𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍.

short  &  sweet  !  my  name  is  si.  i’m  twenty - six,  she  /  her.  i  work  full - time  as  a  WEB  /  EMAIL  DEVELOPER  (  aka  i  code  things  ),  and  when  time  permits,  i  write  TACITUS  OF  DACIA,  my  historic  original  golden  boy  in  the  old  guard  universe.

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           he’d heard stories of what happened to pilots when a jaeger is critically hit.  but, nothing really prepares you for the chaotic echoes of fear that reverberate through both.  fear, determination, and pain.  when metal caved in he thought the sharp stabs through his arm were from hits taken by SOLIS EXCALIBUR itself.  it wasn’t until he first woke up in the medical bay that arthur realized the tearing of muscles was happening to his physical body.

          there’d been too many images.  in the drift he was too connected to tate’s emotions and too focused on getting his partner out alive.  he’d been too worried about the kaiju making it to shore and not at all about whether or not he came out the other side.  but, what the training never prepares you for is how disorienting all the sensations could be.  as he stared up at the ceiling he couldn’t pick fact from fiction.  all he knew was every angle of his brain was on fire.  a pulse rattled through his skull like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

         seeing tate when his eyes opened had him smiling.  no matter how many times he told himself sunshine walked away from the battle in one piece it was good to see it.  his memories were so jumbled being able to hold that cheek in the palm of his hand did wonders.  “ see?  not broken. “  a chuckle followed, or something that sounded like the exhausted echo of a chuckle.  how long had he been strapped to the stupid bed?  the better question was when was the last time he even tried getting out of it.

          reluctant fingers drop from the back of tate’s neck so arthur could push himself over in bed.  a tap on the space next to him is meant to signal that the other pilot could crawl in if he wanted.  in fact, arthur needed it but he wasn’t the type to ever say as much out loud.

          “ i am immortal, my dear sunshine, “ his head rolls to the side so he can let a mischievous smile stretch across his lips.  “ gotta keep going until i know you’re okay.  speaking of, how long have i been in this stupid bed and please tell me you’ve eaten today. “

tate  swallows  the  words  that  form  on  his  tongue  when  arthur  begins  to  shift.  hold  still.  you  shouldn’t  be  moving.  but  he  knows  arthur  will  do  what  he  chooses  in  the  end.  his  stubborn,  gallant,  fool  of  a  partner.  would  he  be  any  different  if  their  roles  were  reversed,  though  ?  is  he  really  that  much  better  of  a  patient  ?  they  are  far  too  similar  in  that  regard  for  tate  to  cast  stones.  and  besides,  once  he  realizes  what  arthur  is  doing,  that  he’s  making  room  for  tate  to  close  the  distance  that’s  been  driving  him  so  THOROUGHLY  UP  THE  WALL,  how  is  tate  supposed  to  hold  it  against  him  ?

❝  immortal,  huh ?  ❞  he  asks  as  he  climbs  oh  so  very  carefully  into  the  bed.  it’s  not  an  easy  thing,  maneuvering  six  foot  three  of  relatively  solid  mass  into  an  infirmary  cot  certainly  not  meant  for  two.  it’s  so  very  worth  it  to  feel  arthur’s  warmth  at  his  side  again.  it  seeps  into  his  skin,  easing  tension  and  unfurling  the  knots  his  stomach  has  tied  itself  into  in  the  others’  absence.  ❝  i’m  gonna  hold  you  to  that.  ❞  he  leans,  pressing  a  kiss  to  arthur’s  forehead  as  the  blond  turns  his  head.

how  long  has  he  been  out  ?  tate  tries  to  think  of  something  a  bit  more  descriptive  than  an  eternity,  even  though  that’s  exactly what it’s felt like.  an  eternity  of  not  being  able  to  breathe  for  fear  that,  once  again,  he  might  lose  a  part  of  himself.  he’d  already  lost  a  half  with  his  brother,  how  much  more  could  he  lose  before  what  was  left  behind  was  no  longer  enough  to  carry  on  ?

                                                @daciaurum​​​ said :  💗

                          Send 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation

not like he ever needs an explanation but this god of thunder has been absent for so so long . ever since that night that ultron tried to steal the show and interrupt their absolutely wonderful time ,       the pair have been completely enthralled with one another .      how funny it is to have known someone for quite some time and only when finding time to talk and laugh and bond did they find how truly attracted to one another they are .       it was damn near instantaneous just how taken they were once they had time to sit down and relax with a few drinks around . 

as much as he would love to stay here with this man he fell so head over heels for ,     the duty he’s taken an oath to always takes priority .      truthfully ,    the thunderer has lost track of time how long exactly that he’s been gone .       over a month at least ,     but in different realms at different times , it all takes on a variety of meanings .

thor is long past having to knock on tate’s door ,     and when he walks in tate rounds the corner in defensive mode knowing that no one should just be strolling through his home .       the heavy steps of the god of thunder may as well make as much as much noise as his beloved thunder .  tate’s eyes light up the minute he recognizes the intruder and the smile that could literally light up any room  .        ❝  at last ,  there is the smile that has always shone brighter than ANY SUN . ❞ 

an excitement forms from the man as he makes his longing known when tate damn near jumps into thor’s arms tackling him to the ground .      lips are on his in a heartbeat .      every ounce of admiration and yearning poured into such a simple task but tate makes it known just how much he’s missed the god’s presence .       fingers get lost in the other’s hair as he dives into the liplock with just as much intensity until he physically has to come up for air .       ❝  i have missed you in my absence .       more than i could ever express . ❞

tate  walked  the  earth  alone  for  millennia.  solitude  never  much  concerned  him,  and  yet,  after  meeting  thor,  he  finds  time  stretches  on  in  his  absence.  days  pass  slower,  weeks  seem  like  months,  and  so  on  it  goes  until  his  love  returns  at  last.  he  keeps  busy  ―  there  is  always  work  to  be  done,  always  people  to  help  or  the  occasional  mission  to  lend  his  unique  set  of  skills.  but  there’s  still  some  part  of  him  that  misses  the  thunder  god  terribly.

it’s  heading  towards  evening  when  tate  hears  sounds  in  the  otherwise  empty  house.  the  door  clicks  open,  followed  by  heavy  footfalls.  there’s  a  familiar  scent,  but  it’s  mingled  with  so  many  others  he  can’t  quite  place  it  . . .  right  up  until  the  moment  he  rounds  the  corner  and  spies  that  unmistakable  figure.  the  ENTHUSIASTIC  GREETING  that  follows  is  a  product  of  both  adrenaline  and  excitement,  bodies  crash  and  so  do  lips,  and  tate’s  heart  soars  with  their  reunion.

       wherever he is ,    it will never matter as long as he’s with tate .       no bed too uncomfortable will ever keep him far from the man he loves . too small of a bed ,  too hard of a one it will always be worth it .       everything right here and right now is perfect with the love of his many lives .       even if it is sleeping on pallets and hard floors of train cares forever .  

room service .       its a good idea because he hasn’t realized just how hungry he is until it was mentioned .      ❝  right you are . do you think they’d think of us strangely if we ordered one of everything ?      i’m starving . ❞      he chuckles a bit before leaning forward to press a small kiss to tate’s lips .       the touch of fingers along the line of his forearms sends tiny shivers down his skin .       damn that magnetism that still gets him after all these years .       half of him just wants to turn off the phones and stay here not moving for the rest of the week . 

tate  smiles  against  the  brush  of  lips,  lingering  for  just  a  moment  before  heaving  himself  upright  with  a  soft  groan.  fingers  trail  thor’s  arm  as  he  rises,  finally  parting  as  he  stands  to  cross  the  short  distance  to  the  desk.  a  quick  rifle  through  the  standard  hotel  leaflets,  and  he  retrieves  what  he’s  looking  for.  

                                @daciaurum​​​ said : ‘ heart ’ for a caring starter

                                                        mini starter call 

               ❝  would you hold still and quit being a baby ?? ❞ he laughs pulling apart the packaging on the bandage . in essence the grin isn’t as full or as convincing as it could be since worry laces his eyes and features and hiding it under a bit of tough love is the best he can muster right now .  hiding out and tending to tate’s wounds is about the only idea he had at the time . typically , this god of thunder would have unleashed his wrath on anyone who dare harm his love but that time will come .  right now tate is the priority .  

❝  you’re a bloody fool , you know that ?? what were you thinking ?? ❞  thor puts one hand over the bandage placed on the wound and the other rests at the crook of the other’s neck . a deep shaky breath taken and for once the god of thunder can’t recall a moment in which he was actually scared to lose something . 

it’s  a  rare  occasion  that  tate  finds  himself  at  a  loss  for  words.  he  could  blame  it  on  the  fatigue,  the  pain  of  a  wound  that  is  far  from  mortal  to  the  superhuman  (  but  no  less  uncomfortable  for  it  ),  but  the  truth  is  that  neither  contributes  more  to  his  silence  than  the  storm  he  can  see  if  he  dare  glance  back  at  thor’s  eyes.  anger,  concern  . . .  even  if  they  aren’t  entirely  directed  at  him,  he  knows  he  shares  in  some  of  their  weight.  that  weight  sits  in  the  pit  of  his  belly.

it  feels  a  lot  like  guilt.

recklessly,  like  a  horse  running  as  fast  as  he  can.

you've  been  told  that  the  way  you  love  can  never  last,  and  that  heartbreak  is  inevitable.  but  you  don't  want  to  love  carefully.  you  want  to  love  with  reckless  abandon.  you  want  to  love  with  everything  you  have,  and  you  want  to  be  loved  the  same  way.  you  don't  want  them  to  worry  about  tomorrow.  make  today  worth  living  for.  

FROM: @daciaurum​ RE: ‘ let’s be alone together. ‘ STATUS: accepting

         when was the last time they’d been on a vacation?  their tradition had become to run away once a mission was completed or, as sometimes was the case, a cluster of them.  for arthur it wasn’t the violence that made him run.  he’d bathed in it all his life.  sometimes he was convinced he’d been born with blood on his hands.  no, this was more of a cleansing.  work and then play.  play rewarded by work.  however you wanted to put it, arthur started to breathe off the excited energy that radiated off tate when they went on an adventure.  new food, new sights, more new food, and, somehow, new things to learn about each other.

          with tate sitting on a nearby chair, arthur tilts his head to the side.  he’d been so wrapped up in the current state of the group that he hadn’t thought about getting away.  the former king sets down the papers he’d been going over.  once he makes it to the other blonde, he leans over the back of the chair to peek at whatever had been occupying tate before the conversation started.  one arm lightly wraps around tate’s chest.  lips find their way to the crook of the other’s neck.  one gentle kiss is placed, then another.  the third is more of a rough nibble just below tate’s ear.  all of this followed by yet another kiss to the back of the dacian’s head just before arthur rests his cheek against it.

          “ where to this time?  how isolated do you want to be?  fiji island resort kind of alone or locked away in a hotel until we’re hungry kind? “

tate  loves  everyone.  his  fellow  immortals  are  a  family,  and  he  adores  them  all,  but  gods  help  him  if  he  doesn’t  need  to  escape  them  and  their  mission  every  so  often.  to  refresh  himself  in  any  of  the  wonders  the  vast  world  holds.  it’s  never  born  of  distaste  or  dislike,  and  that  certainly  isn’t  what  has  him  considering  it  now.  he  just  . . .  wants  something  new.  the  only  exception  is  the  one  with  his  arms  around  him,  whose  lips  are  sending  shivers  down  tate’s  spine.  they  still  can,  even  after  all  this  time.

❝  i  dunno  . . .  maybe  we  just  go  to  the  airport  and  see  where  we  end  up.  ❞  okay,  so  maybe  he  hasn’t  put  much  thought  into  it  this  time.  it  was  a  whim,  even  mentioning  it  to  arthur,  and  if  he’s  being  honest,  he  hadn’t  expected  such  a  COMPLETE  AGREEMENT  so  soon.  one  hand  lifts,  fingers  tracing  the  lines  of  muscle  on  the  forearm  over  his  chest.   ❝  but  now  that  you  mention  it,  fiji  sounds  pretty  nice.  feels  like  we’ve  only  been  in  cold  places  for  a  year.  i  could  use  some  warm  sand.  ❞

tensions are high and their minor spat will be forgotten  .       half of its joking and the other half nerves .       thor watches closely as his other half pays no attention to anything but the bomb and disarming it .       has he taken a breath at all since he started messing with it ??       if not then the asgardian is right there with him  .      ❝  get us out of here in one piece and avoid a very complicated healing process then you can have whatever you want , babe .  ❞      the jury is still out if they can actually survive being blown into pieces and he’d rather not find out . 

every nerve in his body is running static through it .      every hair standing on edge .       this is completely one of the most intense experiences he’s ever had and if by some change they don’t walk of here then he is damn glad that this is where he’ll end it .      with his one and only .       this isn’t about them though .        there are so many lives at stake  ,     and they both know this needs to go off without a hitch  .       no casualties . 

tate does what he needs to  . .      and then nothing happens .       no detonation and no explosion .       thor can’t help the broad smile of joy that comes across his face before hauling tate closer to his side in embrace and victory .       a swift kiss against his temple while taking cheeks into his hands .       ❝  damn ! i knew you could do it . ❞

in  case  not  being  exploded  into  dust  weren’t  reward  enough,  thor’s  loving  reaction  has  tate’s  heart  soaring  even  higher  than  the  rush  of  relief - filled  adrenaline.  NOBODY  DIED.  just  this  once,  no  one  had  to  die  . . .  or  no  one  innocent  at  the  very  least.  families  in  apartment  buildings  can  sleep  soundly,  workers  in  nearby  offices  can  go  home  to  share  breakfast  with  their  loved  ones  come  morning.  and  thor’s  words,  i  knew  you  could  do  it.  from  anyone  else,  they  might  ring  as  hollow  affirmation,  but  from  his  love  he  knows  every  word  is  true.

❝  i  want  a  shower,  ❞  he  says  with  a  decisive  nod.  something  to  wash  away  the  grime  of  this  sub  basement  and  the  stress  of  this  day.  body  turns  more  wholly  towards  thor,  granting  a  better  angle  to  steal  a  chaste  kiss.  there  is  so  much  more  behind  it,  want  and  relief  and  that  thrum  of  adrenaline  that  will  no  doubt  culminate  in  familiar  result,  but  not  here.  not  with  dust  and  sweat  still  clinging  to  his  skin  and  this  damned  device  still  within  sight.  ❝  a  very  long,  very  hot  shower  and  room  service  hamburgers.  ❞

〤ˑ˙． PLATONIC  SENTENCES  (  accepting  ) @valiantsword​  wrote  . . .   “ here you go, your favorite snack — picked up a few on my way over ”

tate  isn’t  used  to  doing  nothing.  he’s  active,  always  finding  something  about  the  shatterdome  to  occupy  his  attention  and  energy  in  one  way  or  another,  and  it’s  always  been  that  way.  at  least  until  the  past  couple  days.  it  was  just  a  training  exercise,  a  new  recruit  getting  carried  away  in  their  training  that  cost  tate  A  SPRAINED  ACL.  arthur  was  furious  ;  tate  was  just  relieved  at  the  time  he’d  escaped  without  a  tear,  without  any  need  for  surgery.

three  days  in,  tate  almost  wishes  for  someone  to  have  to  knock  him  out.  bed  rest  is  driving  him  slowly  insane,  the  boredom  chipping  away  at  him  with  each  passing  hour.  bed  is  precisely  where  arthur  finds  him,  when  he  finds  him,  and  tate’s  mood  brightens  instantly  upon  seeing  familiar  features  entering  the  room.  FINALLY,  and  to  see  that  he  comes  bearing  gifts  lifts  spirits  even  higher.  a  smile  overtakes  his  lips,  reaching  all  the  way  to  his  eyes  as  arms  extend  towards  arthur  to  usher  him  closer  (  without  moving  the  leg  still  propped  on  a  pillow  ).

〤ˑ˙． HURT  /  COMFORT  (  accepting  ) @thunderbringer​  wrote  . . .   “ just say the word . you know i’d do anything for you . ”

that  feeling  has  been  clawing  at  him,  tearing  at  his  insides  since  the  last  mission.  everything  they  saw,  the  atrocities  suffered  by  innocents,  it  struck  a  delicate  nerve  in  the  dacian.  one  he’s  been  unable  to  soothe  with  any  of  his  usual  tactics,  and  not  for  a  lack  of  trying.  as  it  occasionally  does,  that  urge  surfaces  to  just  . . .  go  somewhere.  anywhere  that  might  take  his  mind  away  from  the  place  they  just  left.  he  tried  resisting,  not  wanting  to  leave  the  team,  but  that  feeling  has  only  grown  until  it’s  nearly  unbearable.

if  the  others  have  noticed,  they’ve  kept  it  to  themselves,  but  not  thor.  not  HIS  THOR.  tate  has  felt  that  stormy  blue  gaze  on  him  for  the  past  few  days.  lingering,  studying.  his  love  knows  him  better  than  any  other  ;  of  course  he’s  noticed.  until,  one  day,  tate  feels  a  familiar  weight  settle  over  his  shoulders  as  he  sits  on  the  couch,  scanning  through  photos  of  the  alaskan  coast.  proof  that  thor  knows  the  thoughts  circling  in  his  mind  of  late  comes  with  soft  words  in  a  low  rumble  just  beside  tate’s  ear,  meant  only  for  him.  they  coax  a  smile,  one  he’s  had  trouble  finding  these past  several  days.

                                                   @daciaurum​​ said :  back kiss.

                                                        kissing meme prompts 

     this is just one of the many stops on their vacation where they see about as many beaches as they can in record time .      one more exotic than the next .      start with the lowest water quality and wind up somewhere that the water is so blue you could see damn near to the bottom .  

what an adventure though ,     especially when they’ve rented their own boat to get from location to location just off the coasts .        what a time to be alive and no one he would rather spend it with than the love of his many lives .      especially now when he’s drinking a cup of coffee ,    looking out onto the most beautiful sunrise he’s ever had the privilege to witness from the porch of some private beachside bungalow .     

 the only thing to make it better is the man that he left sleeping in their shared bed .       only with a gentle kiss upon that tousled bedhead did he slip from the sheets and start his day .      though ,   tate must have a six sense in knowing when thor is thinking about him because only within a few more moments does he feel a pair of gentle hands at his waist and lips press repeatedly over the lines of his back . 

nothing short of a wide grin befalls the asgardian .       ❝  was wondering if you were going to sleep all day ,  ❞       pay no mind that he’s the early bird that woke up before dawn .      ❝  had half a mind to pester you until you woke up . ❞

what  a  figure  his  love  paints  against  the  sunrise.  still  half - asleep,  tate  simply  follows  the  smell  of  coffee  until  he  finds  his  absent  love.  the  morning  air  has  a  touch  of  chill  against  his  skin  left  bare  by  the  borrowed  hoodie  he  hadn’t  bothered  to  zip,  but  it’s  quickly  remedied  by  pressing  into  the  solid  warmth  of  thor’s  back.  as  soon  as  he’s  satisfied  with  the  trail  of  kisses  left  upon  broad  shoulders,  tate  allows  his  chin  to  rest  on  thor’s  shoulder,  blue  eyes  closing  with  a  soft,  contented  hum.  

❝  perhaps  if  you’d  not  pestered  me  quite  so  thoroughly  last  night,  i  might’ve  woken  up  sooner,  ❞  tate  teases,  arms  snaking  around  thor’s  waist.  he  tucks  his  nose  against  the  crook  of  thor’s  neck  and  just  breathes  him  in  for  a  moment.  he  always  smells  like  the  air  just  before  a  storm,  and  it  soothes  the  sleepy  dacian.  ❝  how  did  you  sleep  ?  ❞  he  mutters  against  warm  skin.  idle  fingers  trace  lines  of  muscle  across  the  expanse  of  the  asgardian’s  abdomen,  not  carrying  any  ulterior  motive  beside  the  habitual  need  to  simply  . . .  TOUCH.