunrises, and Loki found himself unable to stop commanding his cheeks to grow hotter and hotter.
"What are you staring at?", inquired Olive after a while. "You're supposed to call Heimdall".
"Sorry", Loki came back to reality, blinking fast. "You look truly gorgeous today. What have you done?".
And, like that, Olive blushed from head to toes. Laughing it off, he tried to come up with a comeback line, and couldn't think of any. When Loki did those things, his mind went blank. And Loki loved it; he did it almost daily. A compliment, a little gesture, even a caring look he'd gift Olive and Olive alone. No one could get it except him. He was special, and, to him, he was his best friend because he couldn't be anything else. There was nothing better than having his friendship.
"Please, my prince. I'm nothing compared to you", he whispered once he got his cheeks to a more normal color.
"Please. You're the prince tales warn us about".
"Are they warnings?".
"Well, they tell you, if you see them, you'd fall immediately and irremediably in love", he sighed, and widened his eyes after a few seconds of silence, realizing what he'd just said. "Well, maybe not! Maybe not exactly like those princes. I meant to say you're somewhat… nice looking. I…", but he couldn't find a better way to save himself from it. "I guess I… I find myself lost in words".
"Silver tongue turned to lead?", laughed Olive.
Loki has been called that catchphrase so many times before, but this was the first time it meant something different entirely. And, just as 'Leaf' had a new sound from his lips, the phrase renewed its use.
"To lead, indeed. Talking about lead, I should be leading our way out of here", he said, and looked up. Heimdall soon opened the bifrost and they traveled quickly to Asgard's palace, to get their cat safe.
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silverprince: assassin au?
She isn't proud of what she does. Didn't choose it. Can't seem to escape it. Whatever hold the Royals have over her, it's powerful; no matter how hard she tries to run, she finds her feet locked in place, unable to make it past the doorway.
It should help that she doesn't remember the worst of it, but it doesn't. Standing in a stone room, only for the world to go dark, to wake back at the palace with blood on her hands and only her imagination to fill in the blanks....
She's always had a very good imagination.
He always finds her after. Even when she tries to hide, to lock herself away and get herself under control, he always seems to know where to look. He coaxes her out with quiet words and gentle promises, and soon she follows him. He washes the blood from her hands (and when needed, her face), telling her the same story he always does: One day they'll run away together. They'll find a way-both of them-to be free from the iron clutch of his family. They'll never have to hurt anyone ever again. Maybe they'll get a dog, a picket fence, a happily ever after.
(It's a fairytale, she knows. He doesn't really believe it. And for the longest time, neither does she. But one day when he comes to her, there's angry red mark on his face; a handprint he tries to hide but cannot truly hope to disguise.
She doesn't say anything different, doesn't do anything different. She lets him care for her, lets him make her empty promises. But something new is born inside her, a wild mix of rage and something she has not known in so long she scarcely dares name it (love? love? could it be-) that manifests in a single, silent promise, ice settling in her veins.
We will get out of here. And I'll never let them hurt you again.)
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Anyone else think that Buzz by Halestorm is totally season 2 Sean/Juliette?
(video & lyrics under cut)
I do admit, I've come to like the attention
The heavy look in your eyes
So break a piece off of my latest obsession
A taste of pure paradise
I like the buzz because of what it does to me
I get a fuzzy feeling washing over me
I get a rush now honey when you're touching me
Is it love? Is it love? Is it love? Is it love?
I can't sleep, I can't think now
I can't breathe without you touching me
Is it love or the drugs?
It's a buzz, buzz, buzz
I like it, I like it
Everybody's keeping their little secrets
Hidden in the bottom drawer
But when it's over there's a terrible fever
That keeps you begging for more
I like the buzz because of what it does to me
I get a fuzzy feeling washing over me
I get a rush now honey when you're touching me
Is it love? Is it love? Is it love? Is it love?
I can't sleep, I can't think now
I can't breathe without you touching me
Is it love or the drugs?
It's a buzz, buzz, buzz
Oh yeah (I like it)
What you're doing to me, baby (I like it)
Oh yeah, yeah (I like it)
Say, what you're doing to me
'Cause there's a new drug, baby, that I can't resist
It's like a thousand bolts of lightning when we kiss
And can you show me now, how can I get my fix?
Is it love? Is it love? Is it love?
Is it love? Is it love?
Or just the drugs pulsating my veins?
Is it love? Is it love?
Or just a buzz running through my brain?
I can't sleep, I can't think now
I can't breathe without you touching me
Is it love or the drugs?
It's a buzz, buzz, buzz
(I can't sleep)
(I can't breathe)
It's a buzz, buzz, buzz (I can't breathe)
I like it
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