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Hello my old heart | Jacob and Charlotte
"No... We're not terrible parents." She sighs. Even if it was a lie she could tell herself maybe it would make him feel a little different. "We still love and care for them. I don't think they would know how to react to each other. Nat... Doesn't play well with others... We're... We're not bad..."
She was jealous of how close he was with Kate. It was real interactions, real relations. Something she didn't have at home. "Oh yeah? Sometimes it's better to be alone." The fact that Jacob seemed to give an attitude about Dimitri was enough to make her laugh lightly. "Sorry but even if you could fuck him he's dedicated to women. Not even you could change that."
She was ready, ready to leave with him. Forget everything else and piece together their family. Only feeling his lips against hers made her lose all strength and slowly fall into his lap. The only problem would be how would they make it out without their friends tearing them apart?
He wants to answer back, but he can't find the words because she is right they care and love their children and it's all they really needed to do.
"That's what I tell her, but... She always seems to change my mind... She talks like crazy, is way too girly for me, she could be annoying but she's my bestfriend. My only bestfriend I've made on Midgard, and if I had Ethan and Phelix I think things would be a little different." He pauses for a moment and takes in a deep breath. "Please, I bet you he wishes I could fuck him." He says back, fast in a voice of irritation.
His arms wrap around her waist and he's pulling her into him. He wants her home, no. He needs her home. "Don't leave me, baby... Don't ever fucking leave me." He's a little breathless now, as the kiss deepened. He wants to know how they'd end this night, if they sneak out now or leave in the morning? It wasn't their house, they shouldn't sleep together in someones bed. "Do you remember the first time we met, I transported us to a coffee shop so we didn't have to walk?..."
Hello my old heart | Jacob and Charlotte
Charlotte wasn't sure if she could keep her cool anymore. She was angry and alcohol only makes it worse for them. Could it be she has ran out of words to say to him? It was only time for her to observe his reactions.
She sighed. He wanted to hate her and she believed that he had every right to. She needed him to hate her, needed him to love her again. She leaned over, putting her hands on his shoulders; partially using him to keep her own balance. "I would never keep you from Emmett. You know that, he needs you. I'm just a memory to him so I guess we're even. You have a son who doesn't know me. I have a daughter who doesn't know you." Why doesn't she want to answer his question? She subconsciously tightens her grip.
"Our friends must be looking for us and Dimitri is really... Protective." Here she goes, pushing him away. This could possibly be the only chance she would ever have to be alone with him and she was pushing him away. "The only thing standing between you and a potential ass kicking is a locked door. Needless to say my partner has mastered lock picking when we were children." Now she was trying to anger him.
Only now she as reaching the point where it felt like she was losing her energy. Laying her head on his shoulder, momentarily forgetting where they even were. "Take me home..." Charlotte whispered. She use to say that to Jacob whenever they went out and she was ready to go to bed. It was just impulsive now. "Take me home.."
Jacob seems lifeless at first, just sitting there, not moving an inch of his body. He wants to move, but he's afraid that he does, he'll walk straight out of the room. And truth be told, he wants to stay here and talk to her more.
His whole body tensed at the slightest touch of her, God did he miss her. He actually hated the fact that he missed her so much. Jacob's eyes were still shut tightly, and he leaned his forehead slowly on the tip of her stomach. Breathing in her familiar sent of vanilla with a mixture of alcohol. He wants to wrap his arms around her to pull her closer so he could feel her again. But he doesn't. "We must be terrible parents..." He mumbles after she speaks, "keeping our children away from the one person they're gonna want to need the most, keeping them away from each other...." His brows knit to form a frown as he picks up his head to look at her.
Jacob feels his heart crack at the sound of Dimiri's name. Like it was the sound of long nails scratching the chalkboard. "Yeah, well... Kate can get pretty angry when I'm not with her... She doesn't like it when I'm alone..." Sighing he shakes his head, Partner? Why did she call him partner? Jacob didn't like the way she said it, it seemed as if they were in some type of inanimate relationship. "Fuck him." Was all Jacob could really say, there was nothing really for him to say actually.
Jacob's own head was placed softly on hers. He needed this so badly, he didn't even realize it till now. And as she mumbled to him, 'take me home' that's exactly what he was going to do. Jacob slowly lifted up his head from her, and with his thumb, he placed it underneath her chin to lift up her head. He seemed to move slow at first by once his lips touched hers everything felt complete, like there was nothing stopping him from loving her anymore.
Hello my old heart | Jacob and Charlotte
She was fighting to keep her temper under control, knowing it would end horribly if she were to lose it with him. "Yes, I'm a drunk but I never drink alone. We hardly have alcohol where I call home now and for good reason. And to think... You use to love it when I spoke my mind but maybe now it's intimidating."
"He is still my son!" She looked as if Jacob stuck her. If there was one thing Charlotte loved above all, it was her children- even if she couldn't see Emmett. Hurt was only present in her eyes for a moment before turning completely complacent, "I found out after we fought over God knows what. If I remember, you said something about me putting on a little weight and I slapped you for it." She sighed, reaching for the phone she put in her bra, since she didn't have pockets, and began flicking through photos until she found the perfect picture; which brought a soft, warm smile to her face. "Dimitri is not her father nor do I let him alone with her. She sees him as her uncle and I will keep it that way." It was a fair warning.
Charlotte held her phone out towards him cautiously. "This is my, our, daughter." She felt the need to correct herself. Afterall, this was a secret they've kept from Jacob for years. Now he had every right to know. "Natalia, or if you will, Natalie. The name you wanted to give if we ever had a daughter. This will be the only time you will see her. She's still not old enough to understand that her father isn't around and I have no intentions of confusing her." She watched him, if he would swipe left or right he would only find more pictures of the two together or just of their daughter, or if he continued, the old pictures of them together. Something she hasn't bothered to delete.
"She has started tumbling, ballet, and piano. Very smart for her age like her brother." Charlotte was starting to sound like a proud parent. "There are still some parts of your bloodline I must keep secret. The magic and other things. Dimitri oversees magic lessons, he managed to find some God that prefers life here to teach her." It was an impulse, she reached out and put her hand on his arm gently. She loved him, she loved their children, and all she wanted was that life again. "I'm sorry but you are not permitted to see her. I won't let you take another away from me." Her voice was an awkward mixture of anger and sadness.
Jacob learned to control his jotun, taught his son to control it. It was easier now for him, he never worried about getting too angry to the point of it. So right now, if he wanted to shout at her, he'd shout. "Well isn't that great for you and your fucked family... Or whatever you count them as Yeah, well I guess that was the alcohol." He'd never truly say it, but Jacob noticed he drank more when he was with Charlotte. It masked the harsh pain of now knowing if she was coming back or not. And it worked for the moment, till they split up. He drank the first few nights till he was reminded of Emmett, then things started to change, and he dedicated everything to him.
He turned his head at the rise of anger in her voice. He couldn't say she was wrong. She was Emmett's mother, and he did take him away from her, and in this situation, he'd be more wrong in that argument. But then she moves on talking about her daughter. and he doesn't want to listen about her. Jacob was still, too much in love with Charlotte to think of her having a child with another. And when Charlotte held her phone in front of his face, he saw his reflection, a pained faced man. And then he saw her. The beautiful baby girl, with big brown eyes and curly brown hair.
He reaches for the phone, taking it from her hands. Jacob wants to throw up. This is his daughter, his blood, and she was already so big. He moves slowly to the bed, sitting down because he feels that his legs will give up in any minuet. Jacob feels tears swell in his eyes, he's so angry at her. He wants to just scream now, but, his eyes never leave the phone screen. Quickly, his finger swipes to see more pictures of her; and he does. But he stops right at a picture of them. He's kissing the top of her head, and she's looking straight at the camera, and honestly, he doesn't even know who took that picture. But he knows she doesn't want to see it by the way she hovers over him.
Jacob closes his eyes and quickly swipes back to the picture of their daughter. "Please," he says with a cracked voice. Jacob feels like he wants to cry, and he doesn't know why. "Just stop... I... I want to hate you, so bad right now I want to scream and tell you more stupid shit... I... I just can't. I took Emmett away from you, because you would have taken him away from me, and I couldn't live with it.... And now I find out I had a child that doesn't even know who the hell I am?" Shaking his head, he scoffs. "It's bullshit and I want to fucking hate you... Why can't I hate you?" He asks, knowing she'd probably wont even answer him.
Hello my old heart | Jacob and Charlotte
It was more than obvious that Charlotte was drunk but she wouldn't be acting crudely, or on jealous impulse, if she wasn't. Jacob managed to make her crack an amused smile. They attracted a lot of attention.
When her took her hands it took everything in her not to ram her knee into his stomach. She's grown to hate being touched by men. Dimitri couldn't get through the guests fast enough but when he managed to get where they were standing, Jacob managed to move Charlotte into a different room.
"You like your women, obviously, well worn out and loose. If so I can hook you up with my own blondie." Now she was angry, and happy. Finally able to see Jacob after all these years but completely intoxicated. "You say you don't need me for it but you want me." Charlotte pushes him away. "I'll tell you a little secret Jakey, now don't laugh at me or I'll break a couple bones. I haven't turned into a whore like you seemed to have become. I have been in the beds of those very high up on the food chain but I've never let them have their way. Not once did I ever let their filthy hands on my body. I've been with women of my desire, with mouths so much more talented than that of my ex-lover. They know exactly where to touch, kiss, lick... The whole shebang."
She crossed her arms over her body, shooting him a sarcastic smile. "At least I have to decency to keep it away from my child. Can't have mommy in bed with someone else, can't have strange men and women around. Dimitri is enough."
He rolls his eyes, what she has to say shouldn't matter to him. But in some ways it does. Jacob lets her talk, and his mind sort of drifts of somewhere else. He misses her. The old her, he misses the old him. When they were two different people, now they're a drunk and whore. And Jacob wouldn't really qualify himself a whore, he didn't sleep with many girls. Just once a year, an accidental slip up. Jacob lets her push him, and he takes a small step back. "I'm not a whore, Charlotte... And even if I was, I'd rather be that than a drunk. At least I'd know how to keep my mouth shut."
Jacob feels a rise of heat fill his body "Excuse me?" He says in a cracked voice, head tilted to the side with brows raised. "You have no right to talk about my son. Who by the way has no fucking clue on who you are. You're another face to him like how you're another face to me." He wants to take it back after, but then he replays what she had said. Her child? What does she mean? He was so caught up with the swell of anger he didn't really pay attention to what she said. Jacob takes another step back, as he feels his knees weaken. "Wait, your child? What... What?"
Now he knows he hates her, not just for bringing up her child, but for saying his name. He feels his heart crack, but he shows no emotion in his face. "..." He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, he wants to hate her, so badly, he wants to walk away right now and not feel anything, he wishes he could. But it'd be too hard. He loved her too much to walk away again.
Hello my old heart | Jacob and Charlotte
She just yawned while the other woman gasped in disbelief. It was surprising for her to hear Jacob say anything remotely rude. He was always a kind, gentle man. Something was telling her that he's majorly changed and the fact that he smarted off towards her didn't sit well at all. "Oh wow such a clever comment," she moved herself off the couch; trailing her hand down the womans leg as she did, "A drunken comment. Is that where your courage lies?"
Charlotte placed herself infront of him, straightening her back as she did. Not to appear taller but as a way of challenging him. "Charlotte! Stand down, he isn't worth your time." Dimitri hollered from across the room next to Kate. He wondered if she regretted coming to this party now, almost like he was. Charlotte refused to move but instead started playing with the collar on Jacob's shirt. She wanted to make it seem innocently intimate yet at the same time she wanted him unbearably uncomfortable. "Oh and another clever thing escapes those lips." She spoke sarcastically.
"Tell me, have you fucked her as well?" She giggled. "Why did your royal pain in my ass come down from Asgard, hm? Not enough whores for you there?" She knew somehow she would get under his skin. If he were anyone like Dimitri or even Brenton, they would severely hurt her for her mouth. But- Charlotte had some power in making someone like Jacob squirm with knowledge that he wouldn't lay a hand on her. "Hey Jacob," She put her hands on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "just between you and me. Let's get one thing straight... It doesn't matter who you fuck in this life. None of those stupid little girls can even begin to compare to me. You know it's true and later on I'll send my curly haired cutie to entertain you after I'm done with her." She let out a soft giggle and nipped at his ear lobe. Anything to make him uncomfortable. "Maybe if you're lucky... I'll take you home too."
He doesn't know what to do just yet. He's in shock, kind of. And he hasn't made up his mind of he likes Charlotte like this or not. But as soon as she opened her mouth to talk back to him, he knew, he hated hearing her. She had an annoying voice, how come he never noticed? She was obnoxious, loud, rude, annoying, and yet he was in love. His heart swelled with the pain of the memories of her, and he just wanted to burst. He doesn't speak to her. Instead he keeps his mouth shut, maybe she'll stop talking to him and she'll go back to what she's doing.
Jacob stood his ground, bright blue eyes just staring back into hers, deeply. He wasn't going to look away first, no, he wasn't going to look away at all. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed different from when he'd use to look at them. He hears Dimitri from across the room, and he clenches his jaw. "C'mere, stud." He hears Kate say. He doesn't know, but he's pretty sure she's dragging him away now. She's giving him time to try and speak to Charlotte, smart that girl was. "Like you have anything better to say... You're just a drunk you know nothing now." Jacob tilts his head, and takes in a deep breath as her hands reach to touch his collar. He isn't breathing, at least, he doesn't think he is. He had a mixed mood, he was angry, yet happy and sad and annoyed. It sucked.
He scoffs. "Who I fuck, Charlotte isn't any of your concern. If I wanted to, I could fuck every and anyone at the party especially your guard dog out there." He was mad, but he hid it, he became good at hiding it. He feels his body tense as she leans up to whisper to him, and he rolls his eyes. "..." He's quiet for a short second, just before he takes her hand, roughly into his and pushes her away from him. "You're pathetic..." He mumbles as he looks around for a moment, searching for any sign of Dimitri.
Jacob finally gets the strength to move and tugs her with him to a room, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He wanted to talk to her, but he was mad, frustrated, turned on. Wait No. He shouldn't be turned on, he'd be giving her what she wanted. Jacob turns around and pushes them against the wall. "You're pathetic to think that I need you to have a nice fuck. You wanna hear about my time in Asgard? How I fucked Indira all night and day, how she screamed louder than you, and did things I didn't even tell her to." He smirks, and places his hands on the walls, "or did you want to hear about those other whores? A few men, admittedly, all them equally or better than you." He pause for a moment and he leans down to whisper in her ear. "Maybe you're not as important as you think, babe."
Hello my Old heart | Jacob and Charlotte
Charlotte pushed Dimitri away aggravatingly. The fact she was freaking out internally was unsettling enough. "I'm honestly as shocked as you are, love. I, we, assumed he returned to Asgard. He did take your son with him afterall." He wasn't trying to make Charlotte feel better. It was merely his talent for fueling her fire. She leaned against the wall; cold but she couldn't feel temperature differences anymore. "How about instead of your pointless talking, you go find me something stronger to drink." She leaned over, reaching directly into his pocket pulling out a cigarette and his lighter. "You really shouldn't be doing that. It's not good for your health." She felt like screaming at him but they were in a public place. "Just go get me a drink."
They stayed outside until she was done. "We only have to stay a few hours longer. The least you can do is pretend you're having fun." He frowned at her. "If anything happens I can make it look like an accident." Charlotte shot him a glare, feeling unusually protective of her ex-lover. She was so fixated on Dimitri, when she felt someone bump into her it was instinctive of her to make a rude remark. "Watch it asshole." It was enough for Dimitri to give a sarcastic smirk as they walked past.
She wandered throughout the party, losing her shoes along the way. Her friend was having a hard time keeping up or he was keeping an eye out for Jacob. She could see that she wasn't the only one getting a little more than tipsy. There wasn't any reason to as why she was drinking heavily tonight. They were all adults acting like college kids. It reached the point where Charlotte was laying on another womans lap, wasted. "I'm gunna take you home tonight," she played with the girls hair who was giggling at her, "I have a thing for curls." Charlotte heard Jacobs friend shouting from across the room and it irritated her. "Can ya' learn to keep your god awful mouth closed you bottle blond! Tch, only pussies drink bourbon." She smirked, kissing the other woman along her neck.
It didn't occur to her that Jacob's never seen her curious side when they were together and she was too wasted to care. "Every party has to have that one girl. Isn't that right, darling?"
He admits, the night could have gotten a lot worse. The two could have actually spoken. But, the way they avoided each other was as if they've practiced it for years. And who knows? Maybe they kind of had. Jacob took Emmett to Asgard, came back after a few months, of his older brother nagged him to come back. He said goodbye to old friends from Asgard, and reunited with new ones, like Kate. She was his first friend on his first day of college, and he had to admit, he'd grown very close to the young bubbly blonde.
Jacob kind oh just stands there now, laughing at Kate as she still continues to shout at him. He holds up his drink as if he's on his way. He doesn't even notice the two women next to him, usually any other man would if they saw two women flirting. But not Jacob. He didn't want to see anyone get so inanimate like that. It was personal, even if they were doing it in a public place.
But as soon as one of them screamed right back at Kate, he felt a jab in the gut. He didn't recognize the voice, and maybe that's why he was mad. Jacob turned to look at them, a disgusted look on his face. "Why don't you shut the hell up okay?" He snaps, and at the sight of Charlotte, his breath is taken away. He never knew Charlotte liked women as well, never did he think he'd do this type of thing. Jacob felt his feet plant to the floor, like he was a tree now. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Jacob clenches his jaw so tightly it hurts. He opens his mouth to say something to her, it's gonna be a snarky comment, he knows it. But no words leave his mouth, and Kate is calling his name too loudly it's hard for him to hear his own voice. "Don't ever talk to her like that don't ever treat her like a dumb blonde." He adds after a while.
Hello my Old heart | Jacob and Charlotte.
Charlotte slammed her laptop shut as the others spoke of some party that they wanted her to attend. She made eye contact with Dimitri, who stood tall as usual, nodding in agreement. "You've been talking about this all day. I get it. It's a party." Her colleague cleared his throat before opening the door for her when she was ready to leave the room. "A party, yes. One you and I will be attending." There he goes again, making decisions for her. "This is a mutual. A very important friend. Plus," He paused to lift her chin up to look at her, "It has nothing to do with your old life. No escorts, no one watching you." Charlotte swatted his hand away and continued to walk. "Be ready by seven. Oh and red lipstick. That's an order. I'll have the nanny watch after Natalia."
8 pm
How long has it been since Charlotte wore heels, let alone a dress. Four, maybe, five years now? Dimitri held out his hand as she got out of his car. He was trying but she wasn't feeling it. Yet she put on the red lipstick for him and managed to curl her hair. She just didn't feel like she could look at anyone the same way she looked at Jacob.
3hrs later
Her drinking has been a problem for years yet she barely had one drink. She wasn't exactly being social either. Going through the rounds of nodding, smiling, and kissing friends on the cheek. Dimitri was attached to her hip like a guard dog. She managed to wander away while he was chatting with a stranger, managing to get a second drink. She felt as if she heard someone say her name. With her hearing there ain't no telling what she heard but her eyes scanned the area until they fell on Jacob for a split moment before looking away immediately. Feeling Dimitri touch her arm made her jump, she was lost in all her thoughts. "Fresh air, I need to step out and check on my daughter." Dimitri nodded, leading her out. By chance he caught a glimpse at Jacob and shot him a deadly look. Clearly not expecting to run into him here.
His beating heart picked up. Frigga and his father told him to control his heart rate, that it was already dangerous that they had to use magic to to restart his heart. They didn't want to even think about the consequences. He felt motionless, as if the only reason he was walking was because Kate was by his side, arms linked together guiding him anywhere but there. Why was she here? Out of all the places she could be, she was here. As the cold wind hit his face, let his arm loose from Kate's and turned to the side of the house. Hands placed on the walls, eyes shut; he looked like he was about to throw up.
"Why is she here?" He asks Kate as she leaned up against the wall. A hand placed soothingly on his shoulder, "I- I really don't know, Jacob..." Her voice is soft and sweet, like it always was. He's breathing hard, and fast. "Five years Five fucking years...." Jacob heard Kate gasp, he's never really been mad in front of her, "I'm here... I'm sorry, Jacob.. We can leave, get Emmett and just hang "
" No" He interrupts, standing up tall, "I wanted to come... We wanted to come... Let's not ruin this." Jacob tries to push on a smile, but she knows it's fake, she was good at telling things like that. He offers her arm to her, and she obligates. "We go when I say next time." She says a little too demanding and leads him from away from the side of the house. "Sure thing." Jacob has no emotion in his voice, it's neutral. And he feels her frown next to him because of it.
As they turned the corner, he sees her again now he knows they're following him. "Pretend they're not there." She whispers too quietly to him. And he does. He stares straight down at her, as if they were in love. " Shit. My bad." Jacob apologizes, though he wishes he didn't, as he passed by them with Kate accidentally bumping into Charlotte. He doesn't look back, he just keeps walking till they get inside.
An hour later
He's pretty sure he should be drunk right now. With the amount of alcohol he had just drank, you would think he'd be dunk. Jacob see's her throughout the night, and it's like a game. Every time he catches a glimpse of her he drinks. But he doesn't get drunk, he'd have to blame being part Asgardian for that. "Jake! C'mere! They have your favorite, bourbon!" Screams Kate from across the room, waving the alcoholic beverage in the air. "I'll be right there Kate! "
You once told me that calling me Satan was an insult to Satan.
Hello my Old heart | Jacob and Charlotte
"You know you're obligated to go, right? I'm gonna be there, and I don't want to be all by myself, besides, Jake... It'll be fun." The young blonde in the front of him begged once more to him. This was her fifteenth attempted today and Jacob was actually getting tired of saying no. Sighing, he lets his head hang down as a sign to let her know that she in fact won the battle. " Fine. I'll go. But only because you're gonna be there, which is pointless. We're not in college anymore, Kate. We shouldn't be having anymore f u n." He emphasizes the fun part. He's right, and she knows it. They're adults now. And it took five years to become adults, yet here they were, still acting like children.
"Eeeep!" Her body collides into his, arms wrapped around him so tightly it's hard for him to breath. "Okay, I get the point, you love me." Chuckled Jacob, as he embraced her back. "It's gonna be fun, you'll love it. I already texted your mother and she already has Emmett, so you don't have to waste time asking... Oh! And this mutual friend of ours, said something about wear something nice... So, I got you a leather jacket, nice dark blue button up, dark jeans, and your black boots. Y'know, the way you use to dress before...?" Before he and Charlotte broke up, before they left each other for good. He wanted to add, but they were having a great time. He didn't need to ruin it. "Got it, boss..." Mumbled Jacob as he pulled away from her. "Be there a Seven, right?" Nodding her head, fast, she answers, "or eight."
8p.m The rise of the party.
He shuts his car door ever so lightly, as Kate get's down. She's pretty, he can admit it, but. It's strange to think about being with someone else the way he was with Charlotte. Admittedly he had a few drunk nights with some girls, but they were nothing to him. Just a few drunk nights with a couple of girls... "I kind of hate you for this..." He mumbles to her as she tries to stand tall next to her.
3 hours later
There is a drink in his hand, his third one. He's not by himself, there is a pretty girl in front of him, going on and on about something he didn't even pay attention to. He was looking around, looking for Kate before this girl wanted to bring up sleeping together, then saying how drunk she was, or worse, how she wants to be with him. It may have been five years, but Jacob was still hurt, still broken. He's searching, and searching, and, there it goes. His heart drops to his stomach and his knees feel so weak he thinks he's about to fall. "Charlotte?" He mumbles so low to himself he almost wants to repeat it.
He doesn't want to make eye contact, he doesn't want to draw any attention to himself. "E-excuse..." He says, a hand on the girl's shoulder as he walks past her. Fuck. He thought Jacob stopped straight in his tracks, taking a deep breath before sighing a loud. "Jacob!" Screams Kate from behind, and it makes him turn fast. She sees what she's staring at and she gasps. "Jacob?' Her voice is softer now, a hand on his shoulder. "We can go..." Shaking his head, he turns to look at her. "No... No... I'll be fine... Let's... Let's just go outside..." His own voice was quiet, croaky as he turned around, his back facing the woman he loves. "I'm here..." Kate says quietly as she locks they arms and leads him outside.
