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Heaven Above?..
âWell, unless you want to. Then you can tell me over and over, over and overâŠâ she murmured, planting kisses on his neck and chest with each âoverâ.
Gabriel hummed lowly. âHow come in not allowed to do that but you are?â He smirked, âalthough Iâm not complaining.â
"And what did I forbide you, eh?" the propthed teased, running her hand through her hair and looking him into the eyes.
People should do more âmeet uglyâ and less âmeet cuteâ. For example.
âI broke your nose at a mosh pitâ AU
âI hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospitalâ AU
âYou were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled âDrive!ââ AU
âYou punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friendâ AU
âYou laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly humping you while performing the Heimlich maneuverâ AU
âWe met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shameâ AU
âI get really sick on roller-coasters and you had the misfortune of sitting in front of me so, uh⊠sorryâŠâ AU
âYouâre the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught meâ AU
âI work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time Iâm going to stuff it down your throatâ AU
âYou broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friendâs house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so weâre goodâ AU
âMy new dealer has friended me on Facebook and Iâm unsure of how to react to thatâ AU
âYou saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucksâ AU
âThis is a five-hour-long plane ride, weâre sitting together and youâre deathly afraid of flyingâ AU
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Never Go Home
Baldur briefly covered his eyes from a vicious gush, then grabbed the rope again âI will make sure you get it back!â that sword was a heirloom. As a free woman, she had the right to it.
Maisie hair blinded her again, just like with the time before, when she was caught. âThe sail needs to be tied if we donât want to lose it!â She yelled over the storm. âFrom up top. Gimme a boost up!â
Baldur obeyed and lifted her up to the sail. In the ship, a good teamwork was one of the most important factors.
Maisie gripped the wet sail, trying not to fall as she worked. She started to slip for a second, crying out. After she regained her grip, however, the sail was secure and she climbed back down to Baldur.
"Good job" Baldur smirked. "To North!" The warriors cried out and the ships slowly moved away from the shores of England, raging tides tossing them towards home.
"They're no good for you"
âYou donât know that.â Maisie snapped at the demon, crossing her arms, âYouâre just jealous I like spending time with them.â
âAnd why canât you see they are not just being! They insist on our people reading the⊠Bible on every possible occasion!â
Maisie growled, âYouâre impossible!â She threw her hands into the air. âWhat are you going to do? Enslave me again because I like to learn from them?â
âNo! How can you even think that up! But you may fall out from Ranâs favor! Then I can never⊠forget it!â The young viking growled and walked away.
Maisie groaned again, curious but not going after him. Instead, she worked at polishing her fatherâs blade. Itâs been a godsend since Baldur returned it to her. She wanted to know things. Why could t he see that?
Baldur jumped onto a horse and rode away. He had to clear his mind, soar the forest with fire springing from under his steed's hooves like sparks would fly from under the eight hooves of Sleipnir.
"You don't see that, do you?" Sygin sighed, leaning at the wall with arms crossed over her chest.
Runaway
â youâre safe now. Itâs okay. Iâm right here. Youâre awake,â he said, trying to comfort his guest. â how old are you?â
Kjetil blinked "Twenty... twenty three..." Kjetil mumbled. He started the path of satanism and black metal at the age of fifteen. At eighteen, they started to torture him. Only now the young man realized he had been their slave for five years.
Never Go Home
Baldur briefly covered his eyes from a vicious gush, then grabbed the rope again âI will make sure you get it back!â that sword was a heirloom. As a free woman, she had the right to it.
Maisie hair blinded her again, just like with the time before, when she was caught. âThe sail needs to be tied if we donât want to lose it!â She yelled over the storm. âFrom up top. Gimme a boost up!â
Baldur obeyed and lifted her up to the sail. In the ship, a good teamwork was one of the most important factors.
"They're no good for you"
âYou donât know that.â Maisie snapped at the demon, crossing her arms, âYouâre just jealous I like spending time with them.â
âAnd why canât you see they are not just being! They insist on our people reading the⊠Bible on every possible occasion!â
Maisie growled, âYouâre impossible!â She threw her hands into the air. âWhat are you going to do? Enslave me again because I like to learn from them?â
"No! How can you even think that up! But you may fall out from Ran's favor! Then I can never... forget it!" The young viking growled and walked away.
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Elena nodded âThank youâŠâ the prophet said quietly. Now she was completely sure something in the bunker did no go well with her. She had never, ever had two strikes in a row. âWhen do we leave?..â the sooner the better. A part of Elena could not stand having to be escorted around like a cargo damsel in distress, but she was not stupid, knowing her situation, no need to mention her condition right now. She of course was aware much about the current kind of Hell, and did not fear him the slightest. Knowing Hastur, no demon would dare to harm⊠well, technically, a Duchess of Hell.
Crowley nodded curtly and gathered up the prophet before exiting the room. Â The demon managed to find abandoned corridors that would lead him to where he needed to go. Â He loaded Elena into the Bentley and snuck out of the bunker. Â He was sure that the Winchesters would tear him a new one when he got back but at least he was giving the girl to the only other demon that knew the location of the Men of Letters bunker.
Elena followed Crowley through the corridors without a word. She was too weary, and had to focus on not collapsing. The prophet's legs and brain felt like cotton. At least she will get away from this bunker and from the stupid Winchesters. At least she could be sure Hastur won't set them on fire after he learne the whole story. The Duke will listen to his lover. She leaned at the seat of the Bunker "Those Winchesters... treat you like last maggot. I would consider if it's worthy bending to their wishes. They were intruders, not you" Elena just had to say that. Who could even look at the situation without getting sick in the process?
Never Go Home
Baldur briefly covered his eyes from a vicious gush, then grabbed the rope again "I will make sure you get it back!" that sword was a heirloom. As a free woman, she had the right to it.
"They're no good for you"
âYou donât know that.â Maisie snapped at the demon, crossing her arms, âYouâre just jealous I like spending time with them.â
"And why can't you see they are not just being! They insist on our people reading the... Bible on every possible occasion!"
Never Go Home
Baldur had not been taken aback by his adoptive motherâs actions. The young viking knew Ran too well. She was not unwise to make mindless assumptions. The Earl was testing Maisie. The girl had no idea on what narrow edge of a knife was she walking. She could end up both in great favor and in lifetime mockery. Or just a common girl that Ran did not mind at all. The warrior was too unpredictable to guess what may happen.
Baldur nodded and grabbed one of the ropes.
Maisie was somewhat skilled with sails, her father turned into a fisherman after he left the other Vikings. As she heaved at the rope she looked at Baldur, âI have a question for you.â
"Speak, just hurry up" Baldur yelled. A storm was coming, Thor desired to play them a challenge. They had little time before the journey began once again.
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Runaway
â breathe. Itâs okay. You were having a nightmare I think,â he said, brushing his fingers through the otherâs hair.
Kjetil fud not even realize he leaned into the touch, desperately seeking comfort in his misery. "Yes... I... I think so...".
Runaway
Armand rushed to his side, shaking him gently. â hey. Wake up. Itâs okay. Wake up!â
Kjetil jumped with a loud, frantic gasp, tearing his eyes open, breathing rapid and shallow.
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Runaway
Armand once more took post to keep watch of the man. He knew vaguely what Kjetil was going through. He too had been abused and he had endured withdrawals.
Kjetil laid like dead for a while, but then suddenly began convulsing and whimpering in pain or fear.
"They're no good for you"
âYou donât know that.â Maisie snapped at the demon, crossing her arms, âYouâre just jealous I like spending time with them.â
âAnd what do they know that we donât?â Baldurâs eyes inflamed âDo you really think they are wiser than, Jörmungand, Guardian of Yggdrasil and the Nine Realms? And heâs only one example!â
âHe is not a mortal!â Maisie crossed her arms, âThey are. We are. Why are you so stubborn Baldur?â
âBecause you wouldnât quit assuming those Christians are wiser than us!â Baldur growled âWhy is that, because they write on paper? Itâs no fifferent than writing on stone!â
âI do not assume they are wiser than us.â Her hand twitches to go to her sword but she calmed it, âBut I do note that they might have things to teach us like we have things to teach them.â
"So we might even accept their teachings and offer them ours if thet quit trying tu lure us into their religion!" Baldur grunted. It was irritating that she could not just see his point.
