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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Needy (Loki x Female Reader)

Summary : You and loki reflect upon your relationship, million things to say to each other but you both feel too needy to say them out loud.

Warning: Fear of abandonment, past trauma

Note : I may consider doing a part two, this is self indulgence at best

You never understood why he chose you of all people, there was nothing special about you, you were just a random girl. If you stood amongst the crowd of a hundreds of women you were pretty sure nobody would crown you with miss pretty of all people so it was hard for you to wrap your head around the fact that the god of mischief wanted you, that he was attracted to you and that he saw you more than just one night of affair. But as the time went by and you felt loved by him, as you felt appreciated by him every day you slowly started to believe that maybe the froglet did get to kiss the prince this time around.

Your relationship with him wasn't perfect, he was a man full of mysteries and a severely tormented past. It took you a long time to get through him, once in a while he would distance himself but he returned to you always.

He was loyal and kind, he cared about you more than anything and you felt that in your heart deep down but you weren't perfect either, people had abandoned you before, one day you had them telling you how much they loved you and the next day they just didn't want you in their life anymore so they ditched you, betrayed you, hurt you.

Sometimes you missed the clear signs of the approaching abandonment. The usual fading you out slowly, the I forgot to see your text, the I didn't have time to call, the I was busy all day, the you're too sensitive. You missed them because you were blinded by your love for them but with time and experience you had learned to read those signs.

And that's why on a vacation to Bali with Loki and the group of Avengers, as you sat and watched him converse through several people at once, you felt neglected and ignored. He was handsome as ever ofcourse, you all were at the beach party and he had a white shirt on that you gifted him recently, he kept it unbuttoned, his toned midriff flexed with every puff of his breath. Thor sat next to him and they had a bunch of ladies trying to earn all of their attention. You were at the bar getting a drink and even with music blaring you could hear the sound of his laughter coursing through the open surrounding.

You looked around and saw Bucky and Natasha cozying up, the captain had a lady on his lap, Clint and Sam had something going on between them, and ofcourse Tony was being Tony. He had booked the beach for a private party and with private parties came the models, the models that currently were salivating over your boyfriend.

Your eyes teared up as you sipped on your drink, all of a sudden you felt out of your element, you didn't belong there, you weren't supposed to be there but Loki asked you to join him and after two years of your time with him that's exactly what you needed, a break away from your busy lives and work, his job as an Avenger kept him busy and you had controlled every last bit of your neediness to not make him run away too.

You figured that after a point of time your emotional neediness and wanting constant assurance from people around you was what drove them away from you so you tried to keep it at bay with Loki, you didn't want to go through another heartbreak, you loved him beyond limits and you weren't ready to lose him too but watching him as a model leaned over the bean bag he was sitting on, you couldn't help but feel needy, she was gorgeous, she wanted him you could tell.

Did he want her? You couldn't tell that but as you looked at her a little longer you wondered why wouldn't he want her? and then you wondered that if it wasn't for you would he fuck her? He must, you heard it all from the gossip mill, the way he used to have a flock of women surrounding him all the time before he met you and you couldn't help but worry if he missed that sort of freedom in his life?

Saying that he was gorgeous would be an insulting understatement, he was a god, a royal prince, a noble Avenger that saved lives now, even before he became one, his reputation as war criminal wasn't something that stopped people from lusting after him, women and men all around the world were desperate to spend one night with him and could have gotten to any length to have a little taste of him, you didn't blame them but then it didn't stop you from feeling inferior.

You felt so needy in that moment as your eyes welled up more and more, you knew you'd lose him someday. It wasn't a matter of if but when, he'd get bored or disinterested, you would do something or say something that would annoy him and that would be it. He would not love you anymore.

"Mmmm you're so handsome babyy.. I gotta tell you that have heard a lot about you" the tall brunette leaning over him giggled as she winked and he couldn't help but chuckle. He had gotten used to the attention he received on Midgard, some cared to stay low-key but there were times like this when women just didn't care to even pretend that they didn't desire him or that they weren't thinking about him fucking them senseless.

"Well all the good things hopefully" he sipped on the drink in his hand as he smirked. A few years ago he might have flirted with her back and forth and taken her to his room but he didn't have to do that anymore, he didn't have to kill his lonely nights into the arms of strangers who only cared for him as long as his cock worked in and out of them.

Now he had you, the first time he saw you amidst the thousands of people he had an inclination, you seemed different, not like the women he surrounded himself with. You seemed kind and generous, adorable at times when you opened up to him and showed him several different shades of you, he found you intriguing and he knew to capture the attention of a woman who wanted more than just one night of fling he'd have to change his ways and show you that he wanted the same.

That he wanted someone he could go to bed with but also wake up alongside, that he wanted a woman he could protect, care and love with everything he owned, that he needed someone to calm him down when he felt his world spinning around him and you did that for him. That's when he fell hard and he knew he'd only grow to love you more and more everyday.

But a few thing never changed. The dark voice in his head always told him that he'd never be enough for you, that with his past and everything he had suffered he'd never be normal, that if he were to show you those parts of him you'd turn your back on him and you'd stop loving him. He felt needy and that's why every time those feelings resurfaced he'd distance himself from you so you won't have to bear the burden of his issues, so you'd continue to love the parts of him that were still lovable. He wanted to keep you for as long as he could before one day you would get fed up of him and leave. It was a matter of when and not if. He knew someday you won't love him anymore and he'd lose you.

"Wow, are you listening to me?" the lady over him clicked her fingers and he stopped thinking for a moment.

"I am..as much as I think you're pleasing to look at I am fortunately taken by a very lovely woman"

"You're taken?" She chuckled as if she couldn't believe him, as if the thought of God of mischief belonging to someone was an alien concept. As if him having a woman willing to love him was absurd to think about.

"You heard what he said lady, piss off now would you?" Thor said to her and she huffed as she turned around to leave, Loki chuckled and patted on his brother's shoulder, thanking him silently. His eyes glanced over you and you chugged on your drink then he saw you storming off so he followed you immediately.

"Y/n?" You heard him calling your name so you turned around and smiled, it was as fake as it could be but you didn't want to tell him that you were overthinking and questioning his love for you "What's wrong love?" He asked you as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, you had a summer dress on that he got for you before you two got here and the moment you put it on he has only been thinking about taking it off your body.

"Nothing I just wanted to rest, music was too loud" you said to him and he hummed. He could sense that you were lying to him, he could always tell.

"Is that it?" He asked you and you nodded, you kissed him softly before you pulled away from him "You can go back and enjoy the party i'm fine..I'll be in the room" you said to him as you tried your best to not think in the moment, because you knew your eyes would tear up and give it all away. He'd know that you were emotionally needy and run away like they all did.

"Ummm okay..call me if you ..need me" he mumbled and his voice was shaky, he didn't know what he had done but he knew he had done something, he had done something to drive you away from him, his heart tumbled up and down as the anxiety overwhelmed him, he knew he had fucked up somehow and that you had realised that he was too much for you. Too needy.

You turned around to leave and your eyes filled up with tears because you wanted to hold him and tell him everything that bothered you.

As the distance grew between you two, his eyes teared up and he mumbled a meek little confession of love but you couldn't hear him, he wanted to say it before but he felt too needy, he knew you'd say it back even if you didn't even love him anymore.

He knew you'd say it to appease his neediness.

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader fic #post avengers loki #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x you #loki oneshots

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spaciebabie · 6 months

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not my pets, but still animals!! the frog, froglet, and tadpole pictures were from my mini tour of the bts at the aquarium i work at!!

hope you feel better spacie :D

thank you and WAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THESE GUYS LITTLE TEENIES

#spacie splains #AXOLOTL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS #brain bleach

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burnwater13 · 2 days

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Concept art by Christian Alzmann and Erik Tiemens, of the Seeing Stone on Tython. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 6, The Tragedy.

“No, Grogu, we don’t have enough room for one.”

The Mandalorian looked at his petite apprentice and sighed. They had been arguing for over an hour and nothing was going to change his mind.

Grogu grumbled at him and pouted.

“Buddy, like I told you when you first brought this up, we don’t actually have enough land to build it. That’s just the way it is.”

Grogu continued to pout, turned around, and stomped out of the cabin. It was all the Mandalorian could do to not laugh out loud. He’d learned the hard way that Grogu never forgot a slight.

There was the time that Din Djarin had told the little one that he couldn’t have another fresh frozen froglet because it would upset his stomach. Grogu hadn’t been happy about that, but he grudgingly agreed. Then, as the Mandalorian was clearing the table, he tripped over nothing and the one container that went flying was the one with the frogs. Of course Grogu managed to reach it before Din could and of course Grogu ate the froglets as quickly as he could. The next morning Grogu was groaning because he had a stomach ache and didn’t want to do his lessons.

But this time his apprentice had to understand that, even if they had the land, the time, the equipment, a much, much larger ship, Nevarro still didn’t have anything like the history with the Force that Tython had. The Seeing Stone and it’s megaliths would never work here the way they worked there. Din Djarin was certain of it.

Grogu, for his part, was just as adamant that he could make it work.

It was true that Grogu had done some amazing things with the Force. Things that Din Djarin couldn’t explain. But, despite that, he still didn’t think that Grogu was being reasonable when he asked if they could rebuild the Tython temple in their yard on Nevarro. It just seemed like a bad idea to him. Grogu did not agree.

It all started innocently enough. Grogu commented that he’d like to take a trip to Tython. The Mandalorian asked him why and Grogu said he really hadn’t seen very much of the planet and there was supposed to be an abandoned Jedi temple there and maybe if he found it he could tell Luke about it and Luke could use that one for his school rather than the one on Ossus.

“I thought you liked Ossus?”

Din had heard enough about the planet to feel like he had traveled all around it, rather that just spending part of a day there and then being turned away by Ahsoka Tano without ever getting to speak with Grogu.

Grogu had grunted and sighed.

“Does he know you call it ‘Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp’?”

Grogu had giggled. The Mandalorian loved that sound. It meant everything to him. The joy and happiness of childhood encapsulated in a single sound.

“Okay. I understand. Anyway, why would the Jedi have more than one temple on the same planet? That seems strange, doesn’t it?”

It had been a simple observation. A simple question. Mandalorians tended to build something once and that was that. Except when it came to capitals. They had duplicated many of the features of Keldabe when they moved the capital to Sundari. He had been happy about that after their trip to Keldabe.

Grogu however was silent. He didn’t answer the question and he didn’t ask for food or anything else. He closed his eyes and his lips began to move in an out. The Mandalorian had never seen him do that before.

When Grogu finally opened his eyes and stopped the whole lip thing, he chirped, cooed and chattered at his dad, at a rapid pace that Din Djarin could barely keep up with.

“Buddy, what do you mean you want to move the temple here? Where here? And which temple? No, not which temple, why? Why do this at all?”

Then Grogu gave the Mandalorian all of his reasons at once. He’d be able to keep track of Luke and Ahsoka and any other Jedi who remained in the galaxy. And he would be able to communicate with them. Then they could build the school on Nevarro as well and Grogu could keep an eye on the younglings. That meant also meant that it would be the first Jedi temple built someplace the Sith had never built a temple. So it couldn’t be corrupted. Easy peasy.

“Grogu, Luke already has his school built. I don’t know if he has any students, but he has the buildings. He must have picked Ossus for a good reason. Ahsoka Tano must have told Luke about the seeing stone and other temple on Tython, but he still chose Ossus.”

Grogu grumbled that Luke chose Ossus because he thought he might find holocrons there, but they were already gone.

“Does Luke know they’re gone?”

If there was ever a question Din Djarin shouldn’t have asked, that apparently was the one. Grogu had explained to his master that they were gone, but when he was on Tython he felt two of them calling out to him. Luke did not believe him. Grogu even told Luke the names of the two masters, but still Luke didn’t believe him. Grogu reminded Luke that he was older than the young man and had studied more Jedi history than Luke could have in his few years of training. Apparently Luke got very upset with that and told Grogu that Master Yoda had guided Luke to Ossus. Then he had sent Grogu to meditate until he learned how to be respectful to his Master. Grogu had missed lunch, dinner, and breakfast the next morning. That had not been the Way!

“Okay, buddy. I get it. If we go there, we could look for the holocrons, but we are not going to transport a Jedi temple back here just so you can prove to Luke that you are stronger in the Force than he is. I know you mean well, but some people just have to learn certain lessons in their own way and in their own time.”

Grogu started a whole new rant about protecting the temple, preventing Moff Gideon or one of his clones from going back there, giving Grogu a place to train, and saving them time from having to travel back and forth to Tython so he could use the Seeing Stone to contact Luke or Ahsoka if he needed to without going to Ossus.

That brought them right back to not having enough room on their plot on Nevarro. Grogu couldn’t argue with that…

Din Djarin heard a strange sound and the whole cabin began to shudder. He ran out of the cabin to find Grogu holding both of his hands up. The Mandalorian swirled around and tried not to laugh. IT would just encourage him.

“Grogu! Put the N-1 back on the landing pad. This is not the way to make more room for your temple. I’ll talk to Karga and see if he can find a space for it. Okay? Now, put it down… gently, gently.”

Uff. Now, where was he going to find a transport for megaliths?

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu

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werewolf-transgenderism · 1 year

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My youngest just caught this beauty and I wanted to show it to you!

oh it's so baby that is a certified froglet what a lovely little guy 💖

#I HAVE to go to the nybg to see if they've got the tadpoles and froglets going in the native plants garden

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daiohficblog · 3 months

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MSB ficlet No. 5

Arnold: Say… how did you get Bella? You caught from the wild?

Wanda: Well… I actually found her in a fish store when William wasn’t even born yet. She was still a tadpole at the time, but the owner thought she was a fish.

Arnold: But tadpoles aren’t fish.

Wanda: Exactly, so I just bought her from the store. Of course she did get legs and lost her tail, and became the frog I know and love today!

Arnold: But how did you name her?

Wanda: When she became a froglet, she croaked out “Bella”, and the rest was history.

Arnold: I see… so should we let her-

Bella: Bella! (Hops on Arnold’s head)

Arnold: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wanda: Oh, I forgot to tell you Bella takes after me.

#magic school bus #ficlet #the Bella origin story everyone asked for

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t-inbound · 1 year

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Froglet

Hey People, firstly sorry for the delay. As you might have heard, my country (Turkey) ain't doing so hot at the moment. Between the storms and more importantly the earthquake it has been a little hard here. luckily we weren't hit by the earthquake where I live, but we got our fair share of unpleasantness from the storm. Anyway other than that there is not much I want to say, I hope you all enjoy this one. More regular uploads will continue when I can manage. Trying work without a stable internet and cold fingers is kind of hard sadly and there is only so much a candle can heat up.

She drummed her fingers against the arm of her throne. Each tap trying to rise above the cacophony that has overtaken her temple. Each tap trying and failing to silence the clattering steel and shouts of warriors getting ready for what was to come. Tap, tap, tap, tap her four fingers went with her thumb pushing against the side of the throne, digging into the wood. She was calm, really she was. She was so calm indeed that she was barely even thinking of what was to come, it was simply off from her mind as she calmly waited… and waited… waited. Her eyes were closed, all four shut against the world and the temple she called her own. To the cut stone beneath her throne to the rustic walls that kept her cult sheltered. To the ones she used to call her patrons, now divisions and warriors that were meant to march. Really calm, really, truly calm… No, she wasn’t. She was not calm, not in the slightest. She couldn’t do this to herself. She was many things, a Goddess, a Bishop of the old faith, a sister and not a liar. Besides, she was not really someone to believe in her own lies. Though was she? Was she really not a liar? Even in that sentence there were lies if not some half truths at least. It was true she was a Goddess, Lady of Famine, the one over the domain of sate and hunger in their dance that only ended with the release of death. Then again, if she were the Lady famine then why were her patrons armed in weapons instead of scythes and buckets? Why were they getting ready for what was to come, instead of fasting in their homes? She knew the answer, but really it was better that she kept the answer away from herself. It was also true that she was a bishop of the old faith, she was the new right hand of Shamura, the first one to establish the faith. Then again, was she really? She did not really feel like she was a bishop as much as a commander for her armies now or some odd figurehead at times. She was not really preaching the perseverance that came with the abstinence of what was most vital to life and the release and euphoria that came with the feast. The dance of gorge and the fast. No, these days she was preaching the righteousness of what was to come. Of how one can only find themselves true in war and not by the release of a hot meal after a long day of work toiling in one's lot. It was true, she was a sister. Sister to Leshy, the fifth in the roster of the old faith. God of Chaos that stood over the realms of green and brown. The one that has been with them the least. The hardest to contain amongst the old faith. The one that had brought nothing but a headache to her since his lowly beginnings as a mewling worm. From the days he saw fit to set ablaze her temple in his many ‘pranks’ to his inability to listen to her heeds and warnings. Choosing to ignore where she tried to reason, to use his domain against the criticism he needed to improve. A child she could never see sitting on a throne. Sister to Kalamar, The fourth to come to their coven of Gods. God of Pestilence that stood over the blue and yellow. The one that had done nothing but cower behind her, never setting right where he erred. The one that threw the blame when her honest words came too much. The leach that took all love and gave but disloyalty, a snake she had to trust in what was to come. A coward she never wanted to see ruling. Sister to Shamura, her oldest sibling who was the leader of their quartet. The one that has given her the weapons and arms to wage the war they assured her was necessary. The sibling that has taken the honest work of her patrons in her tavern and has transformed them all to warrior kin only they could assemble. The one that has only taken when her dance was of gift and forfeit. A dance she came to break with their steel and bronze where once there was only wood and clay. A mad tyrant with a vision that may as well have been for their ruin rather than salvation. She was lastly, the sister to Narinder. The second to come in the pantheon of the old faith. The one she was to meet soon, in what was to come. The pompous prick that dared to defile the word of the old faith, dare go against Shamura’s wishes, dared to take his lot away… dared to leave her alone, dare to leave her in charge where he was meant to stay and lead with Shamura, dare to push this responsibility to her. The one that caused all of this… did he though? The traitorous thought snaked its way into her mind. Did he truly cause this all? No, well yes but… half truth she supposed, it could only be called that. He was the one that left, the one that took his followers with him away from them. Into lands they were to march in what's to come. He was the one that made his temple there, on the misty mountains where white met against white with the snow and clouds. A temple he built of marble and stone of the unforgiving silver mountains where his realm was closest to. But, she knew he didn’t want to. She knew he didn’t mean to defile a faith he helped to create in its infancy, if it hadn’t forgotten his name. He was the one that went against the creator of the old faith, their eldest sibling, Master of War, Shamura. To fight against their gospel when it stopped suiting him instead of accepting them as law as must all in the lands of the old faith, be they mortal or God. But she knew. She knew he wouldn’t have went against Shamura’s wishes if they weren’t so unreasonable as to demand him to reduce his own cult to nothing. To waste his days away from them in solitude. Though she supposed, that part did come to be eventually. He was the one that took what was left of his lot away. The pitiful bunch that stuck with him even after what had happened… She knew they had no other choice as much as he. He was the one to leave her alone. To fend for herself in this complicated dance of politics she was thrusted into from her humble patrons and tavern, to the halls of the spider. To the insolent and egotistical court of lies. To make her a moth to the webs of affairs and intrigue, she had to learn from. She knew a lot, but she still didn’t know how he could have done such a thing when he was the one that embraced her for the first time when she was but a tadpole, swimming in the unknown depths of her soon to be realm. Again came the taps; tap, tap, tap, tap as she remembered the faithful day. She was alone on those days. So long ago she could barely remember the way stars have shone when she came crashing down from the heavens above. Alone and with no purpose, wading through the swamps of her now land. She was fierce, she was strong, she was the second inevitability of the world. Hunger. She hunted as she jumped from pond to pond, letting her hunger guide her in the murky waters. Alas, she was not the strongest nor the fiercest for she met one mightier. A dark God she could best in but a moment now, but back then a foe she withered against. However, even with the odds against her, she did not meet death that day. At least not in the way she thought she would while struggling in the dark God’s grasp. A slice and a broken body in the pond where she thought she would see the last of the stars. Finding herself in the arms of the cat clad in black black with three kind eyes and a mouth full of gentle but sharp teeth. She met him then, God of Death, her second eldest. The one they would slaughter soon. Her eyes opened, slowly as she drummed her fingers faster and faster. Tap, tap, tap, tap they went as she accepted the truth, she was a liar. A true liar. Truth was, she was none of those things. She failed in all of those or at least she was about to. With the blood of her brother spilled over the marble of his temple, her fate would forever be sealed as a liar. In those misty towering behemoths of white would he be waiting, for what was to come. So what was to come, came. Here she was, waiting for her fate just as much as the cat clad in white with three eyes and a not so kind sharp teeth had. Tap, tap, tap, tap came the noise out her axe as her claws met the handle. She waited, she waited for something she knew was not going to happen. She waited for him to give up, to let them take him back, to let them exact punishment against him and his ilk. A miracle. But she knew, he would never give up. He would fight, now and always as he had all those faithful years ago against the Dark God. With vain hope she looked around, to see her own ilk. All discarded like toy soldiers, strewn about like mere dolls. Their sorrowful faces drowned amidst the warriors of Shamura with their proud eyes. Another thing she was to blame him for, but she knew she couldn’t. From seeing her ilk to seeing her kin. She saw Kalmar first, terrified as ever. He wore a face of nervousness, his ears hung low as his eyes peered around as if he looked all as an enemy to fear. His followers did not share their master’s fear however, all brave faces. Not proud, but brave. All holding their heads high even if their very Lord couldn’t. She held off her sneer as she looked to see Leshy. Bored eyes met hers, he looked all around lazily like it was just a game. Just some sightseeing tour he was barely paying attention to as he twirled his hammer. Unmoved by the soulless eyes that gazed back at him from the ground. His own followers now gone and dust, looking at them with emotions even she didn’t know. She held her tongue as she gazed once more which landed on them, the one that brought them here, Master of War that looked sorrowful where they were to be in delight. The crest of their brow low, hiding all that was going on behind that old decrepit mind of theirs. Looking straight at the one they came to slaughter with eyes that spoke of only regret. She felt the blood in her veins boil as her fingers went TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP. She held her venom as she looked to see him. He held himself high, ears following afoot. His brow high and eyes that shone with purpose and commitment. There wasn’t much left of his followers, but they held the same look as their master even in the end, and most likely beyond. Waiting for him to join them in his rightful domain. ‘So he is the whom I am to slaughter, one that stayed one with his ilk when the rest of his kin had not’ she thought. One that looked not apart from the bodies that once fought against the invader in his name. Shame, she thought. Shame to the ones on the ground, the ones who are about to meet it and to the rest who are still above it. So it began, after a couple of pretty words uttered by their sibling. First tap, she swung first and true. If she was to be damned, it was to be done with grace to match the one that dodged her attack. He fought with elegance she had only seen from their eldest, one that had not fought for long years even before this. He would vault over the haphazard attacks of Leshy that at times felt like they were meant for her. Just as he would vault he would dodge the opportunistic attacks of Kalamar in the same breath. He would complete the dance with a counter to her own attack that would have hit if he had waited but a moment more. Second tap, she changed tactics. Now she would try to push him instead of hitting him, trying to force him into the attacks of Leshy who lacked the cohesion to understand her idea or just didn’t care. Just as she would push him off Kalamar would be there to give him back the space she so hardly fought to take. Running and dodging where he was meant to stay and deliver. After the third tap of the scythe against the axe she realized she was not just outmatched but she was also very much alone. It didn’t matter what she did, what tactic she implored. All it did was to give her a fool's hope that would be dashed into pieces when put into practice. Her tactics were like the speeches she delivered in court, ignored without the input of their sibling who still hadn’t joined them. Before the fourth tap she saw her brother, this time fully. His brother stood above the three, like the dark God that was to take her to his realm from all those years ago. For one terrible moment she realized, she was going to die. Maybe not a liar like she thought but dead nonetheless for his brother was death, the killer of Gods fore and now. At the fifth tap that she sounded with the drop of her knee she could see. She saw the still figure of Shamura who watched the slaughter. She saw the sibling that brought them here, to the place where his kind brother became the nightmare from her long lost nightmares. The one that watched with pity as they were cut down. The one that still looked from above as their brother breathed death against them. She saw her enemy. She saw the real traitor. There was no sixth tap, it was more of a clang that reverbated across the halls of the temple. The clang that came to be by her axe which saw the claw of Shamura. At that moment as all of her family looked at her, she knew she was dead. For a moment silence and in the next ‘’Traitors’’ came the hiss of Shamura, then came her claw that with grace that could only be matched by their second eldest. Proven with his scythe came between her and the cold claw of their eldest. She didn’t know what compelled her to block the hit that came from Kalamar that was meant for Narinder. She didn’t know and would most likely never know, but at the moment she couldn’t think much about that. So they continued, a froglet and a kitten against three dark Gods. Scythe and axe matching claw, sword and hammer. It was a dance now, one that somehow felt comforting as she sliced the ears of their cowardly brother. It felt like the ones they shared when it was just the two of them when the traitor had gone to tend to their court. When the cold of the night and the mist of the temple reminded her of the day she met the monster that almost made her its prey. So when he took the eyes of Leshy she couldn’t help but tap, tap, tap, tap. Then came tap, tap, tap, tap from his scythe to the ground as they were pushed back by the enraged Master of War, who now only saw red as their two siblings met the stone of the temple. Slice to cut, out came the ichor that danced in the air. For a moment she had a lip barring no scar that sang away those awful nights with his brother’s kind eyes watching. Now scarred they were, with a split that came from the claws of the traitor. The kind eyes looked at her once more as she lost her footing. Shining with determination she wished she could match before the three were now two as the traitor took more off of them. She found herself on the ground as his brother found himself pushed to the ground as the traitor took him apart, slice after slice as they cursed him. His weapon broken and away where he could not reach. For as many things she knew she didn’t know many yet. But she knew one thing, the traitor had to meet their end. She didn’t know how she matched the grace of the spider for that moment, but for a moment she truly felt like she danced maybe for the first time with Shamura before she met the cold claws once more. This time she would gain not a scar but lose a tooth and maybe two. But there came no more slice nor cut for the Traitor met his end with the sharper claws of their brother. With the same claws that gently took her up from the pond to a home, he took apart the brow that hid many and the mind that was behind this terribleness. Tap, tap, tap, tap. She heard, against her palm as she lay. She held his gaze as her four met the last two eyes of a cat clad in white and much red, with a mouth full of kind razor sharp teeth that gave her a smile. She closed her eyes as she heard ‘’Tap, tap, tap, tap froglet of mine’’ His hand found her lip as she felt his soothing cold claws, healing the damage of the traitor. ‘’Tap, tap, tap, tap cry not for I am here. Forever and more, with you.’’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44580424/chapters/112140313

#Cotl #Cult of the lamb #Heket #Leshy #kallamar #Shamura #Narinder #The One Who Waits #ao3 link #writing

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