Myth(ros)'s Realm

Well, I’m still alive!^^

Even managed  a small side project in four chapters, where Lucette gets reincarnated as female Tony Stark and Myth as Loki.

That turned out a bit longer than expected. But then you need a bit of a background and world building for soulmate AUs.

Have fun with that one.^^

050 - Breaking the Rules

There were many rules applying to a princess. Social ones, etiquette and sometimes simply expectations about how a princess currently had to behave. There were always witnesses for behavior. Family, servants, chaperons or maybe even guests.

Currently there was no one outside of Myth. And the level of freedom that added to their interaction was exhilerating like the first time she had channeld magic freely in an appropriate open space.

There were no roaming hands or deep kisses belonging into back alleys. Lucette was no fan of there things. But despite everything Myth was clingly and just like herself loved to be close enough to her for touch. Holding each other. Being closer than was approopriate. Kisses were a rare thing, both were not quite sure how to add to their current relationship.

But both needed the touch. The contact. No matter the rules, expectations or opinions. Touch made it real, where words were simply lacking.

"Princess, I think your pet knight is catching up on something," Mythros' voice was calm, as he put the book away. A clear indication that the time was up soon. "And he may be planning to murder me."

"Fritz isn't my pet," she glared at him and then turned away again to glance down at the streets below them. "And don't be stupid. There is no reason for him to do anything to you."

"The king is also getting suspicious, how no one is able to find you, whenever he plans to have you interact with the new family members and how you always no of it beforehand. Especially when you're just 'taking a stroll through the gardens'," her father's advisor continued. "And you're underestimating your pet knight's protectiveness."

Lucette gave him a short glare and then demonstratively turned her face up and away, snubbing him. He only chuckled and she wanted to glare at him again.

He had only dared to call her adorable to her face once. But she knew he was thinking it.

"I don't think your father would object to us spending time together. He may even prefer it to you holing yourself up alone," the man finally said. "But they're starting to notice."

It made Lucette want to snarl how strangers intruded on her ordered life.

"We're not doing anything forbidden," she grumbled.

"We're on a roof outside the palace, I transported us to via magic," the witch's voice was flat.

"And keeping us hidden with it as well," she added. But she knew what he was talking about. She was the only one in the palace knowing that he had magic.

But she didn't want people intruding even further on her life than her stepsiblings already did. Didn't want to share these breaks she got from the palace and the whispers floating in the hallways. But Emelaigne was insistent on tracking her down to spend time with her. As such her disappearances were no longer as unnoticed as she wished.

But this was hers. Her choice. Her decision. And she didn't want it taken away. Myth had never said that he was a witch specifically but fairies weren't hiding what they were.

Her father was also not ranting against witches ever second or third day.

"It's time to go back," he said.

You aren’t a bother. If writing was a bother, my ask box wouldn’t be open.

108 - Moonlight

The moon was bright in the sky, turning the room into a strange pattern of shadows and strange patches of white and different shades of gray.

And Myth couldn’t sleep. He had fallen asleep, woken up, due to a nightmare, he couldn’t remember clearly anymore and then had found himself laying awake, heart still beating to fast, thoughts still running. Normally, he would have gotten up, left the bed and found himself a book. There was always paperwork in his office, waiting to ge finished.

But he wasn’t alone and there wasn’t paperwork needed to distract himself from these feelings anymore.

His Princess, to be his Queen (always his Goddess, but he had the feeling, she wouldn’t react well to that title) was still asleep, the moonlight illuminating her form.

He didn’t dare to cast a mage light, she had proven before that she was sensitive enough to notice, even when asleep and it was enough that he was awake. And the moon was bright enough anyway.

He watched her for a bit, before he carefully reached out and grabed her hand. Both of them didn’t sleep well too close to each other. As nice as the feeling was, it felt restrictive to sleep like that. Trapped.

It was enough if the other one was there when they woke up, not that they slept together often. The king just wasn’t sure how to find a chaperon that could keep a good eye on them, regarding how both of them could magically change places.

092 - Die for you

'I would die for you.' Why was that sentence deemed so romantic, used as a declaration of love, when the reality about it was so terrifying?

Myth had never said these words, never indicated anything in that direction. They both hadn't known, what exactly was going on between them. Unsure, how to define it, fearing how pushing it further may change it into something suffocating.

She had never said these words either.

But during that one moment were Alcaster had managed to break free from the fight where Karma and Fritz were trying to subdue him, set in his decision to make the reason for his coup failing disappear-!

Lucette had only noticed what happened when the blood was already soaking through her clothes and Waltz was pulling her away so Rumpel could go about his work.

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053 - Keeping a Secret

Keeping a secret was easy, if there was no one to share it with. Myth had always made sure that his secrets were all his own. No witnesses to his magic. No one seeing through his glamour.

But this, this was a different kind of secret. A delicate game of hide and seek, right under the nose of the Lucis bearer, the traitor, the king and Alcaster.

Not that he was much better than the traitor now. And even for the same reason.

He had never been so relieved to have been able to convince the princess to keep quiet about his magic (he had needed to show her the Crystallum for that) than when she had revealed herself to him, through the glamour the fairy bearer had cast.

The in a maid outfit was scandalous. And amusing. Not that he would ever admit that to her face. Just because she was much more stable about her favour than her mother didn't mean he needed to risk her goodwill.

And she was letting him close enough, to run his fingers through her hair, trusting him to keep Alcaster in check and Varg on a leash. She hadn't been happy about the curse, but it was better than letting the knight disappear, just because Alcaster was an idiot.

And they even had a good alibi already thought up for him as well. The king was letting of regular rants about witches after all. The late queen was visibly enclosed in the crystal and the fairy leader may not want to keep that a secret and they didn't need to lead revenge seekers straight to the Tenebrarum.

Only revealing his identity just before the birthday would be much safer than giving stupid humans a chance to damage the crystal in panic at seeing Hildyr.

Nothing to be sorry about.^^If you like the pairing, you may wanna check out my fanfic Bloodlines over at Ao3. It has a slow start, but builds up to that pairing.

014 - Smile

There was a smile on her face. It was strange to think that it was directed at him. For him. Caused by him. He couldn’t remember how it started exactly, a random spontaneous act on his part. A slight against the king, who had just ended another rant against witches.

And somehow it had ended with him gaining something for himself, not a whim of his Queen, but a decision of the princess by herself. She had been angry, when he had told her truth behind locked doors, but he had weathered her anger, her fury and  in the end it had softened into something else, built on stable foundations instead of a card house to crumble down as soon as another person folded and told her the truth.

She was his, as he was hers. More hers than his. The truth about him was more disastrous than the truth about her, which wad widely known.

071 - Obsession

The crystal was slightly glowing, just like always. His queen was safely enclosed, sleeping like she had for the last months. Months he had spent busy to assure the success of the task she had given him

There was no way, he was going to fail. Failure wasn’t tolerated. He was the only apprentice now. The loyal one. He would work on freeing her and succed and she would praise him, acknowledge that he was the better student.

71 - Obession

Sometimes Myth couldn’t resist looking at the princess, like he looked at the portrait of his queen.

Imagening her looking at him and him alone.

She looked so much like her mother as well, the same hair, regal composure and a grace befitting her standing.

And utterly beautiful as well.

Myth knew better than imagening any kind of relationship with his queen. She was his teacher, his mentor, his savior as well. But she was also married -if only to gain access to the royal resources- and didn’t bother with any kind of familial relationships outside her daughter.

A daughter who was slowly maturing into something looking enough like her mother that it was easy to not feel the disgust for her, he had initially felt upon learning of her contact with Waltz and still different enough that he was very aware that she wasn’t his queen.

But she would be a queen at one point as well…

Myth was hoping she would be his by then, an allowance from her and a reward from his queen at the same time.

117 - Chains

Sometimes Myth wondered what would have been, if his promise to his queen hadn’t chained him to the palace after she had entered the Crystallum. No physical chains, just himself and his wants, wishes and hopes, but still chains, binding him to this place he hated, now that there were humans freely walking around here.

He wasn’t sure if he would have preferred physical chains. It would have made it easier to resist sending curses at these useless beings badmouthing his queen.

At least they did so quiety, less the princess overhear them.

The crown princess was also a chain in a way. He was bound to her immediate surroundings and needed her close for her eighteenth birthday, so she could free her mother.

So many bindings...

099 - Solitude

Myth reveledin being alone after a long day of play-pretend to be someone else. Someone,who didn't appreciate what his Queen had done. Someone with no connection toher.

The solitudewas calming, relaxing even. No need to keep his feelings from his face, no needto keep the glamour as strong. No need for the mask.

He knew howlong he would need to hold out. The princess birthday was arriving and passingand the next one was going to happen one year after that. But still not the onehe wanted. He needed her eighteenth one.

Until thenhe couldn't slip up, not even in front of Alcaster, who only knew he was a witchand not as fond of the king as he pretended.

111 - Coward

Myth was very sure that most of the knights and other people obsessed with waving swords around would call him a coward. But there was simply no reason he could think off to knowingly put himself into harms way! And why should he enter a fight he knew wouldn't end well for him? That was simply being stupid.

Running from danger you couldn't fight was a viable strategy to prolong your own life, it had already worked during the witch hunts after all. And even kept him saver than hoping that these stupid humans would simply leave him alone, just because he really wished they would.

060 - Rejection

Rejection was a matter of attachment. If you weren’t attached to someone, the rejection didn’t matter. Which was also why Myth didn’t bother getting attached to anyone while hiding under a glamour.

The only on, whose rejection mattered, was his queen. But she would have no reason to reject him as her student, now that Waltz was a traitor. He would be the one, who ensured her return, the loyal apprentice. The one that stayed, even if leaving would have been easy with no one knowing he survived.