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magnusmodig · 1 month

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rough childhood headcanon qs / @clxscdeyes / no longer accepting !

╰┈➤ 7 . how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

||. one whole "today years old" post!ragnarok and hela's reveal. Except, even then, according to the movie, not really because Thor is still in heavy denial about all of it where Odin is concerned. I've spoken a bit (here) about how Thor adores his family; he idolizes them and views them through blinding rose-colored glasses, (especially when they're deceased) and that is especially true of his circumstances.

So, very often times when the truth clashes with the rose-colored view of them (namely: his father), Thor does one of two things: find a way to justify the words or action with the surrounding context of the time to make it make sense (e.g., well he scolded me harshly because i was talking back), or avoid it altogether. (this is his go-to. no talking about it; thor would rather not right now, so he does not.)

Key example being: he would rather focus on how his father changed his ways, and the Odin that he knew and grew up with was a man who had turned away from pursuing war for war's sake, and was instead one who valued peace and life. He would rather focus on that aspect of Odin, and take in the broader picture of Odin's life. REGARDLESS of the fact that what Thor is deeply, personally affected - not with the realization that Odin changed his ways once upon a time - but by the fact that he lied to him, manipulated him, and controlled and shaped every aspect of his being, for Thor's whole life, JUST to avoid another Hela. Someone who Thor is not, could not be farther from, and never knew about, because Odin (apparently) kept the matter of his true first-born a closely-guarded secret and seemingly would have continued to were it not for Odin's death, Hela's escape, and Ragnarok all coinciding at the same moment in time. And this, all because Thor rationalizes it as "well, I wouldn't want to be remembered and judged based on the person that I used to be. I should extend that same kindness to my father, because he too, changed." (x10 because now Odin is dead. And it's in poor-taste to speak ill of a dead man.)

The problem namely being: Thor only talks about things when Thor decides it's time to talk about things ; when he is ready. ...but as this is a topic that ripple effects down to Thor's core, good luck getting him to open up about it, even just with himself.

#(yknow what sucks most about this is that 2011-2015 thor was on a trajectory where)#(while he still wouldn't talk about a lot of things he wasn't as firmly rooted in /absolute denial/ like he is now >>)#(he would lock up and not talk about his personal feelings but he was still /thinking/ about them)#(- and could grow ready to share his thoughts once he processed through all of it.)#(or at least he would broach the broad concepts while still lightly brushing over 'k but how did it make THOR feel')#(dude would rather choke than talk about his own feelings no support system for thor he's so dumb)#(which is also just so funny because he never /denied/ the fact that he's feeling under the weather either)#(he just... won't elaborate on why he is or how to feel better.)#(but anyways)#(to rationalize the trajectory shift away from 'thor being able to talk about deeply upsetting topics for him even if it's uncomfortable')#(i've decided that so much has happened in such a short amount of time and there's /so/ many things eating at him-)#(-that he's subconsciously decided he's not going to talk much about any of them. because there's just too much.)#(the vibe of 'if i talk about this now i'm going to fall and if i fall i don't know if i can get up again because it's finally too heavy)#(-and i can't afford to fall down bc there's too much at stake outside of me so i just will not take the chance')#(he can if he's ever with someone he truly trusts and he can speak about it NORMALLY if that person pushes him enough)#(because you've always had to needle thor to /actually answer your question/ rather than talk half-way around it)#(//stares at thor 2011 where he never opens up to jane even once not even at the fire-side chat)#(but until then it's big denial mode bc ragnarok messed him up something fierce and i'm not even talking about-)#(-the order of in-universe events that happen in the movie orz)#( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page .#( answered . ) — black feathers fall to a raven's call .#clxscdeyes #( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper .

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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New Year, New Friends, II

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Erik watched the bedroom door close behind Mercedes as she closed herself into Aly's room, their low voices muffled. Aly was a true daddy's girl but there were some things she preferred not to share with him and that was cool. Onto his youngest, Delonte. Erik flipped on his bedroom light.

"You up here playing 2K, you can play that anytime it's New Years Eve! Turn that off and spend some time with your family!" It was dope that Delonte loved his gift so much but he was more focused on that game than his family.

"Fifteen more minutes," he tapped at his controller too focused to turn around. "...Please," he tacked on feeling Erik's parental glare on his back. He kissed his teeth. "You know mom ain't gone let me play if I take it over her house."

"If you'd do what the fuck you supposed to instead of running your mouth.. You know if I ever hear it I'm a shove my size 12 foot up ya ass."

Delonte's shoulders dropped as he angled away to the TV dismissively. He was mouthing something smart.

"Huh?" Erik's brow rose challenging the back of his stubborn son's head.

"Nothing," Delonte responded carefully.

"Better be nothing," Erik palmed the top of Delonte's head and tilted it back looking into his face. The boy was his twin whereas Diamante looked like Khia.

"Dad it's MAMBA, you gone disrespect MAMBA?"

"That's a family man," Erik smirked rubbing through his son's hair. "Something I'ma school you on."

"Please! Fifteen minutes. Please please please."

"Hm.. Fifteen. Don't make me come get you," Erik threatened leaving his son to his game. Downstairs, Erik went to the living room to find that Diamante was pulling on his sneakers prepping to head out to a party with a few of his friends and Khia was helping him by rearranging his bleached dreds into two braids going back. Erik couldn't say anything about it... Diamante had only stuck around to see his big sister but now that she was upstairs and it didn't look like she was coming back, he was leaving. Erik handed him a 50 dollar bill from his wallet.

"You got the keys? You got ya license?... Condoms?" He whispered it subtly and Diamante nodded, no need to play dumb. "Be safe. Call me for anything, I do mean anything." Diamante was almost 18 and very responsible but Erik knew for a fact.. shit happens especially on New Years.

Closing him out, Erik turned to Khia who was standing there looking like a meal. They had three kids together because he couldn't keep his hands to himself and she let him get it raw however he wanted it whenever he wanted it.

"..Why we ain't work out again?" His eyes scanned her humored face as he stood directly in front of her, taking in her face and her shape. They'd tried multiple times to be together but for some reason..

"We're different people," she smiled grabbing his hands ".. and besides.. I'm dating Drew." With that she walked off to the mini bar to grab a glass of wine while Erik followed.

"Drew or no Drew you always gonna be mine, that'll never change." He lifted her chin in his grip sitting the half-full glass back down. They both knew it was true, which was why she gave up the lips so freely and kissed him back. It was never just the fact that they had kids or else they wouldn't keep making more kids. She would've dropped them off and kept rolling. Right when he was about to make his move and pin her pretty lil ass to the wall, he heard her back pocket ring. "Don't answer it," he mumbled into her neck as he lifted her thigh and she didn't. She let it ring.

"DAAAAD," Erik heard Aly's voice calling from the living room. It was tempting to stay hidden in the liquor room. Khia had the fatty.. He was past due for it and in the mood. "DADDYYYY.."

Khia broke the kiss. "That's your cue," she smiled against his lips pulling back to grab her wine glass with a smirk in her eyes. She was teasing him. He sighed with an eyeroll. He could've had her. He still could...

"DAAAD."

"This ain't over," he muttered before lifting his pitch to yell "I'm coming Pumpkin." It made Khia laugh. She laughed at him a lot, but she was the same way with Diamante, he loved his mama more than life and between Erik and Khia he'd pick Khia every time. She babied him just like he babied his baby girl. She pat Erik on the back pushing him from the room. "Pumpkin," Erik called.

"Where'd everyone go," Aly asked when Erik appeared. Poor baby looked so lost and disappointed.

"Your mom's at the minibar, Delonte's upstairs. He should be down in a few minutes. Diamante is gone. He to a party with his friends.. he wanted to wait until he saw you before leaving."

"What? Damn, I'm a call him."

"Aw yeah, call him," Mercedes pushed, sneaking a brief glance at Erik which he caught. Her demon eyes flashed with a dark intention that made his dick twitch, he was already craving the wet heat of walls that sneaking off with Khia before hadn't provided. Maybe the second time would be the charm.

Producing her cell, Aly dialed Diamante to apologize. They were very close afterall despite their fighting.

"Guess it's just us," Mercedes smirked deviously. "About that mini bar.."

"Drink of choice?"

"Something with tequila?"

"Tequila's got a lot of benefits but I'm sure you know that," Erik smiled leading her to his minibar. On the way they passed Khia who was on the phone with Drew it sounded like. "Giving the kids tequila," he whispered loudly before squeezing her ass in the hall. Drew was blind if he thought all that was his.

She smacked at him playfully mouthing "get away from me."

"Get Delontae off that game," Erik whispered. She smiled with a roll of her eyes shoo'ing him on her way towards Aly. He watched her ass as she walked until Mercedes stepped in front of him, arms crossed. Pushing him into his liquor room, she closed the door.

"Now that she's gone."

"Nah," he opened it back. "Keep it open."

"You so scareddd..," Mercedes smirked as she slung her arms around Erik's neck, "Relax. They won't notice.. They're all hung up on other th-"

"What's your intention with Aly tho, why you round her," Erik wondered staring through her. She shrugged.

"What can I say, she's the PB, I'm th-."

"You fulla shit."

Mercedes eyes widened as she was taken aback. "Me and Aly study together, party together, talk-"

"Bullshit"

"No. We talk about our families, and share secrets.. like she know I like older men."

"She know, what do you mean she know..," Erik tested studying Mercedes with scrutiny.

"Not about us, just my kinks. I only told her her daddy was fine one time when I saw the family postcard. Was I jealous? Yes, but that's all I said.... I ain't ever had no family postcard," she added.

"You ain't had a lot of shit." Again, Erik couldn't picture not providing the very best for his kids despite any disagreements with Khia and they'd had plenty. It reminded him briefly of why they weren't together. "Listen," he wispered grabbing her face and she did. "If you using my daughter then I'm a use these big strong hands.. mhm.." he could see she liked the pressure, "..and I'm a break your arms.. boffum." He nodded her chin for her before pecking her on the lips. "I'm a snap em like twigs.. Don't be nervous," he whispered stroking her cheek. He could feel the tension. "If it ain't you, you ain't gotta worry." He could see her checking out the circumference of his biceps and the strength of his hands. "Got something you wanna tell me?"

She pulled his hands to her neck, pressing them into her skin and rolling her head back with an easy smile. It wasn't nerves he was seeing, he gathered.

"Cutie..." Erik used his thumb to tap on her neck, voice low. "Put me right here.."

He watched as she dropped instantly to her knees unzipping his pants to fish out his semi-hard dick. His eyes flickered to the empty doorway and back. She grinned up at him once she felt it, like a troll on treasure. Using both hands to grip it, she stroked it up and squeezed the base before enveloping the head in her warm wet mouth, grazing his lips over it until he got hard bit by bit.

He raised the hem of his shirt liking the feel of her fingernails dragging down his abs.. time wouldn't permit too much of it though. He had to take his dick back and hit it on her lips, pulling it out of her mouth when she put her lips around it the exact same way. He tapped a finger on her throat.. the same spot he'd tapped before. "Here."

This time, he felt her lips go to the shaft and her eyes closed as she focused on taking him deeper. She couldn't get it where he pointed but to he fair, neither could Khia or the women he'd been with outside of that. Still, he liked to make them try..

"Choke on it." He ordered holding her head firmly on place as she tried her best. He loved that she was willing. He let her off of it to breath and kissed her sloppy little mouth in reward. She liked that, making the choice to try it again on her own. She looked up at him with watery eyes the entire time, rubbing on his stomach. She really liked to play on his abs.

He kept his eyes on hers though he felt like one of his kids would walk by at any moment. Mercedes must have felt it too because she upped the tongue work and swirled her entire mouth on the head of his dick at the same time like a carwash. He balled his fists and steadied himself planting his feet like roots in the floor. She was at level 1 of of the glyuck glyuck and accelerating.. Getting too loud with it though. It sounded sexy and messy and felt divine, but the pronounced slurping and small moaning..

"You doing too much with all that extra sound." It was a thought Erik never thought he'd have. Her lashes fluttered.

"I can't help it," she blinked up with tear-stained cheeks and a firm suck like he was the best tootsie pop, it made him wanna grab her head again and teach her something new. "It's so pretty and thick."

"Mhm." She definitely knew how to hype a nigga. She wasn't wrong though. "Make me buss, baby. Take that shit."

He needed her to hurry and not drag it out. He felt like he could cum easy if she didn't play edging games. She kept smiling up at him with innocent eyes.. enjoying the changes in his expression. He was already cumming and she was wasn't a spitter.

She looked offended when he reclaimed his dick and fixed himself, but what did she expect, to fuck around all damn night? He had a family. He moved to his bar to mix her something that would ease her, let her know he wasn't cold to her. Afterall, she was someone's child.. not his.. but someone's. She watched as he prepped it, her slick hands trying to reach for the dick again. She hadn't wiped her mascara from her cheeks.. it was another turn on.

"No," he said softly, but stern.. He nudged her hand away. "Tequila sunrise," he smiled scooting it toward her. That's what she'd requested afterall. "Chill.. Drink that," he redirected brushing her fingers again when she reached for his zipper. She couldn't keep her hands to herself and it would be a good thing if he weren't the same way. One of them had to have restraint. He poured himself a quick splash of Hennessy, clinking her glass with his. "To the new year."

Immediately her hands were on him again. He looked at them and back to her face like she was out of her mind.

"And new friends," she smiled rubbing his bicep. Erik looked to the door and thought about it.. if he listened carefully he could hear if someone were coming up the hall. He looked her in the eye.. deliberating. What kinda excuse could they have for being gone so long?

"Get on your knees. Hurry up," he nodded. By the time she dropped again, his zipper was down and he was fishing out his dick. It was hard again. She wasted no time sucking it. "This is fucked up," he muttered to himself getting a wicked smile from Mercedes in return. "You toxic.. thriving off this shit.."

She giggled, locked into her motion. She had it down, her eyes still locked on his. Erik's eyes stayed on hers but his ears were on the hall.. and then the moment came. He heard movement. Without pause, he snatched his spit bubbled dick back into his pants and zipped them, adjusting his shirt as Mercedes got to her feet and wiped her mouth. By the time Aly appeared in the doorway, he had his glass in hand and a somber expression full of pity aimed at Mercedes who was still wiping her mouth, eyes, and nose.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, but we're all here for you," he said causing Mercedes to squint as if he could've come up with better. With more time to think, he would've.

"Aww Mercedes what's wrong, you were crying?"

That was Erik's lil Pumpkin always considerate. He hated to play on it, but the way he saw it he had no choice. Aly went straight to hug her friend with Mercedes hugging her back, head on Aly's shoulder.

"I think sometimes you just need someone without a bias to share with, someone who doesn't know you or the people involved," Erik offered getting the cold stare from Mercedes over Aly's shoulder. She'd have to make something up on her own. Erik looked dead in her eyes as he took another sip of Hennessy to ease his nerves before excusing himself from the room. He needed a quiet place to finish himself off.

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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The Fighter 5

Harry tried with all his heart to get me to sleep. He requested warm milk, he hummed a random song, he buried his fingers in the roots of my hair and stroked through the strands in hopes that it would do anything to help. But I was still restless, falling asleep long enough to dream of Theo dying in some gruesome fight with Trina, before flinching awake to be met with Harry's worried, tired eyes.

"You don't have to worry," Harry murmured, dragging the pads of his fingers down my cheek and over my jawline. "you know I'll do everything to get you what you need." His lips touched between my eyebrows, soft as a feather. "You'll be safe."

I didn't tell him that I wasn't worried about myself or that I was dreaming of Theo. I didn't tell him that every time his fingers touched me I felt sick, constantly thinking that this is the first and only night I'd get him like this. I closed my eyes again, relaxing into the same cycle that took place until the sun broke the horizon.

Breakfast was quieter than usual. Arlia didn't attend, and I didn't ask where she was. I'd rather spend my last real breakfast with just Harry and Theo. Theo didn't eat much, not that I blamed him. My stomach felt like it was full of piles of rocks, so heavy that the platforms wouldn't even be able to lift me into arena. It was wishful thinking of course. Harry made Theo and I eat two slices of toast each, and drink at least one glass of water.

"No hot cocoa today," he had told me, pushing my glass towards me with a sorry smile. "need you hydrated."

Then he spoke. A lot. He talked about different weather conditions and environments. He told us if we could find water, we need to stay close to it. Most of the time, there's fish in there, and we know how to catch fish. He warned us about fires and their smoke and when to light them. Theo didn't look like he could really handle listening to Harry at that moment, so I listened for the both of us.

"We can do this Theo," I told him, when I noticed he was losing color in his face and his eyes were welling up. "we're going to get in the arena, and you're going to stay on your platform no matter what." I made sure he was looking at me before continuing. "I'll come get you. You only move if someone's coming towards you, okay?"

He nodded, his whole face wobbling as he held back tears. "What if something happens to you why you're trying to get to me? What do I do?"

"The only way I won't get to you is if I'm dead, and that's not going to happen." I swore firmly. There's absolutely no way I'm going to die knowing Theo's still in danger. "I promise, I'll get to you."

"B-but what if-"

"You're smart Theo," I reached over to wipe the water on his cheeks. "you'll know what to do. We've been surviving our whole lives."

He had nodded, despite the fear swimming around in his crystal eyes, and we fell into silence until Harry told us we had to go. We moved towards the elevator, Harry stopping me before I got too far. His thin fingers circled my wrists, and his tired eyes looked into mine with longing.

"I'll do what I can to take care of you two," Harry murmured, "whatever it takes." I nodded, lump in my throat. If there's one thing I've learned about Harry, it's that he can't lie. He'd rather move around the truth than actually lie, so I knew his word was good.

"I'm going to do this Harry," I swore, my words becoming muffled when he pulled me into his chest for a hug. "It'll either be Theo or me, I promise."

I don't know what made me say that it might be me coming home because I will make sure it's Theo. Maybe I felt like Harry needed to hear it, to know that I hear him.

"I know," Harry mumbled in my ear, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Do they feel okay?"

Julius brushed his hands over my shoulders, straightening out the thick winter coat he'd just zipped up. I nodded, rolling my shoulders and shaking my legs to make sure nothing about my outfit feels wrong.

"It's going to be cold there." He told me, as if I couldn't already tell my the clothes he layered me in. I still nodded, unable to find anything to say. It's as if Harry kept my voice, stuffed in one of his pockets to make sure my words stay with him.

Julius was just finishing up braiding my hair when a buzz rang out, signaling that it's time for me to enter my platform. We don't say anything, I suppose he's realized I'm unable to, and I zip my coat up to my chin, stepping onto the platform. Julius stares at me, nodding firmly just once, and then the pedestal begins to rise. The tube grows dark, and the air cold. So cold it stings my face and ears, and my eyes begin to water. The first break of light doesn't hurt considering I'm already squinting from the winter breeze. Once I'm able to see clearly, I take in the arena.

A silver cornucopia sits in the center of the 24 tributes, large chunks of ice and swirls of frost hanging off of it. The area around us is nothing but snow and ice, a forest trapped in a winter wonderland. A screen above the cornucopia displays the countdown: 25 seconds. I quickly look around the weapons laid out, cursing when I realize the spears and larger weapons are further in, making it harder to get out. If I want Theo and I to survive, I have to get one. Backpacks are laid out in the grass, one sitting about three feet in front of me. I'll grab it on my way to the cornucopia.

12 seconds.

Looking around the tributes, I ignore their frightened gazes until I see a familiar pair of blue eyes staring right at me, frozen like a deer. Theo's trembling, cheeks already red in the cold. I give him a reassuring nod, readying myself to run as the final seconds tick down.

A gong ring outs, and I leap forward. My winter boots are heavy, but after years of swimming and ice fishing, I'm prepared to run on ice. Bodies blur by me, the arena empty of noise as I haul up the backpack and sprint to the cornucopia. Adrenaline or luck, I'm not sure, but I'm thankful when I realize no one's reached the weapons yet. I throw the backpack over my shoulders, diving forward to grip the sleek silver spear. I can hear rushed footsteps getting closer, and I steady myself on the side of the metal tube, turning just as the person gets within range. I don't even distinguish which tribute it is before I ram the butt of the spear into their head, knocking them unconscious.

It's Marlin, I realize, just as a screech rings out. I look up to see Trina slipping on ice as she hauls herself towards us. I have no doubt that she sees the blood dripping from her partners temple.

I jump back to action, stepping over him and grabbing the trident resting on the wall. Theo needs a weapon too. I duck around an incoming tribute, somehow managing to get by with only a tug on my sleeve. I notice all the careers are skidding around on the frosty ground. They must not have prepared for this kind of weather.

Theo is huddled down on his platform still, hugging his knees and looking around with wild eyes. His lock on me, and he launches forward too, meeting me halfway. I breathe out a sigh of relief when I realize he's okay and he somehow got a backpack too.

"Come on, we have to go!" I yell, flinching as the fighting screams of the Careers ring out behind us. They've armed themselves, and they're already killing. Theo takes the trident from me, following me into the line of forest trees. The further in we step the more the snow lessens, turning into the frozen ground. I thank whatever good karma's been waiting for me, thankful that I won't have to worry about tracks, and we run. The cold air burns my hands and face and I can feel my legs getting tired but I keep going. The fog from my breath gets too thick so I reach up and hold my hand over my face. I don't know how long we run for, but it's easier to move on this flooring rather than the ice so we go as far as possible.

"I can't-b-breathe." Theo stutters, my own throat and chest stinging painfully so I know it's time to stop. I slow down to a walk, tucking my chin into the collar of my jacket. We need to find water, or a safe place to hide so we can go through our bags and figure out what we need.

"We need a tree or something to hide out in for now." I mutter, teeth chattering. Theo nods, his own chin wobbling in the cold. It's hard to see anything through the thick trees, but the rocky edge of a mountainside peeks through. It's not too far away, and it'll provide some protection from the wind.

"Let's get closer to the mountain, yeah?" Theo follows my line of sight, nodding again. I adjust my grip on my spear, fingers aching and tight from being exposed. Theo and I continue walking, and I keep my eyes and ears perked for any sign of oncoming trouble. Maybe his fingers are cold too, or maybe he's frightened. Whatever it is, I don't question when Theo slips his empty hand into mine. Instead I welcome the warmth of having him with me, even if I wish he were a thousand miles from here, safe and sound.

Theo is the first to climb, my back to the tree trunk with our weapons while he pulls himself up the tree as high as he can. The sky is starting to darken, meaning the bloodbath at the cornucopia is dying down. I wonder how many died, which districts they were from. I wonder if somehow Marlin found his way to his feet and managed to slaughter with his fellow butchers. The thought makes me queasy so I push it away.

"I found a good spot!" Theo calls down, and I look up to see him peaking down from a rather large branch. It forks out at a comfortable angle, and luckily another branch for me is close by. I hand his trident up to him, still paying attention to the area around me. There's been no sign of anyone around us, but I refuse to let my guard down.

Theo takes his weapon, and mine, leaving me with free hands to climb the tree. I hurry, staying close to the trunk and ignoring the way the bark scratches my palms and makes them burn even more. I settle on the branch next to Theo, the small gap between them but being big enough for either of us to fall through, so we huddle close together to stay warm. Theo's tucked our weapons under his legs so they don't fall, bag on his lap. I do the same.

"I think my fingers are too frozen to open the zipper." He chuckles lightly, body shaking against mine.

"Tuck 'em into your sleeves." I say, fumbling with my zipper to pull it open. The first thing to bulge out is made of thick, heat reflecting fabric and I realize it's a sleeping bag. "Nice," I nod, carefully unrolling it and throwing it over Theo's legs. He wiggles closer to me, clutching the bag tighter against him.

"Thanks Athena."

I nod, continuing my search through the bag. Hopefully there's another one in the other back pack. The next is an empty water bottle with a small pack of water treatment in it. I huff, wishing it was already filled with water, but the Capitol is never that kind.

"Oh thank God." I grin, finding a pair of winter gloves. I clutch them tightly, rubbing my fingers of the waterproof exterior. "Put these on." I instruct, hanging them to Theo. He doesn't hesitate to slip them over his small hands.

The rest of the contents are dried beef and fruit, a long rope, and a pack of matches. Not bad for one backpack, and I can't help but be thankful that Theo managed to grab one too.

Once Theo's tucked in nice and warm, trident now safely in his bag next to him, I empty his bag. We've got the same stuff, so I settle in the same way he does. Sleeping bag up to my chest, spear next to me, gloves on. I'm settling the bag behind me as a backrest when Theo speaks up.

"There's never been an arena like this." His voice is quite and trembling, and I hope it's more from the cold rather than fear. He's safe with me, but I'd prefer he'd be able to hide his emotions. Never let anyone see your weaknesses.

"No there hasn't," I respond after thinking back on all the Games I've seen. Forest and mountains are typical, but frozen ones aren't. The last Games where the temperature was low lasted too long and got boring. Most of the tributes froze to death, and many Capitol residents were upset with the lack of blood shed and gore. "but that means everyone's at a disadvantage. Not just us."

"What do you mean?"

"No ones prepared for an arena like this. Did you see all the tributes that couldn't even move on the ice? We're all out of our element, meaning..."

Theo smiles, relieved. "We've got a level playing field."

I nod proudly, throwing an arm over him and pulling him to my chest. He happily cuddles up next to me, sighing pleasantly at the added warmth. "Exactly."

The temperature dropped with the sun, leaving Theo and I wrapped even tighter around each other. The only relief that came with nightfall was the absence of the wind. Theo's quietly eating a strip of beef, head against my shoulder when the Capitol anthem plays throughout the arena. He sits up straight at that, both of us looking to the sky.

The canons went off a couple hours ago, 14 of them, meaning 14 of the tributes have already been murdered. There's only 10 left, including Theo and I. I hate to think it, but I can't help but feel further at ease knowing I've only got 8 tributes to outlive to make sure Theo gets home.

Finally, the Capitol seal comes up in the clouds, displaying the fallen tributes. I can't help but chuckle lowly at that. I never realized how ironic it is that we're called the fallen. As if we were angels, torn from heaven to be murdered.

I don't any faces of the tributes displayed in the sky, nor there names. All the ones that are a threat, mainly the Careers, are still alive. The tiny bit of ease I just managed to muster up disappears. The real threats are still alive, and most likely hunting.

The sky returns to darkness, and Theo falls back into my chest. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep and I'm thankful. He needs rest, we both do, but for now I can keep watch. I don't think I'd be able to sleep anyway. In the frigid night, breath leaving my lips in clouds, I think of Harry sat on out balcony in pajamas, our blanket tucked around his shoulders. The thought warms my body, so I keep it fresh in my mind all night. Not that it's hard. I don't think I'd be able to stop thinking about him if I tried.

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