Prince William Maximoff

"What are you doing," he breathed, not yet releasing the emperor, wary of what he might do next. “Why aren’t you attacking? Are you wearing me down so you can strike me when I’m tired? Where…Where are your guards, why are you here?"

His face was all pink, and not all from anger.

So William broke his promise to his mother to behave and lost himself to the whims of his magic. It coiled and ballooned into a force to be reckoned with, shooting straight off William’s fingers and exploding onto the monster’s chest.

"What are you doing," he breathed, not yet releasing the emperor, wary of what he might do next. "Why aren't you attacking? Are you wearing me down so you can strike me when I'm tired? Where...Where are your guards, why are you here?"

"Get out or you’re going to learn which of us twins is really the one people should be afraid of," he said, voice low, fingers still twirling tendrils of magic.

So William broke his promise to his mother to behave and lost himself to the whims of his magic. It coiled and ballooned into a force to be reckoned with, shooting straight off William's fingers and exploding onto the monster's chest.

It was already deep in the night when a certain hybrid made his way to the balcony of the quarters he had been given. The view from here was as excellent as the rooms he was living in, but Dor-Vell only allowed himself to shortly revel in the sight and the luxurious atmosphere. Unnoticed by his guards (Noh-Varr was gone for some unknown reason, but Dor-Vell trusted him beyond anything and so he wouldn’t question why), the young emperor spread his wings and as silently as possible, flew around the palace. Being trained years and years in both Kree and Skrull military as well as his rare genepool gave him abilities that only close friends knew about, namely only Noh-Varr and Xavin. It did cost him to be invisible while flying, but it helped to stay unnoticed while he searched for prince William’s quarters. * One full hour later, Dor-Vell finally found what he had been searching for. He would never have found him though if it hadn’t been for the Prince staying on his balcony, staring at the nightsky. As quietly as possible, the emperor landed behind him, eyes trained on the slim form now hidden beneath some robe that covered probably only William’s sleeping clothes. His future husband’s twin brother was a beauty, really. So was Thomas, but Thomas was more of a wildfang, a young lion if you could compare them to Earth animals, whereas Billy was more of a danger from the dark, some jaguar hiding in the dark, ready to strike at any moment. Again, there were those thoughts about William unleashing his anger at him and the chance of that being so very… palpable right now had the emperor’s heartrate rise slightly. He decided to talk before William noticed. He was intruding, that was for sure, maybe even a bit provoking. "My prince", he said, voice soft but serious at the same time. When William whirled around and glared at him, Dor-Vell simply said, "Make me pay."

"Get out or you're going to learn which of us twins is really the one people should be afraid of," he said, voice low, fingers still twirling tendrils of magic.

Not really, but Dor-Vell understood the notion and nodded slightly, eyes wandering from his defiant to-be-husband to the angry twin brother. There was something utterly enticing about the way the little human’s hands curled up in anger, barely concealed behind manners that had been stomped into the boy’s behaviour ever since his birth. He followed Magnus who then called over some servant to bring the guests to their rooms. One thing was clear though, both princes were entirely unhappy with what was to come and they held him responsible for it. The young emperor held back a little sigh. Seemed like some amazing weeks to look forward too…… * The banquet was anything but a happy occasion. The seatings had been arranged previously and so, Dor-Vell had to sit down right next to his to-be-husband, facing Noh-Varr who sat next to Billy who was on the opposite side of the table from Tommy. Hate laid thickly in the air between them, but everyone kept themselves contained. The chairs were a little problem though, Dor-Vell plus his wings were a bit too big to properly sit down which caused a bit of an effort and had the emperor simply shift himself a bit smaller and wingless. While food was served, Dor-Vell had to smalltalk with Magnus mainly which he mastered professionally. He too had been educated into court manners, even if good court manners at the Skrull court contained killing your opponent if he disagreed with you. The weirdest thing though was the metal sticks with which you had to pick up your food. Dor-Vell had some problems with grabbing them properly, and even then he wasn’t wielding them as expected of him. William glared at him as if he was an abomination of some sort. Food was also rather… unique, but tasty. If it hadn’t been for all the negative emotions towards him coming mainly from the twins (but Dor-Vell also had the feeling both the twins’ mother and their uncle seemed displeased), he could actually have looked forward to his stay on Earth. When the dining ended and dessert was served to them, the lights in the hall darkened a bit and the gathered royals were presented with a little show of skillful mutants who displayed their abilities in a little play. At some point during the show, Dor-Vell’s attention wandered to his to-be-husband next to him and how he, instead of at the actors, stared at Noh-Varr. The emperor, happy to have found something to talk about, leaned over a little. “I’m pleased to see you’re enjoying the sight of my Kree emissary." On the other side of the table, Billy turned his head which confused Dor-Vell a little since he had rather thought that Noh would react, after all he had enhanced hearing, but instead, the dark-haired prince glared at him even harder for being so close to his brother. Blue eyes met chocolate brown ones once again, and this time, Dor-Vell really stared back. William seemed like one of those wild and very exotic Kha’ranian raptors, with all of his seething anger. It supplied the hybrid with fantasies of what William would unleash on him if he wasn’t bound to rules like that. And those fantasies definitely had it in them, especially if taken into consideration Dor-Vell was half Skrull and Skrulls were known to enjoy violence.

At Dor-Vell’s words, he frowned, raising an eyebrow in silent question at his superior.

He wasn’t even aware of it, not until the guy spoke, which got him to turn his attention away from him and look up at his future spouse with narrowed eyes, not replying to it, only letting a ‘hmpf’ out in response. Had he voiced his opinion on it it would’ve been close to ‘whatever’, but then again he didn’t feel like chit-chatting.

Various eyes bulged at his  ehavior, most believing he had gone mad for it was always the fairer twin with the penchant for disobedience. Seeing William flail and raise his voice left them gaping.

today’s Chibi-OTP: Tommy and Noh-Varr. BD Being the bitchy boyfriends in denial they are. Next I’ll probably draw Kon and Tim.

Xavin and Noh-Varr had exchanged a glance behind him and the young emperor didn’t need to see it to know about it. But when the shuttle landed and the door slid to the side and Earth greeted them with bright sunlight, reflected on the white marble of Genosha’s castle, Dor-Vell’s expression and posture was entirely stable, truly befitting an emperor. He took a moment until his eyes had adjusted to the light (other might mistaken it for glorious posing) before he stepped outside of the vessel, followed by Noh and Xavin, to meet Genosha’s king. And the princes. Dor-Vell did his best to not stare at them too much. He was a bit surprised by the two of them looking almost identical, except for their hair and eyes. Twins were another of those things only humankind produced naturally and hence fascinating to both Kree and Skrull. Next to looking identically handsome, they both presented themselves with expressions that told tales of what they thought about the entire situation. While his supposed husband, Thomas, didn’t even look at him and instead glared at Noh for a second before averting his gaze, the other prince (William his name, if Dor-Vell remembered correctly) stared at him with open hate burning in his eyes. Both king and emperor were standing in front of each other now. Magnus was by far no tiny man, but Dor-Vell was almost a head taller than him. "King Magnus", Dor-Vell nodded slightly at Magnus in acknowledgement, “Thank you for your invitation." The gesture was returned and formalities including careful smalltalk was exchanged between the two rulers. Magnus led his guest towards the palace, William and Thomas together with Xavin and Noh-Varr following them. They arrived in the palace, Dor-Vell humbly admired the castle and the city they had seen earlier, and patiently waited for Magnus to introduce the princes to him. "Emperor", he finally began and a hand landed on William’s shoulder, urging him forward, “May I introduce my second-oldest grandson to you, William Magnus." It was not a question, but it wasn’t necessary anyway. Curious blue eyes met brown ones, so dark with hatred it almost had Dor-Vell look away. Instead, he held the gaze and didn’t break it as he took the prince’s hand and kissed it softly. That was what Earthlings did, right? The Supreme Intelligence had not informed him though that this was a procedure only performed between male and female and so he simply executed what he had learned, earning himself an amused look from Magnus. "A pleasure, Prince William", Dor-Vell said with his weird accent, before straightening again and awaiting Thomas’ introduction. His future husband still didn’t look at him, in fact he looked pointedly away and Dor-Vell was very aware of the little jab to the side the prince’s grandfather gave him for his behaviour. "My oldest grandson, you might remember him from the pictures we sent", the prince’s lip twitched visibly at that, “Thomas." The boy didn’t give him his hand, so the young Emperor was at a bit of a loss. Instead though, he just bowed his head deeply. "A pleasure to meet you at last, Thomas", he said softly.

He had no place to speak as emissary, not yet anyway. His council was for Dor-Vell and in this situation, he had nothing to say.

William had plenty of ideas where the food could be stuffed up into, but he obliged his grandfather's grip.