RoTT au where a lot of things are different but specifically Aja tells Steve about the whole seventh kiss makes baby thing, and the movie progresses with him panicking and having mood swings, but he never actually shows because it’s been, at most, a few days. And at the end everyone is fine and there’s no time travel and the Akriddions are down there with the group and someone mentions Steve’s pregnancy and either Zadra or Vex go??? What??? And Aja reexplains the whole thing, and their struggling not to laugh because-
“Aja, your parents told you that because they hadn’t wanted to give you ‘the talk’ yet”
aja_tarron: Steve help me
KingPalchuk: WHATS GOING ON
aja_tarron: I can't sleep
KingPalchuk: why?
aja_tarron: I am having night dreams again :(
KingPalchuk: oh
KingPalchuk: you wanna call? 😙
aja_tarron: Yes please
aja_tarron: That will make me feel better :)
Tags: First Meetings, Winter, Skiing, Adventure, Third-Person
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At the base of the mountain, once everyone had their skiing equipment, they huddled together with a map to decide which course to try first.
“Ooo, we should do this one.” Aja said, pointing at a course that started at the top of the mountain, marked by two black diamonds. Steve quickly wrestled the map away from her, pitching her a loving but ‘are you nuts’ expression.
“You can’t start on a double black diamond piste.”
“Why not?” She scowled at him, then smiled after a second thought. “Aw. Are you worried about me?”
“A-doy. Double-blacks are expert level. Aja, people die on double-blacks. How about we start on a green course?”
“Imminent death?” Varvatos chortled with glee. “Glorious! Only the most dangerous courses are worthy of Varvatos’s footfall. If today is to be our day, may we crash and burn in snow-blazon glory!”
Passers-by picked up their speed, hoping to get away from the seemingly senile old geezer.
“No, no,” said Steve, his voice noticeably higher at the thought of what horrors could face him should he go along with Aja and Varvatos’s plan. “I think I’m gonna stick to the green course.”
“Fair enough, my Palchuk. Safe travels, and may we meet again in one piece.”
Everyone noticed, but no one commented on Steve’s sigh of relief.
Noticing his lack of input, Aja cocked a curious eyebrow at Krel.
“What about you, little brother? Are you coming?”
Krel was rather aware of his mortality after the attack on his parents. Without Mother functioning at full capacity, it would be hard for her to repair the damages to anyone other than the king and queen. And given that Krel was stuck in his squishy human body whilst on the slopes, he didn’t think risking his fragile neck for a thrill ride was a smart choice.
That being said, he refused to be as cowardly as the lumbering oaf.
“I will do that one,” he said, pointing to a blue course that mostly swerved through the woodlands. Aja shrugged, already plucking her ski poles from the snow.
“Suit yourself.” She pointed to where they were standing. “Meet here in an hour. And be careful on the slopes.”
“I should say the same to you.” Krel huffed, but smiled when he saw Aja’s face light up at the thought of the day ahead.
*
They each went their separate ways, using different ski-lifts to ascend the mountains.
Krel wondered, now that he was alone, whether it was too late to sneak back to his room for a while. But by the time he thought it, the ski-lift had pulled him off the ground. The drop was too steep for his feeble, human legs to manage.
“What did I agree to?” He lamented, feeling the cold breeze on the one part of his face not covered by thermals. Humans were an evolutionary nightmare, he decided. They should have whittled out their thermoreceptors long ago.
But as he ascended the mountain, he could at least appreciate the great view. The mountain-range stretched on for miles, and the sky was so blue it left him with a reminiscent feeling of Akiridion-5. He had to wonder how the resistance was doing, feeling guilty for taking a break while they were still fighting.
There was a muddled congregation of people as Krel left the ski-lift. A sort of ‘I need to go that way but you’re coming this way’ as skiers shuffled towards their preferred pistes. Thankfully, the courses were sign-posted so once Krel knew where he was headed, he did his best to push through the crowds.
Once he was through, he stood to one side to watch the other skiers moving on the slopes. It seemed… easy. Surprisingly easy. Physics seemed to do most of the work.
He watched until he understood the general footwork, then got himself into position.
Admittedly, he wobbled as he set off. Until he learned where to put his weight, it was a lot of heaving and pushing. But soon he was off down the mountainside.
The firs lining the course were tall. With overgrown branches, they gave the course a sense of seclusion. Krel enjoyed the privacy. He picked up speed, using his precise knowledge of aerodynamics and kinetic energy to gleefully bypass the other skiers.
By the time he reached the bottom of the course, daresay it, he was actually enjoying himself. Skiing came with a thrill. It had a sense of victory. One that was much greater, given that he had not fallen over during the many twists and turns of his descent.
Figuring he still had some time before the meet-up, Krel decided to try another course. He headed back up the mountain, but chose a single black diamond piste instead of blue. Aja might have been on to something with choosing a tougher track, but he still wasn’t willing to risk 100% of his neck.
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'Krel wanted to stay home, but his ski trip turns out to be far more interesting than he'd ever thought it could be.'
Rating: G
Word Count: 900
Warning: none
Tags: General Fic, Plot Focused, First Meetings, Friendship, gotta squint to see any romance, Third Person, Winter, Skiing, Canon Typical Violence.
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“Ay-yi-yi,” grumbled Krel.
The grandeur of the ski resort’s lobby was lost on him when he categorically did not want to be there. “It is bad enough you drag me away from Mother. I should not have to see … that.”
He pointed at Aja and Steve accusingly. They were currently wrapped in each other’s arms over by the check-in counter, ignoring everything around them in favour of mashing their faces together. Varvatos shook his head, his booming voice at odds with his stout, geezer body.
“Varvatos promised the king and queen he would protect you both. He cannot do that if you are apart.”
Krel scoffed.
“You could have said no to this trip.”
“The queen-in-waiting assured me her ski-resort tickets were none-refundable.”
Krel waited for the rest of it. He couldn’t believe that was the reason they were here. But nothing came. He watched Varvatos turn to the check-in counter, slamming his wrinkled hand on the desk to demand the clerk do his job quicker. Then Krel’s gaze fell back to the lovebirds.
It wasn’t long before he was sure he would puke.
“Great Gaylen, this is ridiculous.”
Refusing to watch any more of the mushy spectacle, Krel turned to walk away, but fell into someone immediately. He stumbled, but she stumbled harder. She looked ready to fall over, but managed to catch her footing and only lost her chunky headphones instead. They clattered to the parquet flooring with a heavy thwu-tu-tunk.
“Sorry,” said Krel hurriedly, though he held Aja and the blonde oaf responsible. He picked up her headphones, held them out as if to hand them back, but paused when he heard the song playing out of them. “Hey! I know that music. You like Tiësto?”
He was surprised to find someone on his musical wave-length. But instead of reciprocating, the girl looked wide-eyed nervous. She nodded, but took the headphones from him then dashed off as quickly as she had come.
Krel watched her go, raising a puzzled eyebrow.
“Smooth move, buttsnack.” Said Steve, his voice dripping with its usual cockiness. Of course. The only reason he would break away from Aja’s face for a few seconds would be to interject his unwanted opinion.
“My movements are always smooth, thank you.”
After checking in, the quartet retired to their room on the tenth and highest floor. It was a room more akin to an apartment. Originally, Steve had booked a double just for him and Aja, but Varvatos had insisted on upgrading to one large room. He insisted everyone be within rescuing distance should the moment arise. It had left the clerks with very little choice but to put them in the penthouse, equipped with three bedrooms, a lounge, kitchenette, and cushy balcony hot tub. Krel’s digitally-adept fingers had made swift work of the resort’s membership cards, loading one with enough points to pay for the entire trip upfront.
“If I must be dragged away from fixing Mother, I should at least be comfortable.” He said, flopping down onto one of the large, sunken couches surrounding their personal fire-pit. Aja was over by the floor-length windows, looking out at the grand, snowy mountain peaks.
“So lively.” She cooed. She could see people on the hills, zipping down them on poles attached to their feet. “I want to try that.”
Steve came up alongside her, slipping his arm around her waist.
“Glorious!” Bellowed Varvatos, his hulking Akiridion body pressing up against the glass next to them. “We shall battle these who-mans on their powdered-water terrain. Varvatos imagines he is even more terrifying speeding towards his enemies on pointed sticks.”
The others laughed, hardly willing to tell him that skiing was not a contact sport.
*
The next morning, two of the Akiridions eagerly transducted into their human guises, while the third had to be bullied into it by his sister.
“I upgraded your serrators so you could go out whenever, and this is the thanks I get?” Complained Krel, shifting into his human form after Aja’s endless pestering. “Go without me! I have no desire to be cold or wet on some hill.”
“Please, little brother.” Aja begged, already wrapping up in thermal gear on the couch. “It will not be the same without you.” She paused to punctuate her point. “You need a break from duty, too.”
Krel knew she was right, in essence. But his idea of a break was something separate from the outdoor escapade she clearly wanted. But when she looked at him like that, he could hear his mama and papa telling him that all they had was each other. And with a sigh, he caved in.
“Fine. It should be no harder than riding your hoverboard.”