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kloxbian · 4 years

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Promises Painted on my Skin

Synopsis:

Lexa felt her heart go out to her. Clarke’s face was a scattering of dark bruises, blood leaking from a split lip. Her cheeks were swollen red and her eyes, the color of a fading sky, darted around nervously, looking anywhere except Lexa’s face.

Tears pooled in Clarke’s eyes, tears that she fought to contain but a single one dripped down her cheek. Lexa brushed it away, careful to not pressure any of her bruises. “Oh, you poor, sweet girl,” she breathed. “You deserve better than this.”

Or the canon-divergent AU where Bellamy's an abusive bastard and Clarke is the innocent victim

WARNING: This fic contains mentions of physical and emotional abuse. If this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read.

Notes: Okay, now, I would have done a better job with this if I didn’t finish five hours before it was posted. I wanted to lengthen it, and may eventually, but I already have many other things to write, so it won’t happen for at least a few more months, if at all.

A bit disappointing that Clexa Week is over. This is my first time joining, and I’ve really enjoyed it. I’ll definitely be back next year. A few of the things I’ve written are fics I never would’ve written otherwise. I’m very happy I finished it all.

Thanks to everyone who read my fics, as well as to @clexaweekofficial for hosting and sharing Clexa Week. You’re amazing.

The two riders swerved between the trees, the sunlight shining brightly through the leaves illuminating the golden hair of their target. She didn’t look up at the sound of the horses, standing in place, her body shaking. One of the men scoffed. “Dison laik gada yu’s krei fir raun hashta (This is the girl you’re so worried about)?”

“Em laik Skaikru. Heda na gaf em (She’s Skaikru. The Commander will want her).”

She didn’t fight back as a rope was tied around her wrist. The rider scoffed, looping the other end around the horn of his saddle. “Kwelen (Weak).”

“Emo Skaikru laik (All Skaikru are).”

They turned to ride back to TonDC, a sky-fallen girl with shining golden hair behind them.

Lexa twirled her knife in her hands, sprawled lazily in her throne. The scouts were supposed to be reporting back any minute now and she frowned at wasting this time waiting instead of being able to go over her duties.

To her right, Anya was leaning against the sturdy canvas of the tent. “If you keep playing with your weapons, Heda, you’re going to cut your fingers off.”

The guards standing at the door of the tent shifted uncomfortably. No one spoke so casually to the commander, and when someone did, it was expected that they’d be cut down. But this was Anya. She did what she wanted.

“If I do then you’ll be the one writing everything down for me.” Anya scoffed, looking at the sprawl of papers across the planning table. Anya was not very adept in her written language, and Lexa knew that well.

A guard ducked into the tent. “Heda, the scouts have arrived. They bring a Skaikru with them.”

That piqued her interest. “Send them in.”

He backed out and moments later two scouts came in, throwing to the ground a young girl. “Heda, we found her wandering the territory alone. She was miles from her camp.”

Lexa let her eyes linger on the girl, examining her. She was frail, skinnier than even a babe, bones jutting out of her bruised, worn skin. Her clothes hung off of her and her shoes were nonexistent, feet bloody and scraped from wandering the forest. Her golden hair, dirty and matted with mud, obscured her face from view. She didn’t move from where she’d been tossed.

Lexa raised an eyebrow at the scouts. “Is she alive?”

“She walked here on her own two feet. Didn’t try and fight or anything.”

Lexa nodded, turning her eyes back to the body at her feet. “What’s your name, Skaigada?”

She shifted then, rolling to sit on her legs. Her head stayed bowed and when she spoke, her voice was quiet and raspy. “Clarke.”

“What were you doing outside of your camp alone?”

She jerked, her body going stiff. “I wasn’t doing anything, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, please don’t hurt me, I-”

Anya stepped forward. “We’ll only hurt you if you don’t answer the question!” She barked. Clarke looked up sharply, hair lying in waves over her cheeks. She shrank back, curling in on herself. “Well?”

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I swear!” Her voice was small and scared, pathetically weak. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me, I didn’t mean to-”

“Heda, this girl is mad,” Anya hissed, leaning in close to Lexa. “She will not tell us anything. Let me kill her and be done with it.”

“No.” Lexa didn’t believe that. Anya called this girl - Clarke - mad, and perhaps she was, but Lexa refused to believe it. She’d heard of such cases as these, dealt with the aftermath of them, but she’d never seen anything quite like this. Clarke had no defense for herself, begged, pleaded to not be hurt, that she had been doing what she was supposed to, that he had been obedient. She acted like a dog, one that knew nothing other than obedience to its owner.

“Onya, Gona, gyon ou.” The guards bowed and followed her command, exiting the tent without a word. Anya sent her a questioning look, one that Lexa returned with a fierce glare. Obey. Anya bowed her head and left.

Lexa stood from her throne, stepping off the small dais. Clarke ducked her head, repeating the mantra over and over again.

“Quiet.” Her voice was loud and commanding, stopping the young girl in her tracks. She bowed even lower, her face almost against the floor. She immediately felt guilty. Lexa crouched down in front of her. “Are you alright?” Clarke nodded, staying hunched down low. “Can you look at me?”

She did as was asked and Lexa felt her heart go out to her. Clarke’s face was a scattering of dark bruises, blood leaking from a split lip. Her cheeks were swollen red and her eyes, the color of a fading sky, darted around nervously, looking anywhere except Lexa’s face.

Lexa slowly undid her pauldron and jacket, realizing how her intimidating attire wasn’t helping the situation and wished she wasn’t decked out in warpaint and armor. “What happened to you, keron? Why are you colored so?”

Clarke began to visibly shake. “I was bad. I deserved any punishment he saw fit.”

“What did you do?”

Clarke once again lowered her head. “I ate too much food. He said that it could have fed someone more in need of it instead of a- instead of me.”

“Why did you take more food?”

Clarke’s shaking got more violent and she bit her lip. “I was hungry. He only gave me a piece of what everyone else was having and when Octavia and Raven offered me more I thought- I thought it would be okay.”

Lexa’s heart broke. She reached forward, hesitating before gently resting her hand on Clarke’s cheek, coaxing her head back up. Her entire body trembled, torn between accepting the touch or rejecting it. Clarke stood still, though, taking whatever was given.

Clarke looked nervously at her face, opening her mouth as if to speak but thinking better of it. Lexa dropped a hand from her face, delicately taking Clarke’s own. “You can speak freely.”

She bit her lip nervously. “What’s going to happen to me? Are you going to send me back?”

“I will if you want to,” Lexa said, not even thinking about what her generals would say about it. “But I’d like for you to stay here. You shouldn’t have to go back to anyone who treats you like this.”

“NO!” Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, fingers hesitantly linking with hers. “No. Please don’t send me back. I don’t want to go back.”

“Then you won’t,” Lexa said, ducking down to look Clarke in the eye. “You’ll be safe here. I promise that whoever did this to you will never touch you again.”

Clarke took a shaky breath in and nodded. “Thank you.”

Lexa smiled, watching Clarke smile back, though it didn’t reach her eyes. It was nothing more than polite. Lexa vowed to kill whoever would dare do such a thing to this sweet girl.

“I thought…I thought I was supposed to meet the commander,” Clarke croaked. “That’s what those men said.”

“The scouts, yes.” Lexa stood, offering a hand down to Clarke. She took it, still quivering slightly. “And you have.”

“I have…” Clarke looked at the throne behind Lexa and her eyes widened. She stumbled back, falling back down to her knees. “I’m sorry, commander, I-”

“No no no, be quiet, sweet girl,” Lexa rushed over to her. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, and I’ll make sure no one else does either.”

Clarke’s eyes held some of the same feral instinct they had earlier. “But- why?”

“Because you don’t deserve what’s been given to you.” Lexa helped her to her feet, tracing the bruises on her face ever so lightly. “No one deserves this. To be owned. I want you to have a chance to be yourself, keron.”

“I-” Clarke began to cry, pulling away to wipe furiously at her tears. “Thank you. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Don’t think like that.” Lexa took her hands once more, rubbing them soothingly. “You don’t have to please anyone here. Yes, there are rules you will have to follow, people you will have to obey, but you will not be punished for being hungry nor anything so meager.”

Clarke nodded, her stomach growling at the mere mention of food. Lexa gently released her hands. “Come, sweet girl. I will get you food enough that you won’t want to eat for days.”

Lexa knocked lightly on the poles that held up the tent she’d set Clarke up in. She heard a quiet acknowledgment from inside and ducked beneath the tarp.

Clarke was sitting on a small wooden table that had been set up in the corner, staring at the fur-covered cot. There were heavy bags under her eyes that had only gotten worse since yesterday.

“Good morning, Clarke,” Lexa greeted, standing a few feet away. “Did you sleep well?”

“Fine.” Clarke’s voice was dry and cracked. Lexa frowned, stepping closer. Clarke held up a shaky hand. “I’m fine. Really. I’m just… not used to it.”

Lexa cocked her head. “Not used to what?”

“This.” Clarke waved her hand at the bed. “Having comfort, and having it all to myself. At the dropship, and even before that, I never had anything this good. Not anything that was mine.”

“If you would rather a different arrangement I would be happy to find something more suitable for you.”

“No, this is fine. It’s just different. I’ll get used to it.” Clarke looked over at Lexa for the first time since she’d stepped into the tent. “Thank you, commander. This is the most anyone’s ever done for me.”

“Of course, sweet girl.” Clarke blushed slightly at the name, eyes flickering from Lexa’s face to the ground. “And please, call me Lexa. Just when we’re alone.”

Clarke’s blush deepened and she nodded. Lexa smiled. “Come sit on the bed with me. It’s time we talked about what you will be doing.”

Lexa gave her a quick overview of the Trikru and TonDC, laying out the do’s and don’t, what was considered offensive and appropriate. The rules were laid out, also quite simple, and Clarke sat in silence, listening intently. She was determined to fit into this new environment, where she was being given a chance to start over without a neglecting parent and overbearing ‘friend,’ though being with Lexa she was beginning to realize that he was not someone she should consider under that term.

“The question I pose to you is what do you want to do?” Lexa asked. “If you want to become one of us, you will need to earn your keep. There are many ways to.”

Clarke shrugged. “I was the healer back at the dropship, and my - my mother is a doctor.”

“You are a fisa.” Lexa nodded. “We could get you set up with Nyko if you wish to continue pursuing that here.”

Clarke bit her lip, chewing on it thoughtfully. “I want to, but would that be all I would do? I don’t want to be cooped up in a hospital all day, even if it is to help people.”

Lexa rolled the word hospital over in her head a few times before she realized it meant their infirmary. “I suppose we could try and find someone willing to train you half-time. Though I warn you, it may eventually reach a point where you will be forced to choose between one or the other.”

Clarke exhaled slowly. “What are the options?”

“There are many. The most abundant are the gona, our warriors, defenders, guardsmen. I hope we will not have so many in the future now that all the clans are at peace but there are still many threats.”

“Like my people?”

“Sha, like the Skaikru. And the Maunon.” Lexa folded her hands together on her lap. “A few of the other jobs you could take around TonDC include a merchant, cook, seamstress, stonemason, and a wide array of different crafts. We’d have to teach you our language before you could find a mentor, as only the gona can speak gonasleng, but whatever you like we could find a job for.”

Clarke tapped her fingers nervously on her thigh. “Your warriors, what exactly do they do?”

Lexa cocked her head, pleasantly surprised to find the girl looking into a gona. “They do many things, some depending on how good of a fighter they are. We have guardsmen who take shifts standing at the gates, regulating trade and keeping watch for any potential threats. There are the personal guards like mine, who are assigned to a figure of power and it is their duty to keep that person defended. Some that are more adept with long-range weapons will help to hunt. If you were to take on the role of a gona, if there ever was a large conflict you would be called upon to fight.”

Clarke’s face was scrunched up in thought. “This… might be a bit much to ask, but could I be taught to fight without officially becoming a warrior?”

“That is not at all much to ask. There are many gona who only fight when called upon, and have duties as craftsmen or merchants when not required. It would be a good match if you don’t want to commit to a full-time job as a healer, and would do well to fill up your time.”

Clarke nodded. “Then that’s what I want to do.”

Lexa smiled. She was proud of Clarke despite only knowing her for, well, less than a day. She still had a strong spirit within her, one that, with the proper care, could rise to the surface and ignite. Lexa felt that learning how to stand up for herself physically was the perfect start for her. “Good. I have someone in mind who I think you would like.” Clarke smiled shyly at her and Lexa couldn’t help but grin back. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have another question to ask you.”

“What is it?”

Lexa squeezed her hands almost painfully tight. “I am only here in TonDC to deal with the Skaikru. Once a decision has been made about how to deal with them, I will be returning to the capital to rule. You don’t have to decide now, but I would ask if you’d like to accompany me to Polis and make a home there. It’s much larger, and has many more opportunities.”

“Where is it?”

Lexa dared to hope. “It’s about a four-day ride to the east. We would be going further from the ‘dropship,’ I believe you call it. If Skaikru were to cause trouble, you would be less likely to have to deal with it in Polis than here.”

Clarke nodded. “Then yes. I want to go.”

Lexa frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want more time to consider? You can decide closer to my departure.”

“I’m sure. I want to be as far away as possible.”

“Okay.” Lexa smiled shyly. “We’ll depart once Indra and I have agreed on how to handle the skai people. For now,” she stood from the bed, offering a hand down to Clarke. “Would you like to break your fast with me?”

Clarke nodded, hesitantly taking Lexa’s hand. She squeezed it tight as she led her out of the tent, releasing once back out in public.

Clarke scampered after her nervously, looking around warily. “There are so many people.”

“There are many people in the tribes, and Trikru is the most populous.” She took in Clarke’s anxious expression. “I promise that everyone here is loyal to me. You will not be harmed.” Clarke nodded.

Lexa took them into the pavilion, ignoring the elevated table meant for her and the other generals, sitting herself and Clarke down in a secluded corner after snagging two plates of food. “If you wish, I can have you start on your training after we eat.”

Clarke perked up at that. “Which one?”

“Whichever you like. It is early, so the infirmary would be slow and Nyko would have time to teach you our ways of healing. If you’d rather start the physical training, I can have your planned mentor brought in.”

“Planned mentor?”

“Yes. There is a certain person I have in mind who is adept at combat but is one of the kindest, most gentle souls I know. He looks a bit intimidating, but I think you will like him.” Lexa’s mind wandered. She hadn’t seen Indra’s son (she was still unsure of whether it was biological or adoptive) since her last checkup almost a year ago. It would be nice to catch up.

Clarke shifted, looking uncomfortable with answering. “Can I do the physical training first?”

“If that is what you want.” Lexa hated how uncomfortable Clarke seemed with making the decision herself. She wondered how long it had been since she’d been able to do so.

She would fix this broken girl. Even at the sacrifice of her heart.

Lexa was in the middle of explaining all the different weapons to Clarke when she felt her draw in closer, her breath accelerating.

She turned to see Lincoln entering the arena, still in his scout outfit. He dipped his head politely to her. “Heda.”

“Hello, Lincoln. Lovely to see you again.”

He smiled. “The pleasure’s all mine, sister.”

She felt Clarke press herself as close to Lexa’s side as she could without actually touching her, talking so quietly Lexa had to strain to hear. “He’s your brother?”

She smiled at that. “Brother in all but blood. Lincoln and I grew up together.” She looked back at her friend. “Lincoln, this is Clarke. She comes from the Skaikru, but I have agreed to accept her under my command.”

Lincoln frowned, switching to Trig. “Choumoda, Heda? Yeson yu don gaf emo in ste daun (Why, Commander? Yesterday you wanted them dead).”

She clucked her tongue, considering telling Lincoln of Clarke’s situation. She knew he could be trusted with it, but would Clarke want him to have it? Likely not. “Em laik noseim. En’s nou get yu daun (She is different. It’s not your concern).”

She changed back to English for Clarke’s sake. “Lincoln, I’d like to ask if you could help train Clarke in the ways of our warriors. She is inexperienced from her time with the Skaikru and wishes to learn.”

“I’d be happy to teach her.” He looked at Clarke, smiling politely. “Hello, Clarke.”

Clarke eyed him warily, muttering a quiet ‘hello.’

Lexa turned to her. “Clarke, this is Lincoln. He may be large, but he is very gentle and wouldn’t ever hurt you. If it’s okay with you, I’d like for him to be the one to train you. He is one of the few I trust.”

Clarke stared at him for a minute, wide-eyed and afraid, before mumbling a quiet “okay.”

Lexa smiled. “Wonderful. If you would like to begin now, I can stay for a bit longer to watch.”

Clarke nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Alright then. I’ll stay a bit longer.” She turned to her friend. “Lincoln?”

“I will train her whenever you require of me.” He dipped his head respectfully to her.

“I know you will.” Lexa gave Clarke one last smile before departing from the arena, leaning against the side railings to observe.

It was a process, but they’d push through it.

Their swords clashed with a fly of sparks.

Clarke slipped under her opponent’s sword, darting to the left and letting them stumble forward with their momentum. It only took them a second to rebalance, spinning to block Clarke’s swipe from behind.

Clarke danced back, just barely avoiding a leg aiming to knock her down. She dodged every slash and stab, keeping on the defense, never making a move. She knew that her opponent was getting frustrated.

She rolled beneath a swing at her shoulder, contorting herself to kick them in the back of the knee. It gave out and sent them to the ground.

Clarke was on her feet in an instant, driving her sword down. They twisted out of the way, lunging up and grabbing Clarke by the wrist. They began to twist and Clarke cursed aloud as she dropped her sword, lashing out with her foot and hitting them in the stomach. They lurched forward slightly before they were rising back to their feet, and Clarke looked at her sword wistfully, knowing she had no time to retrieve it. She’d have to do without.

Her opponent’s blade was coming back toward her. She smacked it away by the flat, moving closer and throwing a fist. They caught it in their free hand, a foot wrapping around her ankles and sending her flat on her back. The cold metal fell against her neck before she could move. “Set yu daun.”

Clarke put her hands above her head. “Ai giv op.”

The blade left her throat and she heard the sharp shriek of a sword being sheathed. A hand came into her vision, one which she gladly accepted. “You did well, Clarke. That’s the longest time yet.”

She preened in her mentor’s praise. “Mochof, Onya.”

“Indeed. I have no doubt you could hold your own against any esteemed warrior.” Clarke smiled widely as Lexa wandered into the arena, greeting Anya with a firm clasp and returning Clarke’s beaming smile.

Clarke smirked. “Even you?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go quite that far.”

Clarke scoffed in mock annoyance, appreciating Lexa’s quiet laugh. At the far end of the arena, there was nobody near enough to witness their commander drop her mask in front of her mentor and companion. “Oh, don’t you get egotistical too. Anya’s already too much to handle.”

Anya grinned, pointing the end of her knife (who knows where it came from) at her. “You’re spichen right, and you’d do best to remember it.”

“Just don’t train her too well,” Lexa teased. “You might make her better than you.”

“Oh, please, I’ve learned from that mistake. You’re bad enough.” They laughed, falling into step walking side by side back toward the tower, Clarke proudly flanking her Heda’s side.

She, Lexa, and Lincoln had left TonDC to travel to Polis only a week and a half after Clarke’s arrival. The Skaikru, it was decided, were to be given clear boundaries not to cross. Guards patrolled along the river, keeping them away from the mountain and the capitol. Due to their proximity to the Mountain, there were no villages in the opposite direction and the Skaikru were forced to expand in that direction, leaving the Trikru safe for now. If they were to retaliate, the offenders would be taken prisoner and punished accordingly.

Clarke had fallen in love with Polis and its culture. Lexa, despite her many duties, took the time to teach Clarke as much as she could about the tribes, the customs and folklore, as well as their language. Trigedasleng wasn’t a hard tongue to learn, but it was harsh and took her mouth time to adjust before she could produce some of the rougher sounds.

She’d come to see Lexa as her dearest friend. Even if she was the commander, a legendary force spoken of as more goddess than human, she’d shown Clarke her other side, the side of her that had survived the burdens of leadership. Her youthful, innocent side was what a twenty-year-old should be like. She took responsibility for Clarke, not in the way Bellamy had, but in the way of a caretaker. She’d thought she loved before, but Lexa was so much more.

When Lincoln had exhausted his skills, she’d been tossed around by multiple people until Lexa convinced her to give Anya a chance. Anya was tough, but she knew what was too much, and she had also been given a very watered-down version of the blonde’s story. With knowledge of Clarke’s past, she took certain measures to make her disciple was comfortable.

She had also settled in well as a healer’s apprentice. Her foreign medical skills had proved beneficial to expanding their capabilities, though it wasn’t always easy to replicate considering they were much more underdeveloped technology-wise. She’d met many people through that apprenticeship and was very recognizable as the quiet healer; especially with how vibrant her hair was.

The most vocal opposer to her position was, of course, Titus. But nobody really cared what he had to say.

Anya split off from them in the tower, heading off to meet with the official Trikru ambassador (Both Lexa and Indra had wanted Anya to have the position, but it would be viewed as biased by the other clans) while Lexa led Clarke to her personal quarters. She called for a meal to be brought to them and they both sat down on the couch.

“Clarke,” Lexa said, her voice serious. “A letter arrived from Indra earlier today. It’s about the Skaikru.”

Clarke stiffened. Lexa reached over to tangle their hands. “She wrote that they approached the border, asking for an audience. It was granted, and Indra met with them personally. She said they’re asking for our help to survive, but don’t have anything to offer in return. She would take them in as one of her people, but they refuse, asking to stay separate from us.” Lexa tightened her grip on Clarke’s hand. “I’m telling you this not only because they are your origin, but because Indra’s asked permission to forward them to me. And I accepted.”

Clarke was silent. Lexa squeezed her hand, worried about how she was dealing but not willing to push her. After a moment, she spoke. “Who?”

“There is an Oktevia, Reivon, Montee, Jeisper, and Belomi.” Lexa heard Clarke’s breath falter, watched her eyes widen, and pleaded to the spirits it didn’t mean what she thought it did. But it did. She knew it did. So she let go of Clarke’s hand, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and tucking her into her side.

Lexa sat there rubbing her arm for a few minutes, pressing soft kisses to her hair, before muttering, “Clarke?”

She said nothing. Lexa tried again. “Sweet girl, are you alright?”

Despite her anxiety, she felt her stomach warm at the pet name. She shook mutely against Lexa’s chest. Lexa rested a hand on her cheek, kissing her temple long and slow before resting her cheek on her head. Letting Clarke work out what she needed.

It took time, but eventually, Clarke tried to talk, only to dissolve into choked coughing. Lexa didn’t falter. “Which one?”

She had to take a couple of deep breaths to reign herself in. “The last one.”

“And the others?”

Reivon - Raven, probably - she didn’t know, but the others… “Octavia and Monty were always nice to me. They tried to help when they could, but he had the support of most of the camp. They’d back him up if anyone ever challenged him.” Her mind drifted back to her two friends, smiling slightly. If there was anything she missed from her old life, it was them. “Jasper was nice, but he was too afraid to do anything about it. He would just stand there and watch.”

Lexa scowled. “He is a coward. Just as most of them are.”

Clarke nodded, remembering back to when Jasper had been speared in the chest, the panic that ensued. “On the Ark, they’re still children.”

“Branwodas,” Lexa scoffed. “Even a yongon knows right from wrong.”

Clarke shrugged. “Some of them do.”

The affection in her voice made Lexa pause. “You mean Oktevia and Montee?”

“A couple others, too, but yes.”

“Would you like me to arrange for them to meet you? I know you could seek them out yourself, but if you’d rather not risk the others…”

Clarke smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

“Then I will make it happen.” She leaned down, nuzzling her cheek. “I will be there if you need anything, and there is no one in Polis who would let anything happen to you. You will be safe.”

Clarke nodded, turning to bury her face in Lexa’s arm. She smiled softly, stroking her hair. “Thank you,” she mumbled into her skin.

“Anything for you, sweet girl.”

The day the Skaikru arrived, Clarke didn’t leave her room.

Lexa visited her the following morning. Clarke was curled up in the armchair, her sketchpad resting on her legs. She wasn’t drawing, only staring at a blank white page.

Lexa leaned down behind her, kissing her cheek. “You cannot stay here all day.”

Clarke’s voice was quiet, broken. “What if he tries to take me back?”

“He could never.” Lexa wrapped an arm around her chest. “You are so much stronger than you were. Should he try, you could shame him enough that he’d never want to see you again. You are strong.”

She could see that Clarke was still hesitant. “If it makes you feel better, I can ask Anya or Ryder to accompany you around the city.”

She bit her lip. “Please?”

“Of course.” She stood up. “Come to breakfast with me. The Skaikru won’t be there.”

Clarke nodded, tilting her head back. Lexa leaned down to kiss her on the lips, leaving it at a quick press. She heard her groan as Lexa moved over to the door, laughing. “Come enjoy breakfast and I’ll give you more.”

Clarke set her items down on the chair, not bothering to put them away properly. Lexa grinned widely at her, sharing one last short kiss before she slipped into commander mode, all emotion falling from her face. With her kohl on (all for the intent to scare the Skaikru) she was a terrifying figure, but Clarke could see through it all. Beneath all the armor and strength was her loving niron who’d taken her in without anything in it for herself, saving Clarke from a life of servitude.

But no one could know that.

Clarke had been training with Anya for the past hour, all of her worries forgotten. She was taking a quick break now, gladly accepting a pouch of water from one of the guards. She downed half of it, pouring some on her hands and rubbing her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw three familiar figures standing at the railing.

A grin threatened to split her face. Octavia, Monty, Jasper, and another girl leaned against the fence watching her. With Clarke’s attention, Octavia waved. “Hey!”

She strode over to them, forgetting to bring her sword. She and Octavia shared a hug, Monty more hesitant to show her any affection after knowing what Bellamy had done. When she opened her arms to him, he sighed in relief, happily accepting it.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. “Did they capture you?”

Shit. She’d forgotten about how much the grounders were hated within the Skaikru. “No, not at all. I ran from camp, and they brought me to their town. The commander was there, and she made sure I was comfortable.”

“The commander?” The unknown brunette said, hands twitching idly. “The scary lady can be nice?”

Clarke was tempted to tell her about their relationship but knew better. Even if it would get a hilarious reaction out of them. “I don’t know how, but she was able to tell that I came from a… less than ideal situation. She took me in, offered to bring me to Polis, and I’ve made a life here. It’s amazing. They aren’t anything like we thought they were.”

“Really?” Jasper said. “Did they apologize for spearing me in the chest?”

“They didn’t know who we were,” Clarke said. “We were unknown intruders in their land. You can’t blame them for that.”

“Then who should I blame? Myself?”

“Clarke!”

She glanced over her shoulder to see Anya in the middle of the pit, waiting impassively for her. She turned back to smile at her friends. “Sorry. I’ll talk to you more later, I promise.”

She ignored their questions and darted back over to grab her sword, standing across from Anya. Her fos unsheathed her sword, nodding over to the fence. “You ready to show off to your friends?”

She smirked. “Hell yes.”

Anya began to advance. Clarke positioned her sword defensively in front of her, body tensed, ready to move however she needed. The first attack came right at her neck, a reckless and normally outright stupid move, but this was Anya. Her other hand knocked Clarke’s sword away, leg coming up to kick her in the stomach. She grunted, stumbling back. She charged once she’d regained her senses, meeting Anya in the middle.

The loud clang of their swords reverberated throughout the pits, telling of the immense force put in by both sides. Clarke dodged a swipe at her legs, aiming a stab at Anya’s shoulder while using her free arm to grab at her opponent’s wrist. She twisted out of the way, recovering too quickly for Clarke to take advantage of her pause.

They fought for some time, Clarke gaining small cuts on her arms, her torso, her legs, even a tiny nick just below her ear. Aware of their audience, Anya went for the most impressive disarming maneuver she knew. Hooking an arm around Clarke’s hip, she used the momentum to swing her over her shoulder and slam her into the ground. Anya’s sword fell against her throat.

“Yu win au. Bilaik otaim (You win. Like always).”

Anya smirked, helping Clarke to her feet. “That is why I am teaching you. Because you aren’t as good as me.”

“Uh-huh. Show off.”

“Oh, I couldn’t help it.” Anya looked over at the fence. “You should have seen their faces.”

Clarke looked over and grinned at the awestruck expressions they wore. With Anya’s permission, she went over to them.

Octavia reached for her, pausing last second before dropping her hands to her sides. “Oh my god! That was amazing!”

Clarke blushed. “Thanks.”

“Thanks? That’s all you have to say? You just blew my fucking mind! Do you think you could teach me to do that?”

“Woah, O, slow down,” the brunette said. “Let her breathe.” She held a hand out to her. “Hey. I’m Raven. I’ve heard a lot about you from these bitches.”

“She says like she isn’t the bitchiest of us all,” Jasper said. They all laughed.

“They’re right, Clarke.” She felt a bolt of electricity go through her, stiffening all her muscles and freezing her in place. “That was impressive.”

She ground her teeth together, trying to reel in her disorganized mind. The four at the fence had quieted, heads watching him, but Clarke refused to look at him. She was afraid of what she would do.

“Look at me, Clarke.” Her first instinct was to obey. She fought against it as much as she could, struggling against her fear. “I said look at me.”

“She doesn’t answer to you, Skai boy.” She breathed a sigh of relief. Anya hovered beside her shoulder, resting a comforting hand on Clarke’s back. With her fos by her side, she risked a look.

Bellamy didn’t look any different than when she’d left him, maybe a bit more ragged. He was still the entitled, arrogant boy he’d been before, but Clarke felt her head pulse. He doesn’t own you, she thought, repeating it over and over in her head like a mantra. He doesn’t own you.

Bellamy scowled. “And who are you?”

“That’s none of your concern, and neither is my sekon.” Anya’s hand tightened on her shoulder. “We should get back to the tower, Clarke.”

“No.” She wanted to scream in frustration. Why couldn’t he just let her go? “You can’t make her go.”

“And you can’t make her stay.”

Bellamy snarled. “Just back off! Clarke, come here.”

Anya was about to retort, but Clarke raised a hand, looking Bellamy straight in the eye, blocking out her instinct. “No.”

He was taken aback. “No? You don’t tell me no, Clarke. Come here.”

Her hand went to her sword before changing her mind, instead drawing a dagger from her coat. “Make me.”

Bellamy growled, striding toward her. She knew the tactic, he’d used it on her many times before. Intimidation. Make her think he was going to do something worse than he would. She wouldn’t fall for it again. Drawing back her arm, she aimed her dagger at his throat. He paused, but continued, walking until he was only a few feet from the fence.

With a quick look at Anya, she threw the knife.

Clarke wasn’t a killer, no matter how much Bellamy deserved it. The knife struck his arm, far enough to not cause any major damage, but he went down howling. Ignoring the startled looks from everyone around, she turned and marched out of the pits. With a last scalding look, Anya followed.

Anya left the elevator a couple of floors beneath Clarke while she carried on to one of the very top floors. Pushing through the doors, she fell back against them as soon as they fell closed, clutching her chest. She’d done it. She’d resisted her captor, she’d finally escaped his hold. Before, she’d known that Bellamy still held a part of her, that she still feared his influence, but now that she’d stood up to him, she finally felt… free.

“Clarke?” She perked up, a wide grin spreading on to her face. Lexa stood in the doorway between her solar and bedchambers, looking curiously at her niron. “Did something happen?”

Her heart swelled, looking upon her lover, her savior, perhaps the most important person in her life. Her smile threatened to split her face in half. “I did it, Lex,” she breathed. “I- he tried. He tried, but I did it. I’m free.”

Lexa matched her beam, rushing toward her. They met in the middle, Lexa sweeping her up into her arms and lifting her off the ground. Clarke laughed as kisses were peppered all over her face. “I’m so proud of you, keron,” Lexa said, kissing her passionately. “You’re incredible.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, leaning forward to kiss her softly. “Without you, I’d still be with him.”

Lexa squeezed her tight. “I’m glad you aren’t. I’m so glad you aren’t. You don’t deserve that life. You never did.”

“And now I have a better one.” They shared bright smiles, kissing messily. Clarke leaned into her. This life was something she’d never expected to get.

Lexa’s hands pet her face, stroking her cheeks and making her groan into the kiss.

Yes; she could ask for nothing more.

#clexaweek2020 #clexaweek2020 day 7 #day 7 free day #free day #clexa fanfic #clexa deserved better #emotional abuse #physical abuse #recovery #poor clarke #lexa's a sweetheart #bellamy's a sadistic asshole

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zerot0all · 5 years

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sᴏʟᴏ ɴɪɢʜᴛs | ᴍ

.DAEHWI POV.

.Small story plot. Heavy flirting. Enemies to lovers fluff.

.Rated M for bad language & slight fluff.

Enjoy!.

Humans. Pathetic excuse to rule earth for far too long , and to live comfortably without anyone to bother them.

I hate them. They annoy me. They make me wish my very own kind can do away with them , end them all. Especially one ... very rude and loud little girl , who at times makes me shake with rage.

“Jesus Christ-” she hisses as she slides out from underneath my car, surprised with my sudden appearance. Grease stains cover her overtalls , as well as some streaks on her cheeks. Her large round eyes seem to close in annoyance , if it’s not obvious, we don’t like eachother.

“Is my car ready?” I ask. Eyeing her suspiciously, she went on to try to wipe her hands clean, well somewhat. Not sure why a young thing like herself makes a living fixing up cars, I understand the shop has been in her family for years but she could be doing something more effectively. She’s kind of cute .. she radiates a strong , willful power that is not common in young ladies. Well, wait ... what am I saying ?

“Daehwi, May I remind you that I said and I quote, I will call you when your car is ready. You dropped it off yesterday... when we were about to close.” She rolled her eyes , attitude clear as day on her voice. But something about it made me grin, I hate this creature. She’s stuck up about the most non important things, fixing cars? Wow. That’s so amazing. End sarcasm.

“Plenty of time.” I reply, going to lean against my car.

“Well it’s not ready, this will most likely take another day or so. But I’ll take the payment now , if you want.” Her tone was as monotone as they get, not even looking my way as she goes back to her tool box.

“My dad is in the office , he will take your payment.” She answers motioning her frail wrist towards the front office, sensing I haven’t decided what I was going to do. Too soon was I caught off guard , she turned, like as if time seemed to go in slow motion, as she returned back to my car and something about the sunlight hitting her dark orbs made them seem more honey than the usual dark abyss I’m so used too.

Mentally slapping myself , I come back to reality. What the hell was i thinking- Snap out of it Daehwi.

“Pfft, fine.” I roll my eyes , acting as if I wasn’t just admiring her. Like as if , I don’t ever dare think about her when she’s not around.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I paid quickly , avoiding her fathers glare the whole time. He hates my family. There are those few people that know of who we are ... what we truly are , and his family is one of them. I flash him my black eyes quickly then walk out.

I was in the front area of the building , waiting for my ride when I caught her fiddling with her nails. I’m sure she was taking a quick lunch as I noticed an energy drink by her side.

She was sitting out by the sidewalk , letting the seasonal winds take over her tired frame. The day was chill, with a sudden breeze to lift those spirits which seem to dwell sluggishly throughout the week. As I continue to watch her , I see her smile. A genuine smile, as she glances at her phone.

Who is she talking too?

“You’re just going to stand there looking like a complete weirdo checking me out?” Her voice brought me back to life, ironically. Blinking back my astonishment , I was caught.

“I wasn’t checking you out ,” I replied on a huff, annoyed as hell that she was now giggling to herself. Cocking her brow, she begins to stand. Throwing the empty can into the recycling bin.

“Okay,” she giggled some more , waving me off like I was a nobody. I stood there, mouth open , feeling like a damn fool. But then, something within thumped.

What the ?

“So will you let me know what time my car will be ready tomorrow?” The question suddenly came to mind, my tongue felt like it was swelling with the embarrassment but I had to hide it. I don’t like this human.

She thought about it ... having her calendar built in her mind.

“Nope, my dad will. I’ll be working at the nightclub tomorrow.”

Oh , that’s right. She has two jobs.

“I still don’t know why you work there, you’re underage.” She is. And I’m pretty sure even if I’m a few hundred years older than her, the law states different.

“It’s a small town Daehwi, as long as I’m not drinking or causing trouble , I’m good.” She spoke so confidently as she shrugged her shoulders. She began to walk away but something inside of me wanted to spark something.

“Why aren’t you like the rest of the young girls from town? Go have fun. You know, enjoy your life. Party? Does any of that sound interesting to you or are you as dead as I am?” I joke.

She freezes, then turns abruptly. Her eyes , sharp and dark once again- were poison. She was shooting daggers laced with venom as she rushed to me, pushing me back. I stood unmoved , wondering what I said wrong.

“You know , some girls don’t like makeup and high heels, or drinking all night till we pass out in some loser vampires bed. I don’t like any of that ... I was raised differently and I’ll be damned if I let a low life creature try to get under my skin. Don’t you have some place to be? Sucking some dumb bitch juice?”

She hissed. Clearly angered but something about her strong attitude made me smile. I liked it. The fire within her needing to burn and come alive. Her eyes danced back and forth as she examined me, maybe ripping me apart in her mind. Whatever it was ... it was hot.

“Y/N,” i tried to speak, only to have some sort of lump crawl up my throat and stop me.

“I have to get back to work, not like you know what that means since you most likely haven’t worked a day in your pathetic life.”

The harshness of her words cut me ... cut me real deep as I watched her walk back into the garage and close the door.

She left me out there. Thinking. Wondering.

My mind racing with her image. The independent, vivacious human has gotten my attention and I couldn’t ignore the soft palpitations. Everything about her seemed to take over my being , her lips, her eyes. Her messy hair and ugly clothes she wears at work ... I was going wild. I needed to leave. I needed to be as far away from her as I could. Her scent , her blood still lingered around me. This can’t be happening

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The following night , my brothers convinced me to head back into town and have a relaxing night at the club. How could I be so blind to have forgotten - she was working tonight.

And as I stood back in our VIP area, I watched her. My eyes kept a close eye on her the whole night. She cleaned around vip areas , picking up glasses of alcohol that got left behind by those lazy humans. Do they not see her working hard? She is breaking her very own back to earn money for her family , these pathetic humans. I should end their life one by one-

“Daehwi, your thoughts... their extremely loud.” Woong hushed me , his girl sitting next to him pleased with her nice vampire. Ugh. Annoying.

I tried to let my simmering anger rage within - alone. But I continued watching out for her. It wasn’t till later in the night, when she began to clean our area. Her eyes had small bags under the , weary and tired. She wore light makeup, some mascara and a tint on her lips. Even though it was very subtle, I couldn’t look away. She was gorgeous.

“Are you gona keep deny the fact that you like checking me out?” Her voice broke my trance, as she stood in front of me. A black bucket on her side posted up by her hip, filled with empty glass wear. And as she stood before me, something finally clicked.

She’s my forever.

“No,”

Her eyes enlarged with my reply. She suddenly swallowed , nervously watching me.

“I’m done denying it ... what are you doing tomorrow night?” I was quick. I needed to have her in my life , I needed to make her need me just as much as I need her. A mate. Partner. I don’t know what others call them but I’m going to call her my forever.

“I work at the shop till 6, then I have an essay that’s due soon.”

“Ah, college ... why was it even invented? Nonsense I tell ya.” I tried to joke. Not sure why... she was suddenly making me feel shy. Or whatever. I felt my face heat up the longer she watched me but the moment a smile broke into her face , I melted.

“How old are you, Daehwi? Did you not have school back in your day?” Her question was deep, almost too deep for this occasion, so I cut it short.

“Meet me in the park tomorrow at midnight, I want to have a picnic.”

“M-Midnight ... are you serious?” She stuttered, utterly surprised but I didn’t wish to spoil the fun. I winked and walked away. Leaving her to her duty .. even though it broke me to watch her work blood, sweat and tears for her family.

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The following night came faster than anticipated, I waited at the park when the moon was highest in the sky and there were no clouds in sight. The true beauty of the night , when even the wind is silent, was the perfect moment.

She arrived moments later, sweats and a sweater. Hair up in a pony tail and no makeup. Flawlessly beautiful.

We sat in silence for a while , just admiring the night. The moon seemed to shift suddenly, shapes appeared then disappeared making us lightly giggle.

“I was a child when my parents were killed.” I decided to break the ice , show her the real me. What once used to be ... someone like her.

She gasped softly but remained silent.

“The great wild fire you learn in school, about how this town was brought into existence.... yet they never speak about the town that was before. It was small, a few families lived in colonies along the mountains. Till the town a few miles out decided to take over , they needed more land. So they burned it ... burned the whole north side of the mountain down.”

I paused. Letting the lump in my throat pass... it’s been years , centuries since I’ve talked about that fateful night. It still holds such a soft spot in my soul, or what used to be my human self.

“Luckily, Youngmin wasn’t that far off when he found me. He took me in, cared for me and turned me once I was of age. He wanted me to decided if this lifestyle was for me,”

“And is it?”

“I have no regrets... well, maybe only one.” I smiled, turning to her slowly. Her eyes were caught in the moment as a star flew across the sky, lighting up her eyes. Those dark orbs which have brought me such destruction- my innocent forever.

She noticed the silence , finally glancing my way. With a shimmer in her eyes - she asked.

“What is it?”

“Not falling for you sooner...” I answered , letting the moment linger between us. She was now the owner of this evil creature, after being alone for so long ... I have finally found my forever.

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leavepaw · 7 years

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fandom - marvel

Just rememered that I got this ask what feels like ages ago... sorry. I got Marvel two times, so @sayruq these answers are for you too.

the character i least understand: After Civil War I have a lot of issues with all Team Cap members (leaving out Bucky and somehow Sam a bit too), but the most “not understanding” problem of not making sense... Clint Barton and Scott Lang. How could you assholes leave your kids for fucking nothing!?! No, will never understand, and I don’t want to either.

interactions i enjoyed the most: Hm, I like Rhodey/Tony and Natasha/Tony. Both teams interact on completely different but interesting bases, and I think there is a lot of potential, if they could give them more scenes, like... yesterday. Also Bruce/Tony, I really enjoyed their dynamic in The Avengers and Age of Ultron, well... at least did nothing to destroy that, and that movie destroyed many things. Oh, and Bucky/Sam. Just bc I think they’re pretty funny. Very deep reasoning here, obvious hm?

the character who scares me the most: Hm, Steve and Wanda. Their behaviour and going rouge without looking on consequences... awful and scary.

the character who is mostly like me: I’m gona go with... Bruce Banner. More the quiet, nice, background person. Tend to get angry really easily (really, sometimes it feels strange that I have panic attacks, anxiety, while it feels like anger issues would like... make more sense, I’m angry all the time. But I’m very grateful I’m not turning into Hulk.)

hottest looks character: Tough question too. I think Sam is pretty good looking, also Tony, and Nat. Oh, and Sharon Carter.

one thing i dislike about my fave character: Tony? God, I see through pink I love you glasses when I look at him, even at his flaws, so thats a complicated answer. Maybe how the rest of his fictional universe is treating him and he is just like “yeah, deserve it”? No you don’t, you precious little shit!

one thing i like about my hated character: Okay, I’m gonna go with Steve, because there is nothing good I can think about Wanda... Steve’s determination. I admire that about him, eventhough he uses it really crappy in my opinion and makes mostly everything worse. But being like that is a goal, and I respect this side of him. If he would just show it a bit more than the judgemental “I’m the one and only god of being right” side.

a quote or scene that haunts me: Oh, there are a lot of those scenes. That whole Civil War end fight for example still feels like a nightmare, despite it being (obviously) well done and dramatic... but no, as a Tony fan that broke my heart multiple times. Also the nuke scene at the end of The Avengers, as well as three scenes from Iron Man 3 (yeah the movie clearly wasn’t the best ever but some sole scenes are like WOW): The scene where the whole mansion breaks down and Tony is drowning and Jarvis rescues him. Then the “don’t leave me buddy”. Also the panic attack while Tony was driving when Harley told him to “just build something”... I think a lot about it. And it’s why Tony will always be The Mechanic for me, more than anything else.

Oh and, though I’m no comic Marvel fan (I’ve just never read one in my life, nothing against the comics) and talk mostly MCU - there is one quote from the comics I’ve found here on tumblr that I think is so beautiful and definiting to Tony: http://knightinironarmor.tumblr.com/post/141066095490/knightinironarmor-ok-but-that-one-panel-from-the

a death that left me indifferent: Hm... well, most people “dying” come back so, and when they in fact die it’s mostly cool done. I don’t have an answer, sorry.

a character i wish died but didn’t: Wanda. Really she and her powers are interesting but they fucked that theoretically cool concept up so badly... give me Pietro back maybe he’ll do better, she can go down in flames as far as I care (spoiler alert I don’t at all).

my ship that never sailed: Hm... do I have one of them in Marvel? I somehow don’t ship that much in this fandom, my otp is Tony/Happiness and the same goes in smaller way for all of the characters I like here. But hey, Tony/Happiness hasn’t sailed (yet and is mostly never going to) so... damn it!

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Squealing Santa 2K16! - An Inesperated Evening

( aIGHT! this is the tickle fic gift for @pamcake21 , IM SO SORRY!! i was gona post it before! PROMISE! it’s just that, life got hard, and had a big ass test, i couldn’t take the time to finish the thing before ;A;!! BUT! here we are!!

Okay so the request i took was the ‘’Thor and Loki’’ one, :3 because those two are adorkable and the other characters i don’t really know that much! xD. ANYWAy! i hope u like it Pam! and accept it as a new year gift ;u; )

It was a calm afternoon, Loki was sitting calmly Reading a book, though he couldn’t concentrate with the sun outside… It was one of those unusually hots days that nobody but Loki seemed to notice, and bOi was he moody those days. He just grunted to himself, swearing that the weather didn’t like him or something; or maybe it was just his body?? Who knows!? He just sighs and throws the book away, deciding after trying to read the same paragraph five times that maybe he wasn’t in the mood for reading either… He practically dragged himself towards the bathroom to dump some fresh water into his face for what felt like the one thousand time that day, wishing that he could at least distract himself with sOMETHING! But his brain just enjoyed to torment him, just like his the servient, his father, his brother- just as he starts to dry his face with a towel he hears the heavy and energetic steps of someone walking, or was he running? Towards his door, followed by a loud ‘’LOKI! BROTHER’’ and his door swinging open, he almost jumps out of his skin, muttering under his breath. Why today?!?!? Couldn’t it had been yesterday? Yesterday he had been in the mood! He had been sO in it, that he himself had asked Thor if they maybe could train that day, but said blonde refused, saying that he had to go with their father to fix the chest plates for his armor, as the ones he had where already too small. Loki just rolled his eyes and went back to his room, lying afterwards and saying he didn’t mind it at all.

Loki went out of the bathroom with a start, his eyes screaming murder at whoever dared to disturb his peace in this awfully hot day. Of course it was Thor, as stated as before, he chooses the worse moments to ask things, and his loud and cherry voice was incomfundible; Loki took the towel he was holding in a strong grip and squinted at Thor. ‘’WHAT?! What is it that you want brother?!? Can’t you see I’m busy!?’’ He threw the towel into Thor’s face and crossed his arms in annoyance. ‘’Jeez bro, if I had known you were in such an awful mood I would have told mother to tell you about the news!!’’ The blonde just giggled and took the towel, pulling it over his head and leaving it there. Loki on the other hand was trying to be as nice as he could, knowing his brother, he would tell their mother if he treated him any worse, and nobody wants a fuzzing parent on your back telling you to be nice and stop being antisocial, which he was not!, or at least not from what he had readed in books… he preferred the term, ‘introverted’ he felt like it suited his feelings better than the other term.

Thor took Loki’s silence as a ’go ahead and tell me the news before I kick your sorry ass outa my room’ and so that’s what he did, ‘’Well brother you see, remember that I have been trying to convince father to let me go haunt a dragon for almost a week??’’ Loki just raised his eyebrow, yes, he did recall that… and also the stupid plan that Thor and his friends had come up with… ‘’yeah?’’ the blond looked as excited as a puppy that just got a new squeaky toy ‘’fathER SAID YES TODAY!! H-he said YES!! Under the condition that I am to go with you! My beloved brother!! HAHA!! Don’t you love your big brother, Loki? C’mon! Give me that hand!’’ He raised his hand to a shoulder level, ready for their ’we did it big time’ shake, but only found Loki’s eyes of surprise and, was that anger?. ‘’YOU DID WHAT NOW?!? Well It saddens me to have and be the one telling you this brother but we cAN’T go do that, for 3 reasons; one, I’m bad at walking and you know it; two, it’s madness; and three, how will we capture it AND beat it?!? In fact, hOW ARE WE TO FIND IT?!?!?’’ His brain was running mile per second, his brother caN’T be this much of a goose, can he?? Thor furrowed his stare and shock his head ‘’B-but we had it all planed! Also we got some places marked out in a map, from people who had seen some dragons! And oh c’mon Loki we will take breaKS!!’’ The blonde continued to insist, but the combination of Loki’s bad mood from the weather and also the idioticy of the plan, plus, the anger he felt towards his father for not asking nor informing him about ANYTHING of this?!?, it was just too much, he refused, he refused with all that he had, crossing his arms, sitting in his bed and telling Thor to leave his room before he decided to jump out the window to get away.

Thor sighed and sat beside Loki with a loud creek from the bed, his weight making Loki lean to the side and poke his side into Thor’s elbow. Loki jumped and let out a squeak so high it was hard to believe it had come from his mouth. Thor was a little surprised, he looked at Loki, wondering if his brother had decided to kick him out for good, but only found his brother blushing and covering his mouth…. The oldest brother smiled in mischief and making honor to the Loki’s nickname and not his, he tackled his brother to the bed, taking him by surprise. ‘’ T-Thor!! What are you-?! *SQUEeEEh*’’ Loki blushed madly and tried to look as angered as he could in his current state, but he was having a hard time as Thor started scribbling his big fingers along the youngest sides. Loki squirmed around, a smirk quickly forming in his face and a smile threating to show. ‘’B-bROthhEHE! MnGH! sTop thAT!!’’ He shock his head from side to side, in both negation and desperation, he wanted to stay mad! He wasn’t supposed to laugh if he was mad!! But Thor knew his brother’s weakness and attacked the other’s armpits, making Loki instantly dissolve into a squeaky laughing and blushing mess. Thor smirked and started teasing his brother away, making this situation even more silly. ‘’aww but you’re laughing! You sure are enjoying yourself aren’t you?? Hey why don’t you tell me what’s so funny??’’ Loki wanted to glare at the blonde so bad, but it was quite impossible when tickled and laughing your head off. ‘’ THOOHOhhoR!! I sWeheEHEAahAR I’M GOhohiniHHInG tOhoh- HAHAAHAHAA W-WHAhhaAIT!! *SQUEE* STAHahaA- *WHeeZE*’’ Thor smiled, he had just started using his beard to tickle his brother’s tummy, discovering a while ago that it was one thing Loki couldn’t stand.

This game continued for a while, Loki asking for mercy from his big brother and not getting any at all. Finally he convinced Thor to stop, screaming in laugher that he was going into ‘’that stupid trip’’. Now, Thor had forgotten about that in all his playfulness, but he was more than happy to stop when he heard that, smiling brightly at Loki. ‘’REALLY?!? You wILL?!??! OH tHANK ODIN’S BEARD!! hECK YEAH! I swear you won’t be disappointed! I will even carry your stuff if necessary!!!’’ He declared as he basically bounced in Loki’s bed. Loki on the other hand was painting and giggling while being rocked from Thor’s excitement, he sighs in relief and then nods a bit at the idea of going out with his brother and his friends in an ‘’adventure’’ after all… it was a bit colder in those woods these time of the year, and bOI was it HOT AS HELL in Asgard…. He nodded at Thor and tried to push him away weakly. ‘’o-okah but please do let me alone nohohohw… hfff… damn it Thor I’m going to need a shower now…. Hff’’ He looked at himself all sweaty and glared a bit to the blonde, but couldn’t help to giggle as he saw how happy the idiot was. ‘’LoKI!! You know what this means?!?! ….WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A NIGHT FIRE!!!’’ Thot ran out of the room almost screaming in joy to tell their mother and likely Odin about the news. Loki sighed and closed the door, now looking at his room in thought…. He would have to play babysitter again wouldn’t he?

I hope that u liked it! sorry for the late-ness :’vv and haPPY NEW YEAR!!!

#squealing santa 2k16 #tigeroars #my fic #tickle fic #tickle sin #loki #thor #brotherly tickles

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