𝚂𝙸𝙶𝚈𝙽 / 𝙵𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

The sides of his lips twitched upwards in a slight smile. “Rest assured, Your Highness. I am interested in what you are offering.” He stated in a gravelly tone before clearing his throat. Unbidden, the image of him placing a hand over hers came to his mind. Rumple had not the foggiest idea in hell why that came to him. But he shook it off.

“I am willing that you might see Mjolnir before we begin. And the moment I have acquired this skill to a level we are mutually pleased with, you may have it.” Rumplestiltskin turned slightly away from her, summoning the magical trinket into his hands.

Rumplestiltskin felt the weight of it not entirely unpleasantly. It was a heavy trinket, but one with great power. Rumplestiltskin had attempted once to use it to find his son, it hadn’t worked out. At the end of the attempt, it became all too clear that the only way he would see his son again was through the Dark Curse.

And so Rumplestiltskin had allowed Regina to cast it.

It had wounded him severely to find that Belle was no longer living. He’d found out right before the curse took over, calling upon every magic he knew that could find her. It hadn’t.

Rumplestiltskin hadn’t let himself grieve up until then; it had to have been a trick from the queen. And yet, it appeared to be true. Belle was dead. And it was all his fault. He’d choked back a sob, just thinking about it.

This was neither the time nor the place for his grief, however.

“Do we have a deal, Your Highness?” He asked, breaking himself from his thoughts to ask the question on both their minds.

The amount of time that had stretched between their knowledge of the other, had become irrelevant to Sigyn. Moments before, she could’ve counted down to the second of how long they knew each other but now, she felt as though no time was more relevant than watching what she assumed was pain fleet across the man’s eyes. It took everything within her to halt her impulse to comfort him; to stop herself from reaching out and placing her fingers on his face and aiming his eyes back at her. She was painfully curious about him; what had caused that pain? was it something or someone? It seemed, beyond either of their control, something connected them and she could feel it. She could also feel that whatever was playing with them, destiny or fate, it was having a fun time. 

His question tore her from her own thoughts, drawing her to finally let her eyes fall to the Hammer in their presence. A feeling of both relief and shock crossed her. Was it really the hammer she’d seen her King wield so many times? Her hand reached out and grazed the star-hearted metal. The energy it exuded was incredible. Yes, this was Mjolnir. Her shock followed after her relief; the price he labeled on it was definitely a challenge. But she was confident. Any price was worth it. Though, part of her wondered if he’d been an awful dealer, would she feel so...at ease, and excited to be obligated to stay for a while? The deal, while time-wise, was frightening and she had a face, was causing an internal smile.

Surely, she sounded a fool; her realm was in grave danger. But fate usually always waited until opportune moments struck. But that was how she felt. What could she do? 

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For a moment, Rumplestiltskin is taken back to the time when he was tearing the worlds apart to find his son. He winced minutely, thinking of how far he still had to go to get to his son. Baelfire was currently a patient at the Storybrooke General Hospital; in a coma.

Rumplestiltskin hesitated. “You can do this?” The disbelief was perhaps not warranted for the Goddess, but Rumplestiltskin felt it was easier to rely on his instinct as usual; it was currently telling him she was a liar.

“How am I meant to learn this, exactly, Your Highness?” he asked, plastering a small smile onto his face that he hoped wasn’t too menacing. This woman, Goddess… Royal highness… Whatever she was, she was beginning to earn his grudging respect. 

It was not an easy feat to achieve, and yet..

In the silence that stretched between them, Sigyn couldn’t help but allow a curious expression come over her. She half-assumed he was disinterested in her offer, but before she could rack her brain for another option he spoke. The way he spoke, for reasons she was unsure of, made her curious about the man.  Something told her that behind that smile, wasn’t just a man with magical trinkets in his possession, he was someone that had a reason for the things he did and very few were like this. Did he have something he wanted? or someone? She could sense between them a sense of respect and chemistry that Sigyn’s own homeworld, nor the likes of her ex-husband, thought she worthy of, despite the things she’d done and sacrifices she made for them. 

“I very much can, Man of Magic. Crossing realms if how I came here...if I used another method, my entrance wouldn’t have been as quiet.” She offered, giving him a gentle smile. “I used this spell to create a portal, to search through dimensions of realms for a specific version of Mjolnir.”

Her own smile that responded to his lifted up her cheeks again. “Well, for starters; magic comes differently from different types of realms and behaves differently. Yours is designed that nature demands a price for things to be equal between its requester and nature.” Using her hands, she flipped to a blank page in her spell book where a tree and a silhouetted figure stood in front of the other. “That’s usually because that type of magic demands something outside the design of nature. However, there are forms of magic more accommodated to what nature is and conforms to nature. Realms have doorways, whether we see them or not. Doorways to one another. But when we create a door, rather than demand one, nature is a bit more forgiving. I mastered this spell several hundreds of years ago. I’m confident I can teach it to you. That is if you’re even interested in it. If not, I’m sure there’s some other way.” 

Rumplestiltskin finally spared another withering glance to Sigyn. “What could possibly be equal to the worth of the Mjolnir?” He trilled a laugh, shaking his head with regret. “I do not see yet why I must trade with you at all, My Lady.” He said, though his voice was not without the level of kindness necessary to appeal to her. “Give me a reason to lose this relic.”

WHAT DID YOU JUST MAKE ME WITNESS WITH MY OWN TWO EYES

are…. is this serious? are you genuinely serious? do you think blocking a racist protects poc? do you think blocking pedophiles protects actual children? because it doesn’t. it fucking doesn’t. how dare you reduce people attempting to PROTECT others and themselves down to nothing more than “bullying”. this isn’t a playground and this shit doesn’t exist in a vacuum. calling out predators who actually contribute to a bigger picture where people actually die and actually get abused and actually suffer isn’t bullying. it isn’t drama. it isn’t dashboard nonsense. it’s necessary to keep people safe.

it’s not bullying to callout a fucking pedophile. jesus christ. stop giving a platform to abusers.

take your ridiculously upright morality and shove it where the sun don’t shine. this place shouldn’t be fucking safe for predators and abusers. if you think it should be, then fuck off.

“I know what it’s called.” Rumplestiltskin returned, his signature smirk on his face as he glanced at the woman. She’d called herself Sigyn, if he’d been listening correctly. Which, he might not have been. But he wasn’t going to let on about that. He hummed, planting his hands down on the glass counters of his shop. “What’s in it for me, dearie?” he raised his eyebrows in challenge.