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Sleipnir Lokison lI Sleipnir Winther
OC / multishipper / multiverse / Semi-Selective / 25+
Sleipnir nodded. At least they could agree on that. Sleipnir did not want to be killed, and Kayden did not want to kill him.
Sleipnir nodded when the other tested the ropes. "Good." When the other agreed to being tucked in Sleipnir was taken aback a little. He was joking about the ideal but - how could he say no now?
Sleipnir helped the other to lad down, finding a blanket and putting it over the other. Tucking it around the younger man so it did not slip off in the night. Sleipnir adjusted his head, looking to Kayden now.
"When should I come and check on you?" It wasn't a question of if he should check on Kayden. Only when. He hesitated - stopping himself from brushing his hand over the others ropped together hands.
Kayden let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head against the pillow. "I was kidding about the tucking me in part, you know." His gaze followed Sleipnir's movements anyway, amusement softening into something warmer as he looked up at him. "Not that I'm complaining." He lifted his bound hands slightly before letting them settle back against his chest.
"And you don't have to keep checking on me every five minutes either. I'm tied up, drugged..well alcohol in me, and buried under enough blankets to survive a blizzard. I think you've done your job." Kayden tilted his head, studying the hesitation in the other man's expression. "If you're worried, stay for a while. Sit down. Talk to me. That's probably better than pacing around and checking on me every half hour."
A small smile at the corner of his mouth."Besides, if I somehow manage to escape all this, I think that'll be impressive enough that you'll hear about it immediately."
Sleipnir huffed through his nose, lips half curled into a smirk when the other said he was joking. "Well...now I feel stupid." He joked, settling on the edge of the bed - still taking the time to make sure the other was as comfortable as he could be. He didn't know what to call that look that Kayden was giving him. But...it was soft and kind. He hoped to see more of that face.
Sleip sighed, it was almost sad how translucent he was for the other to pick up on his concern just from a look alone. "I never said I was gonna check on you every half an hour..." he didn't have a strict time in his head. But the other was not wrong about his worry.
Sleip scoffed at the idea of it being impressive. "Impressive isn't a word I would use." He smirked despite his words. "...what do you want to talk about? You...?" Probably not. "Is...there anything you wanted to know about me? Or...anything important I should know?"
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"You saying I'm drunk?" He smirked, another sip following. He didn't hate the hand on his shoulder, so did not shrug it off. He wasn't drunk - oh no - just a light buzz right?
"I dunno." He shrugged at the question of things becoming more awkward. "How good of a kisser are you?" He teased, another sip down and a nearly empty cup to show for it.
He considered the others words. Their supposed bond. It was humourous really. A familiar and a hunter of all things that go bump in the night. As Sleipnir says though, he only puts down the bad. But that hardly inspired hope for the supernatural in question.
"I'm not exactly a uh..." He looked around the room. "I'm not a known people person." He shrugged. "I'm sure I can look into it if you want. Sometimes it's more trouble then its worth though." Still. To be constantly tethered to another has its drawbacks. It forced him to reflect on all the ways he has neglected his body and life over the years. The aches he knew all to well were gone. Still there but - pushed onto another. And it wasn't fair.
"Our best bets would be a djinn." Risky. Very risky.
Samir pressed his lips together and lowered his head a little bit. Slowly, he pulled his hand away again because he didn’t want to make Sleipnir feel uncomfortable or anything like that. Was he seeing things? The other seemed drunk to Samir, or was it him judging how much the other drank because Samir would be very drunk at this point? Perhaps both.
“Uhm, no one ever complained about my kisses. Does that make me a good kisser?” the familiar asked and smirked just a little bit. He wasn’t vain or anything like that, nor was he someone to brag. But Samir wanted to joke along a little because it was a nice change from how they talked to each other usually.
Samir rested his hands in his lap and hummed a little bit. “I can tell that you are not a people person. But that’s fine.” Slowly, he turned his head to the side again to observe the other man’s profile for a little while. “Does it not bother you?” he asked out of the blue, his voice calmer than it should be given the situation. “Does it not bother you that you are bound to me?”
Sleipnir put his empty glass down, head turned to watch and listen to the other. "I don't think people make a habit of telling people if they are a bad kisser." He hummed. "If you're good, people usually tell you." He smirked.
"You can tell?" He asked. Sleipnir knew he was tough, but he tried to blend in. Apparently, did not try well enough. "Cann everyone else tell?" He asked softly.
At the question, Sleipnir looked at Samir. He twisted to face the man, bringing his knee up onto the bench and putting an arm behind Samirs shoulders - along the body of the seats the were on. Sleipnir thought of it just a moment or two before giving the other a shrug. "Doesn't warrant a feeling." He shrugged. "I know we don't get along but...it could be a hell of a lot worse. Obviously, I understand you wanting to break it - can't be ideal being bonded to a hunter." He shrugged. "You know, me getting - shot at, stabbed, chased through glass windows. I wouldn't wish that on others. Not if I could help it."
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"I really like food - but I'm not great at cooking it, y'know?" Or just feeding himself in general. He tried cooking, but he just didn't have the skills or patience past foods with instructions on the back. Plus, a school teacher's wage wasn't quite enough for restaurants all the time even though he did enjoy eating out. Maybe he'd get a handy bonus from the work with NASA? Maybe it was something he should have discussed before doing so much... "Uh, yeah. First of all, the world is in crisis so I'm not wasting any food. Secondly, noodles like these got me through my college years. Third - they taste good." He slurped with purpose.
"...cooking is a skill. Requires work and consistency before you get any good." Sleip grew up cooking. Granted between the two of them, Grace was a more successful...everything. Saving the world kind of successful. Sleipnir was good at throwing his weight around.
Sleipnir pulled a face at the slurp. "Food eaten is not food wasted. And it's stuff like that we should be keeping." He gestured to the noodles in the cup. "What do you like?" He asked, curious of the others palette. "My grandmother made a rabbit stew for me growing up...it was the best." And despite his efforts he could not replicate her work.
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• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine. • How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? • I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that. • Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that. • You're not alone in this. You know that, right? • We're family. That's what we do. We show up. • Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. • Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again. • Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you? • So, what's next for us? • I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave. • It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. • Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone. • I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. • [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you. • I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here. • You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? • I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. • Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. • You don't owe me anything. This is what family does • Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help. • I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. • You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept? • I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? • We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. • You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me. • I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you. • Come on. Let's get you home. • You matter to me. More than you know. • I've got your back. Always have, always will. • You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. • I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. • You did good today. Really good. • I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough. • Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving. • You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance. • I'll stay up with you. I don't mind. • You're safe here. I promise. • Tell me what you need. Anything. • You don't have to pretend with me. • I trust you. Completely. • You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this. • I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? • You're not too much. You're never too much. • This is your home now. For as long as you want it. • I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now. • You make me want to be better. A better person. • I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day. • You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.
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"Y'know, I only eat fresh fruit and veggies when the lunch ladies - and one lunch guy - slap 'em on my tray?" Ryland stirred his cup noodles absent-mindedly with his fork. "So much for my five-a-day, huh?"
Sleipnir blinked at the guy. "...not much of a cook?" Clearly not. Sleipnir on the other hand, loved to cook. Not that he had the energy or time for it. He eyed the cup of noodled in the mans hands. "Are you really going to eat that?"
okay but what if sleip was a nathan drake/rick o'connell treasure hunter?
"More than human?" Sleipnir snorted, leaning against the wall. "We talking about a guy or a god here?" He didn't buy into the back and forth of who is superman. DId it matter really? Not to Sleipnir.
Sleipnir was ready to up and go when Clark spoke. What would you have done? He turned, returning to his spot as he pondered. "Why? Think I'm the big guy?" He joked, brushing his nails over his mouth as he thought. "If I had to chose? I'd make the same call." It was his truth. "I don't plan on going overseas any time soon. Least I can walk around this city knowing no one is mourning a loss I couldn't prevent." But Sleipnir was selfish. He did not want to be reminded of his failures.
"I'm a cynic though. I don't know if I would even do what he does if I could." He shrugged. "What about you Clarky, what would you have done?"
Clark's lips pursed together at the question. He knew he wasn't a god, but it always felt weird when people compared himself - or rather Superman in this instance - to a god. "He's not a god," he confirmed with a chuckle, "I thought Superman was some alien? At least that's what people keep calling him." The news spreads about him were always about his heritage from another planet. Not that he didn't know that. Though that didn't stop the god allegations clearly.
He chuckled and shook his head when he asked about him being Superman. "I don't think so," he replied trying not to appear nervous. Because I am, he kept the thought to himself. Sleipnir was right though in a way. The city was closer and needed addressing first. He wrote down the note as if he were going to do something with it in the article and not real life.
His eyes followed his pen until he was asked what he would do. Clark knew what he would do. He lived it. "I-I..." He trailed off as the pen stopped and he just stared at the paper "I guess I would've done the same thing," he finally replied and looked up at the other man, "If Superman was already here why not save the city real quick first?" He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment. "I mean the guy can't be in two places at once. Even if he's got some super speed. It just sucks to think he couldn't save everyone." The thoughts weighed on Clark. The loss of life. The inability to be in two places at once. It was harder on him every passing moment. Then he shook his head and asked, "Sorry, I haven't even asked how your day has been and what you're here for." The words were apologetic in tone.
"And here I thought you were the expert." He could only assume the man was shaken. A hero failing to do what they were meant to do. And Kent was always his number one.
Sleipnir listened. God the kid was optimistic. Always giving Supes an out...or reasonable doubt, rather.
He waved off the apology, standing to the side to let some reporter barrel past him. "Eh don't worry bout it." He shrugged. "Same old same old for me." Sleipnir found it easier not to talk about himself. "Just some -" He fished through his pocket, finding the list he had made. "On the ground reporting. Already handed it in so I'll be clearing out soon." Just swung by to bother Clarky, of course. He clicked his tongue, tearing out the sheet of paper and passing it over. "If you're looking for hope, these people spoke very positively of supes." He flipped his book, putting back and looked at the other. "Not that I'm a journalist. Just a good listener - at times. And I don't care to not be bias." He shrugged.
OPEN TO: any gender (m/nb only if romantic) PLOT: an art museum shortly before closing, there is no one else in the art exhibition except them TEST MUSE: fadi nassar, 42, he/him, gay, artist
he's been there since opening ⏤ observing people taking in his work. it's a surreal feeling, one he thought he would never be able to experience. fadi has spent his whole life working toward this moment but it's always felt that for every step forward he took he was knocked three steps back. but now, here he is, taking in his own exhibit in a renowned modern art museum. there are no words to describe the feeling that had blossomed in his chest that morning. it's a feeling he does not want to let go of any time soon. the day slowly winds down, patrons drifting out in waves. an employee with tired eyes and a practiced smile comes in to announce that the museum will be closing in twenty minutes. he thanks them before he realizes that the statement is directed towards them as well. the employee leaves, and fadi takes a few steps toward the final spectator who is stood in front of one of his works. "this one speaks to you?" his voice is soft, but it carries.
Sleipnirs sister was a saint. Always checking in on him and making sure he got his allotted time with strangers and people. And on very rare occasions, she would actually come across something that he would genuinely really enjoy. Other people would call this a gift.
Sleipnir twisted to listen to the man - the one warning him about the closing time soon. Sleipnir had already walked the floor several times. This was just one he found himself returning to. He fell into the quiet of the room again when a voice broke the quite again. He turned to acknowledge the man, then back to the artwork. He took a few more seconds to take it in. It had been a long time since he had done art. "I dunno about speaking but...I like it." He nodded. "I keep coming back to it. Must be a good thing. Least for the artist." He shrugged.
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"two years later and you haven't changed."
"What can I say? I like to be boring and predictable."
my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."
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an art museum shortly before closing, there is no one else in the art exhibition except them
their teenage bedroom but the room is empty except for a few cardboard boxes full of their old things
an old church that has chipped wood and broken windows
an empty playground at night, one of street light's lightbulbs seems to be dying as it flickers across the street
stuck in an elevator, it's been almost an hour and there's still no sign that help is on the way
an 80s/90s themed mall where a few of the stores actually feature real clothes from that era
a cemetery at 3am sharp, the fog is making it hard to see even though they have flashlights
a picnic that's set up in the middle of a grassy field, the sun has just started to set
the beach on a sunny day, the sound of children laughing in the distance alongside the seagulls begging for food
a grocery store past midnight, the only other people in the store are the workers
an empty hallway of a hospital, it's dark outside and the overhead light in this hallway are dimmed
a grungy motel room in a motel that definitely has rats living in the walls
a college party in a fraternity / sorority house, the music is a tad too loud and they're running out of food
a dressing room full of performers after a big performance, there's a bouquet of flowers with a note attached laying on their vanity
an empty dressing room hours after a big performance, there's a bouquet of flowers with a note attached laying on their vanity
outside of a train station at midnight, the air is cold and there's a light drizzle
a crowded nightclub on new years eve, the countdown to midnight is just about to start
their dining room but there's a blizzard outside, nobody is getting in or out of the house for the next day or two
the waiting room of a detective's office in the early hours of the morning
beside a broken down vehicle on one of the back roads, you're an hour away from town and nobody ever uses the back roads anymore
the driver and passengers seats while driving for the past 2 hours, they're starting to think they may have taken a wrong turn
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