Born of Mischief

❛ Yeah, where, um, are the living people? ❜

❛ Well, joke’s on them because I don’t even care. ❜

❛ You’re running away because you’re scared. ❜

❛ I ride a bike to work, and it’s not for exercise. ❜

❛ The sun’s really dying, isn’t it? ❜

❛ Am I expendable? ❜

❛ It’s almost like you don’t care if I die. ❜

❛ The consensus here is that it would be preferable if you did not die. ❜

❛ You’re not gonna believe this. Nothing happened. ❜

❛ Just, uh, realizing I was wrong about the only original idea I ever had. ❜

❛ Thank you for your help. I’m glad you didn’t die. ❜

❛ I need people who think they’re right when everyone else thinks they’re wrong. ❜

❛ The world is counting on you. ❜

❛ Been a long time since I’ve taken a pill from a stranger without knowing what it was. ❜

❛ So you wanna build a near-light speed spaceship, have it travel further than any human-made object has ever traveled, and visit a star just to “see what’s up”? ❜

❛ And the astronauts die in space? ❜

❛ There are infinite possibilities for this to go wrong. It almost certainly won’t work. ❜

❛ The alternative is to just do nothing and to starve and to kill each other and watch everything on this planet go extinct, including us. ❜

❛ That’s a long time to be in space. ❜

❛ Nothing about this is safe. ❜

❛ I must have known you, but I just don’t remember. ❜

❛ First, I owe you three bags of vodka. ❜

❛ You deserve much more than this. ❜

❛ I’ll do my best. ❜

❛ It could be a message. It could be a bomb. ❜

❛ Well, I guess there’s egg on both our faces, huh? ❜

❛ I’m wrong about everything and everything’s wrong. ❜

❛ You’re a long way from home. I’m a long way from home too. ❜

❛ I like what you’ve done with the gravity. ❜

❛ Thank you for what I hope is not handcuffs. ❜

❛ We’re here for the same reason. ❜

❛ If we’re gonna save our planets, we have to learn how to communicate. ❜

❛ You know, they say math is the universal language. ❜

❛ Jazz hands means “good”? ❜

❛ I’m sorry I’m talking so much. It’s just, I haven’t been around anyone in a long time. ❜

❛ So, I met an alien. ❜

❛ I like to keep a wall up in my relationships anyways. ❜

❛ He’s kinda growing on me. At least he’s not growing in me, you know? Which was a concern for a little while. ❜

❛ So maybe we can help each other. ❜

❛ Fist my bump. ❜

❛ “Fist my bump”? No. It’s fist bump. ❜

❛ Hey, look, I’m seeing so many sides of you lately, and it’s great. Right now I’m seeing the underside of you. ❜

❛ So, we watch each other sleep. ❜

❛ Someone has to keep you safe. ❜

❛ I don’t have the bravery gene that you all have. ❜

❛ You just need to find someone to be brave for. ❜

❛ Dirty, dirty, dirty. Why room so messy, question? ❜

❛ Well, I wasn’t expecting company, was I? ❜

❛ That is the disco ball. That makes me happy. ❜

❛ We can’t just show up in a space ball unannounced and move into someone else’s spaceship. Right? ❜

❛ There has to be boundaries. ❜

❛ So I have a new roommate now. ❜

❛ He tells me what to do, he tells me why to do it, he tells me how to do it, he tells me when to do it. And then when I do it, he’s like, “What are you doing?” ❜

❛ Grumpy, angry, stupid. How long since last sleep, question? ❜

❛ Personal space is at a premium. ❜

❛ There’s no way you can hear me right now. ❜

❛ Too fast. Do puppet show. ❜

❛ There’s no harm in pretending for a little while. ❜

❛ What do you miss most about home? ❜

❛ You’re very mysterious. ❜

❛ Camaraderie helps them do their job, you know. Not so much me. ❜

❛ You think you’re gonna pull it off? ❜

❛ Life is reason! ❜

❛ If ship not at precise angle and speed, we die! ❜

❛ This is a one-way ticket for me, pal. ❜

❛ Yeah, once we’re done, I’m … I’m gonna die. ❜

❛ I’ve made peace with it. ❜

❛ I didn’t mean any of that. That’s just something you say. ❜

❛ How do you know when the hug is done? ❜

❛ They have a great teacher. ❜

❛ Can you take a compliment please? ❜

❛ Oh, humor. Confusing. ❜

❛ Words of encouragement. ❜

❛ I don’t think there is gonna be a later. ❜

❛ I have an idea. First, no crash. Then, not explode. Deal? ❜

❛ I’m not an astronaut! I put the “not” in astronaut. ❜

❛ I’m not heroic in any way. ❜

❛ You’re smart. You’ll figure it out. ❜

❛ This might be very hard for you to understand, but some people are failures. Some people don’t rise to the challenge. ❜

❛ You’re missing out on an important part of the mission, which is the suicide part. ❜

❛ So, just so I’m clear, you’re asking me right now to give up my life. ❜

❛ I’ll watch you sleep, pal. But, uh you gotta wake up. ❜

❛ No pressure, but we did make a deal. ❜

❛ We can go home. ❜

❛ Is special clothing for celebration. ❜

❛ I understand that you think I’m the right person for this mission. But I can’t do it. ❜

❛ I’m sorry, but you just can’t talk me into it. ❜

❛ I’m not trying to talk you into anything. I am trying to make you understand what I’m about to do next. ❜

❛ You will be remembered as a hero. ❜

❛ This may seem like me betraying you, but it’s actually me believing in you. ❜

❛ Sure feels like you’re betraying me. ❜

❛ You know who you are. You’re gonna do great. ❜

❛ You are very brave. ❜

"Thank you." Sleip ignored his scrunched up face, taking a seat on the bed to watch the other expertly work. "How do you make this shit look easy?" He asked with a smirk, crossing his good leg over the bad, hands steadying himself on the bed.

"People keep giving me a weird smile, I think Helga is working faster then even I can consider." He hummed.

"You like it when I look like a dweeb?" He laughed, though definitely banking the information for some other time.

"Because I practically live in suits for work, and creases come out on camera much more accusatorily than in real life." He explained with a smile as he fusses over the fabric, tugging where it needed just a little more coaxing alongside the steam.

"She's very good with gossip. It's why I like her, unfortunately." Jonny chuckled, a small silence between them as he steamed, thoughts running through his mind. "I have no problem with it." He added, decidedly.

It wasn't long until he was done, smoothing over the fabric a few more times with his hands as he took a step back and gestured. "All done - you get dressed now - not long to go."

"Yeah, just thought you would like the heads up." He smirked softly, standing and took the offered, steamed suit. "Thanks Jonny, you're a doll." He took good care of the suit before looking at the other. He didn't overthink it. He leant over, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before heading off to Jonnys bathroom.

He got dressed, careful not to crease the clothes Jonny had so lovingly straightened out for him.

He helped himself out of the bathroom, dressed in a familiar suit to the both of them. The tie in his hand and the clothes he was wearing in his other hand. He toed on his does before holding out the tie. "Help a guy out?" Sleipnir asked the other, a smirk on his face.

He glanced at his watch, not long at all now. "We'll head down soon as you're ready...and soon as I'm ready, too."

"Hey-" Sleipnir half grumbled when the other teased his hard blushing - only making it worse in the process. "And quit calling me cute-" he poked at the pups side.

Looking around the room for something, an anchor point, a distraction, something to help him figure it out, Orion blinked a few times and leaned away, "I thought you didn't mind cute." He didn't know why it bothered him, why it mattered, but he was still moving slower, still more raw than usual. Seeing Sleipnir react more to what Orion had said, it mattered. He'd noticed it. Liked it. "You know I meant it, right?" There was no artifice, sure Orion would tease, but in moments like that he preferred genuine. Even if that included terms like 'balls deep'.

"No no -" He leant forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek and cupping his face to keep him close. "I love cute. Maybe just..." He flushed to even think to say it. "...I don't consider fucking you buckwild a...cute thing." He shrugged. "Guess I'm more bashful then I realised." He ran a hand down his arm, wanting to be close all the same.

"You alright darling?" He asked, hands on his face to redirect his face to him. "Is it a moon thing? Or an...us thing?" He asked, not wanting the other to be uncomfortable again.

"Well...my sister almost certainly thinks we are being intimate." He clicked his tongue. "That aside, and the fact that she will not believe me when I tell her the truth...I'm feeling great." He hummed softly. "I'll feel better, when I bring my suit over for your expert hands." He fluttered his fingers as if the other was magical. "I'll be back." Sleipnir did a Jonny move, reaching and beeping the others nose before taking his leave.

He was maybe 40 minutes before he came back. He had his very wrinkled suit on a hanger, blue shoes in his hand. He was dressed in clean clothes where he had gone for a shower, hair still damp. But he smelt fresh, like mint and linen, tobacco imbedded into the clothes he was currently wearing. He had shaved, the scruff on his jaw now completely clean again.

"Halfway there."

Jonny scrunched his nose. He smiled to himself as Sleip left. He was very light on his feet for a six-foot-four man. It was good sign, at least. His nervousness seemed to have all but diminished. Jonny wished he could say the same. It wasn't that he wasn't happy. It had just been a while... Sleip knew it. He knew it. And Sleip was his friend first and foremost. He tried not to dwell as he finished off steaming his suit which probably didn't need it after all.

He hopped into the shower himself, readied himself with skincare, cologne, doing his hair and swapping his glasses for contacts. He had on his shirt, pants and shoes already - his tie and suit jacket left for the end.

Jonny turned at the door opening again and he gave Sleip a rather soft smile. He looked very smart. "You look very smart." He realised he could say these things now. "Handsome." He chuckled as he scrunched his nose up at the sight of the poor suit.

He hung up each piece separately and started to work on it dutifully, with practiced ease.

"Thank you." Sleip ignored his scrunched up face, taking a seat on the bed to watch the other expertly work. "How do you make this shit look easy?" He asked with a smirk, crossing his good leg over the bad, hands steadying himself on the bed.

"People keep giving me a weird smile, I think Helga is working faster then even I can consider." He hummed.

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there's a pang of humiliation in his weakness, gunning for the top spot against the sharp, angry sensation through his abdomen left by the still-present iron fire poker. armand's muscles feel too heavy, his fingers shaky when he'd tried to remove the offending object himself.

sleipnir is so close to him and while he knows he's helping, the scent of living blood is maddening. he's weakened, hungry, and can feel the small points of his fangs against his tongue.

he stills after some protest, ❝ fine, be quick with it. ❞ gratitude will come after. the petulance is unintended and far from graceful from a five hundred year old vampire, but his mind is on a single track, attempting to defend himself against feeling weak. it'll seem silly in the aftermath and perhaps more embarrassing than the fact he was in this situation to start with. too bad he's not yet there.

"Alright..." He exhaled. "One-"

He grabbed the poker and yanked hard and fast. A burning filled the air before it was free. Sleipnir dropped it, taking three - four - five big steps back from the other.

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Sleipnir blinked at the familiar face, not responding for a second or two too long before shaking his head. "No - I mean - yes I -" He closed his eyes, rubbing his face before gesturing to the car behind him. "There's ah um...there's a rattle. In the engine. Was wondering if someone could have a look at it for me, make sure its nothin too serious." He swallowed before finally dropping his hands, looking back to the other, the pit in his stomach not softening.

Orion titled his head to the side waiting for an answer, the other was staring at him as if expecting something, maybe they did know each other? Or meyba he just had them confused with someone else, it wasn't as if he was a one of a kind model.

No. It could not have been. Sleipnir had been like this before, mistaken older droids for...his droid. This was just like every other time he saw his face out there. It was strange. And not getting easier to swallow.

Before he could think to do anything else there was a knock on the door.

Ah right, the steamer.

"I got it." Sleipnir brought their hands to his mouth, pressing a closed mouth kiss to the back of Jonnys hand before reluctantly unfurling his fingers and pushing off of the bed towards the door. He took the small handheld steamer from the worker and thanked her as she left, about to close the door when he was met with a wild eyed redhead. "Helga-" She pushed his chest, beginning to tell him off for not answering his phone before her eyes dipped behind him - clocking Jonny on the bed. Her mouth fell open for a second before she apologised. "Helga it's not-" she kept cutting him off before reminding him to be ready by eleven, not letting her baby bother get a word in before running off down the hallway. "Helga!" Sleipnir leant out, called to the woman with a grumble before going back inside before closing it. Helga wouldn't gossip about this...would she?

"Here." Sleipnir looked at the steamer a bit bewildered, pressing the button a few times. "Helga says we've got to be ready by 11." He repeated as if he didn't see the whole thing himself.

Jonny looked down at their intertwined hands. It was maddening to think they could have maybe been doing this all along if they had gotten their shit together. But it wasn't too late, he supposed. If Sleip could be patient with him, if they talked to each other instead burying feelings, maybe it could work out, right?

He was interrupted in his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door. That would have been the steamer. He smiled at the way Sleipnir kissed the back of his hand. How did it all come so naturally to him?

Hearing the 'thank you' he assumed it was the steamer after all. Though he caught the eye of Helga, who saw him on the bed. Ah fuck. They hadn't even had chance to be on the same page and already Sleip's sister would think they were fucking. Great.

"Mmhm. I heard. Small room." He gestured with his hand with a sheepish chuckle. Jonny pressed his lips together and stood up, walking to take each his suit and shirt out of his wardrobe to hang up individually. Taking the steamer from Sleip, he filled it up with water and switched it on to let the element heat up.

Turning to Sleip, he smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Well...my sister almost certainly thinks we are being intimate." He clicked his tongue. "That aside, and the fact that she will not believe me when I tell her the truth...I'm feeling great." He hummed softly. "I'll feel better, when I bring my suit over for your expert hands." He fluttered his fingers as if the other was magical. "I'll be back." Sleipnir did a Jonny move, reaching and beeping the others nose before taking his leave.

He was maybe 40 minutes before he came back. He had his very wrinkled suit on a hanger, blue shoes in his hand. He was dressed in clean clothes where he had gone for a shower, hair still damp. But he smelt fresh, like mint and linen, tobacco imbedded into the clothes he was currently wearing. He had shaved, the scruff on his jaw now completely clean again.

"Halfway there."

Something he would keep to himself for now.

"Um..." He shrugged. "I dunno. We could kiss each other..." His eyes fell to the mans hands beside him. "You could wear your cute glasses and...I could make sure my suits are kept better." He offered Jonny his hand, fingers spread - hoping to interlock fingers if the other would agree. "Unless you want something else. I'm open minded.

Jonny chuckled. Why did it sound so simple? Then again, Sleipnir always made it sound so simple. So easy.

"Is this all just a ploy to kiss me again?" He chuckled, eyes meeting Sleip's with a gentle smile. "I can't promise I won't fuck up in some way, you know me." A little too well at this point. It was miraculous he even liked him that way after knowing him for over two years at this point. "Let's just take this day by day, okay? Step by step." He threaded his fingers through Sleip's open hand. A leap of faith.

Before he could think to do anything else there was a knock on the door.

Ah right, the steamer.

"I got it." Sleipnir brought their hands to his mouth, pressing a closed mouth kiss to the back of Jonnys hand before reluctantly unfurling his fingers and pushing off of the bed towards the door. He took the small handheld steamer from the worker and thanked her as she left, about to close the door when he was met with a wild eyed redhead. "Helga-" She pushed his chest, beginning to tell him off for not answering his phone before her eyes dipped behind him - clocking Jonny on the bed. Her mouth fell open for a second before she apologised. "Helga it's not-" she kept cutting him off before reminding him to be ready by eleven, not letting her baby bother get a word in before running off down the hallway. "Helga!" Sleipnir leant out, called to the woman with a grumble before going back inside before closing it. Helga wouldn't gossip about this...would she?

"Here." Sleipnir looked at the steamer a bit bewildered, pressing the button a few times. "Helga says we've got to be ready by 11." He repeated as if he didn't see the whole thing himself.

His smile calmed down following the bombardment of questions from the other. "...it hasn't happened yet." Sleip shrugged. "You're not gonna fuck anything up." Sleip reassured the other. "Yeah but - I could also call you names right now and the same thing happened. Anything can happen...we don't need to worry."

Jonny chuckled. They hadn't. One or both of them was always drunk or at least tipsy in some kind of way when they had kissed. It was juvenile. Unhealthy. Did that bode well for them, really?

He looked down at his coffee cup, finishing the contents silently as Sleipnir spoke. He supposed he was being cynical. That was Jonathan's approach to relationships. Be a cynic. The worse will happen. It usually did. But there was hope in Sleip's voice, it tugged at something in his chest.

That feeling brought him to his feet, taking him over to sit beside Sleipnir.

"So let's say we do give this a go... What would change?"

Something he would keep to himself for now.

"Um..." He shrugged. "I dunno. We could kiss each other..." His eyes fell to the mans hands beside him. "You could wear your cute glasses and...I could make sure my suits are kept better." He offered Jonny his hand, fingers spread - hoping to interlock fingers if the other would agree. "Unless you want something else. I'm open minded.

come here. no, come closer.

i saved you a seat.

your hands are freezing, can i hold them?

you know you're adorable when you're so sleepy, right?

you remembered?

i saw this and thought of you!

don't move, you look comfortable.

you always steal my shirts.

good morning, sleepyhead.

i like hearing you laugh.

can we stay like this a little longer?

you're lucky i love you.

you're blushing.

is this your way of asking me to stay?

i always look for you in a crowd.

you don't have to pretend aroud me.

you're my favorite person. you know that, right?

you make everything easier.

move over, i'm getting under the blanket, too.

you look good in my clothes.

home feels different when you're here.

you're my favorite part of the day.

there's that smile.

you make me happy. it's kind of annoying.

stay.

i love moments like this.

it feels like second nature to look for you first.

the room felt brighter when you walked in.

At the question, Sleipnir was dumbfounded. He blinked, a step forward but - stopped himself. He didn't want to scare Jonny.

"Okay - first of all - I wouldn't say that and mean it." The had a very teasing relationship. "And as for why..." He paused, sighing as he felt a warmth fill his throat. "I don't know - you make me feel good. You make me happy. You make me laugh and...I have a lot less bad days and - that is because of you." Sleipnir was chewing on his thumb now, a nervous rumbling in his belly that he was ignoring.

"I mean - we both like each other. I'm not saying - we need to rush or something I'm just saying we should be...open to the idea?" He shrugged softly. "You know...maybe we don't have to be blind drunk to kiss each other." He teased with a chuckle, but his nerves were sparking - he clasped his own hand to hide the twitch in his thumb.

There was a soft, tired smile on his face as Sleipnir spoke. He rested his face in his hand, elbow propped up to hold it. There was a fluttering in his chest. He hadn't felt it in a long time. He nodded slowly at his words. The same could have been said for Sleipnir. He often made him laugh. He adored the way the man put up with his antics. He liked having an anchor amongst the chaos.

"You have to admit I'm a great kisser even when I'm drunk, though." He chuckled obviously using humour to deflect somewhat. But it wasn't like he could go anywhere. This was the conversation they were having, right?

"What if it ruins the friendship? What we have already. I fuck up in some way inevitably and you never wanna see me again? Wouldn't that fucking suck?"

His smile calmed down following the bombardment of questions from the other. "...it hasn't happened yet." Sleip shrugged. "You're not gonna fuck anything up." Sleip reassured the other. "Yeah but - I could also call you names right now and the same thing happened. Anything can happen...we don't need to worry."

Fenrir stood, coming over to the table and taking three gulps of his own ale before reaching over the plate and grabbing at the smoked meat. He took it, chewing a large chunk out of it, remaining hunched over the table, looming over the young prince.

"Were you following me long, on the road?" Another of his little escapes from court, having heard tales of a new bard in a local tavern, and too impatient to wait for Sleipnir to accompany him- that was all it took to end up where he was.

He kissed back, unable to stop the small smile creeping over his face when the other complimented him heavily, causing his face to burn up pink. "Thanks darlin." He mumbled, a little bashful of the whole thing now. But he was so glad the other felt comfortable enough to talk to him about it.

"Of course not." He took Orions hands in his, turning his palm to kiss it. "Never again, you have my word." No demeaning language, he could work with that no problem. "And thank you for telling me, I know it was hard for you so...thank you." He leant forward, kissing Orions cheek.

"Fuck, you're so cute." Orion kissed him again and nosed against the blush, "You were just balls deep inside me and now you blush?" It wasn't the most romantic language, but it was him.

He scooted back against the headboard, and pulled Sleip with him. His body was still an uneven mess of red wash, and caked in sweat, and, well, he knew a shower would have to happen at some point. Right then, staying a little gross, staying coated in them, their smell, their sweat, together? It was better. It helped.

"Hey-" Sleipnir half grumbled when the other teased his hard blushing - only making it worse in the process. "And quit calling me cute-" he poked at the pups side.