#thisonehurt

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

also a silly headcannon~

law got D E A T H tattooed on his hands because he feels as if Corazons death is his hands…

I can’t believe we made it this far, but here we are—chapter 13 is LIVE!! And let me tell you… this one hits. Tension? ✅ Emotions? ✅ A certain someone being an idiot but in a painfully relatable way? ✅✅

If you’ve been following this fic, you do not want to miss this chapter. And if you just found it… well, now’s the perfect time to binge.

💥 Read it here: [https://archiveofourown.org/works/63170614/chapters/163031371]

The portal ripped open and at once the two men were met with the all to familiar smell of fire and blood. At once, Adamar’s heart sank as through the smoke he could see Solstice smoldering. Varsen and Adamar traded glances for a brief moment as both had something at stake here. Swords were drawn and the two sprinted into the ruins of the small northern Village by the sea. Adamar knew exactly where he was heading to first, the sight of his house smoking sent a chill down his spine and his heart sank. “Light, don't you do this to me. Not again.” He said through gritted teeth. A firm hand suddenly halted him and slammed him against a wall that still remained. Varsen was quick to gesture silence as he pointed up into the clouds. The sound of wings echoed over the crackling of wood before a shadow passed over them. Dragon. “Stay low, stay quiet. I know brother... but be calm.” Varsen clapped his hand over the back of Adamar’s head and pulled him in roughly, pressing their foreheads together. “Go. Find your family, I’ll find Astrid.” Adamar took a deep breath to steady himself, nodding firmly to the much larger man. “Go.”

The two split up then, going in opposite ways through the village. Adamar kept to the ruins of the houses, making his way as swiftly as he could towards his house. He stopped in his tracks though, sword lashing out as he rounded a corner to come face to face with a dragon. His blade bit deep, and only then did he realize... the beast was already dead. Moving around the corpse, he gave pause at what he beheld. Several dragons and Vy’krul lay scattered around the ground, circling a single point. In the middle laid a giant of a man and a large dire wolf. Both were burnt and battered and clearly it had been a last stand. Adamar looked around slowly once more before striding forward to kneel and place a hand atop Volkens chest. “You were a stubborn bastard... but I will miss you. Know that you have not gone unwitnessed, Volken Eldrson. I will tell the world of your prowess.” He felt the hot stream of a tear running down his cheek. “Never will you be forgotten, Brother. Feast well, and save me a seat. We will meet again someday.” He fought back the grief welling in his chest as he gave the mans chest one more pat and pressed on.

So many faces of those he had come to know as family lay scattered across the ground the closer he drew to his house. His pace quickened as the panic only continued to build in his chest. Caution was thrown to the wind as he cried out. “Synna?! Synna?! Baby, where are you?!” His steps carried him up the hill, the smoking roof of his house just at the top. More than once he stumbled, his breathing growing frantic. “Synna?! Gale?! Light, don't do this to me!” He reached the top of the hill and his world fell apart around him.

“NOO! Synna, gods please no!” His sword fell from his grasp as he ran and fell to his knees at the side of the white haired woman who was his wife. The bodies of Vy’krul lay scattered about the front of their house and not one had made it past her. “Baby, no no no.” He scooped her body up into his arms and shook her gently under the chin. “Synna, wake up. Don't do this to me, please!” Her wounds were many and crimson stained her snowy white hair. “Wake up, baby.... please.” Light began to glow about his form as tears streamed down his face. “Don't take her from me, don't you take her from me!” In the dim of the smoke, he shone like a beacon. The light poured into Synna lifeless body for a time, and yet she did not stir. “.....S-synna.”

The light died in that moment and all the world felt dark. “My moon... I should have been here.” He held her to his chest tightly as his entire body began to shake. A firm hand found his shoulder once more, squeezing tightly. “We will have time to mourn, brother. You will be strong, for your sons sake.” Adamar pressed his forehead tightly to Synna’s and kissed her.... one last time. Softly, he laid her back upon the earth and forced himself to part from her side. The door to their house was open, and inside... he found only darkness and an empty crib.