Maid Marian

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      ❝ — Lil, I’m gonna have to let you go. ❞ His brows had furrowed a little when she’d first walked into the small office that was nestled in the back of the building, but it wasn’t until he noticed the choker that he decided talking to his sister could wait. Hanging up the phone, he adjusted it on his desk and came around to the front of the piece, leaning against the edge with arms folded. ❝ I didn’t take you for a kitten ear headband kind of woman. ❞

Marian had decided to stop by the man’s office because she wanted to see if he would be willing to catch a late lunch. She noticed the odd look she received the moment she walked into the office, but she couldn’t imagine what it was for. Her outfit wasn’t all that out of the ordinary for her, she rather liked fashion and she happened to think the kitten eared headbands were adorable, and it only made sense to pair it with a choker that could easily pass for a collar. 

“Well that’s your fault for assuming you know what kind of woman I am.” she teased. “I think they are cute, don’t you agree?” 

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       ❝ No, not at all. ❞ It’s a fair admission, since he was the only man on the planet to burn bacon and toast. In the same day. Multiple times. He was not talented in the kitchen whatsoever, but at least he admitted to it. Sitting up more fully with his back against the headboard, he raised his brow at her, leaning his head back, too. ❝ Unless you’re not hungry, then I can just make you coffee. That I can do. ❞

She couldn’t help but admire his honesty, it was refreshing in it’s own way. She tended to be surrounded by people who were nothing but liars. Though she had been fairly drunk when she had made the decision the night before to go home with him, she found herself feeling rather glad she had. “I may not look it, but I am a girl who is always hungry.”

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      ❝ you sure you want to just go? i could make you breakfast.          and by ‘make you breakfast’ i mean take you to a cafe. ❞

She was suppose to be at a brunch her step mother was having, missing it would mean a long lecture over just how ungrateful of a child she was. However she had a particularly bad habit of not caring what that vile woman thought of her. “I take it you aren’t much of a cook?” she asked sitting back down on the bed, making it clear she was willing to stay. 

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“Well who am I disagree with such sound logic.” she hummed as she tugged him down so she could plant a gentle kiss on the mark in question.  

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he has to clear his throat again because the tightness has suddenly made it difficult to speak. what she’s saying should be impossible. but then again, so should her return, yet here she was, having this impossible conversation with him. there’s a sudden sting in his eyes and he does his best to push it resolutely away. there’s still so much to say, he can’t cry now. softly, he shakes his head.

     ❝ no… no marian, they are not only dreams… i… i do not know        how but you REMEMBER. i was- we were… that was us… ❞        he is aware of how ridiculous it sounds, but magic has always        been real. it’s just finally decided to smile down on them both. 

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If it was anyone else but him, she would have been frightened, she would have denied the notion. It seemed so impossible that she had dreams of a past life. She stared at him, trying to grasp at what he was implying. Though the more she thought about it, the more she remembered how very real the dreams felt, the more she began to slowly believe. 

“...but if..what you say is true..”she paused licking her lips, staring up at him. She grasped to remember every bit of her dreams, to remember every last detail, though her mind was so scattered. She tried to think of one particular moment, a question she could ask to see if he knew the answer. One that wouldn’t be in the stories.

“...The night before I-I.. died.. we had a long conversation...do you  remember what about?” 

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      ❝ you have more kindness in your little          finger than most people do in their          entire bodies. ❞

and with that, he KISSED said little finger

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“Oh? Would you mind telling that to my awful aunt   she claims that I am an awful spoiled child. All because  I stole a necklace of hers once when I was seven.” 

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Unexpected News

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                                    fandral could feel his heart soaring in his chest. the only better news he could piossibly imagine getting was that she remembered him from their past. but he knew how impossible that was, so he didn’t let it burden him. instead he let himself be joyous in this moment. the woman he loves is pregnant with a child he will no doubt adore. there is much to be joyous about. 

                                         ❝ i certainly hope so. i have had plenty time to be uncle to volstagg’s children. let us hope that has prepared me enough, ❞ he chuckled with warmth. ❝ thor and the warriors will no doubt be glad at this news. have you told your kin? ❞

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Marian smiled up at him, letting herself fully relax and let herself be happy over the fact that she was pregnant. She had always wanted children, and she honestly felt that Fandral would be a fantastic father now that she knew he was willing to stay. He was so kind, warm, and knew how to make someone feel safe. 

“You think they will?” She asked curiously, she had only met them a few times. They seemed like quite the amazing group of warriors, though it was clear to see that they were like a family. At the mention of her own, she grew quiet, and her smile fading. “I have not.. they will not be happy...They are an old family stuck in very traditional ways.. I will be undoubtedly disowned and kicked out onto the streets, like they did to my cousin.” 

She stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about what her options would become if that was the case. After a second she looked up at Fandral, staring into those eyes she loved so much. “Do you think.. that if.. they do that.. could I come live with you?.. on Asgard?...I mean it would be easier for you sine you always have to go back there anyways, and I would have nothing to keep me here..” 

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as she tucked into his chest, he pulled he rin with one arm while his other hand went up to pet the back of her head in soothing strokes. 

     ❝ i’m here, ❞ he assured to her ‘thank you,’         pressing a soft kiss to her temple. he         pulled his head back just a little so he         could look at her at the request for a story. 

   ❝ i’m afraid most of my stories are war       stories, my love… oh, i suppose i       could tell you of the time valstagg,       while drunk, mistook my leg for a       cured meat? i still have the scar. ❞

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Marian felt safe in his arms, and she found it easier to calm herself down after such a horrid nightmare.  She could never really quite understand it, but she  felt like she belonged in Fandral’s arms. It was a silly thought, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. 

“Oh? Tell me that story.. Valstagg seems quite the  interesting warrior.” 

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he’s shaking his head as she rambles because it’s- it’s beyond ridiculous. even if she were crazy, even if some bizarre universe she wasn’t right for him, he could NEVER leave her. he simply couldn’t. not after all these years, finally having her back and in his arms, he couldn’t possibly. his heart is tied inextricably to hers and to leave her would mean to tear it out and leave it behind with her. he is about to tell her this when what she says halts him in his metaphorical tracks. marian and robin. she had memories of marian and robin. she dreamt of memories of THEM. he feels his heart stutter in his chest and even still when she mentions her own death, his throat tightens.

     ❝ go back, ❞ he almost rasps. ❝ the dreams. you- you have dreams?         you… norns, marian… you remember…? ❞

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She had expected him, or rather hope that he would think she was  crazy, that he would cast her aside. So that she could finally spare  him. It was the only thing she could think to do, and yet there he  stood wanting to know more. The man was quite frankly out of his mind, and.. perfect. She hated it sometimes, how much he cared and how well they seemed to fit together. It made all of this so much harder. 

She stood there staring up at him, trying to figure out what he wanted  to know more. Though the more she stared at him, the more her mind began to wander, to notice just how much he looked like the Robin of  her dreams. Maybe that had been what had attracted her to him in the first place. She pushed those thoughts away, not daring to admit that  there was even a chance that her dreams had been real, that she was actually some fictional character that was read to children from a story book. 

“they are nothing.. they are just dreams.. right?..” she was unsure of  herself, and the look on his face was not helping things. “I’ve had them ever since I could remember.. dreams of robin hood and his merry men, and Maid Marian.. the two falling in love and getting married.. it’s always bits and pieces.. but I am always seeing it through Maid Marian’s eyes.. b-but they are just dreams..” 

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he listened to the story of her first love with a little smile. a bad boy. somehow, he was unsurprised. but he sighed a little at her question, glancing down at his hands. how did he talk about her to her…?

     ❝ she, ❞ he confirmed with a soft smile. ❝ she… she was fierce,         but gentle. she never would have backed down from a fight,         but always ready to start the healing after a battle. she         matched me well. … i loved her very much. ❞ blue eyes glance         at her, seeing the face that has haunted his dreams all these         years and oh how he loves her still. 

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Marian stayed quiet as she listened to him tell her about the woman he use to love. It didn’t take a genius to realize how much this woman had to have meant to him. There  was a part of her that so desperately wanted to ask what  had happened to her, though she didn’t. She wasn’t jealous of the other woman, she understood and accepted that he was bound to have been with others before they had met.

“She sounds wonderful..” she smiled softly and reached up to rest a hand on his cheek as if to try and comfort him. She thought about what question to ask, not wanting to open old painful wounds. “Was she from Asgard?” She figured that was a safe enough question. 

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Unexpected News

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                                     he was glad his exuberance seemed to lift her spirits as well. he couldn’t stand to see her so melancholy. not for a thing that should be so joyous. for his part, he knew he could not be happier. his hands remained holding her slight frame, as if she’d disappear should he let her go, and his grin remained steadfast on his lips. 

                                          ❝ mad? nay! how could i be MAD? i am overjoyed, my love. this is the second best news i have heard in centuries. ❞ the first being that she was back and that she loved him. ❝ i will be here much more. odin will no doubt understand. ❞ and, frankly, even if he didn’t, fandral couldn’t care less. he would have had frigga’s blessing and that matters more. he held her delicate face so gently between his battle-calloused hands and kissed her again. ❝ i could not be happier. i am going nowhere, ❞ he said softly against her lips. 

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Marian found herself looking up with him, in awe of his excitement. There was a huge part of her that was simply relieved that he was so willing to stay. She would of course have found a way to raise the baby on her own if he had ran. However, she was glad she would at least have him, the thought of loosing made her sick to her stomach. Without even realizing it she had become rather dependent on him. 

“I’m so relieved..” she smiled up at him, kissing him back. She found herself leaning into his touch, needing the comfort he was offering. She gently took one of his hands off of her cheek and placed it on her still rather flat stomach. “I am so glad our baby will have you, I am utterly convinced you will be an outstanding father.” 

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She wanted to wiggle away, she needed to back away otherwise she would cave. Marian had broke up with  him to save him from the mess that she was. Sure she  was 3 months pregnant, and highly emotional but she  was so sure she was making the right choice. He deserved better, a woman from his own home. he deserved so much better than a recently disowned pregnant, and possibly crazy mess. 

“Fandral.. Please.. you can’t possibly mean that. I’m not right for you.. I can’t be..” she could already feel the hot  tears pouring down her face, though she made no attempt to stop them. She needed to think of something to push him away, as much as it hurt to do it. The only thing she could think to do was tell him the truth, maybe he would  think she is crazy. 

“I’m a mess Fandral.. I’m not right in the head I think.. or at least that’s what my therapists use to say. I have vivid dreams, ones where.. sometimes I think are real, like.. a past life. Is that the kind of crazy you want? I dream about what I’m forty percent sure is a past life, of course that wouldn’t be so bad if the so called past life wasn’t just a fairy tail. If I were to believe it.. then I.. I use to be Maid Marian from an old fairy tail who is so in love with Robin Hood..I bet you don’t even know what story I’m talking about, but it doesn’t matter...I just.. I’m no good for you Fandral.. you need  someone who..who doesn’t wake up screaming because she  thinks she died in her husbands arms.. and I just...please..  go before I can’t let you go..” 

It was a rambled mess of words, one she had to force out with all of her might, but she managed. She could only hope that it was enough to send him away, to get him to let her go, despite the fact that she was carrying his child. She would find a way to manage on her own, she could even possibly beg her father to  take her back, she was sure she could. She always had been her daddy’s little girl. 

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She was more relieved than she was willing to admit, to hear that he was going to stay right there with her.  Ever since she had started dating him, her dreams  seemed to become all the more real and vivid. She didn’t speak of them to him. She knew how odd it  would sound, to say that she had dreams of Robin  Hood, while she saw through the eyes of Maid Marian. 

“Thank you..” She mumbled softly, burying her face into his chest. There was a part of her that wanted to tell him, to just have someone to confide in. Though she didn’t, the  last time she told someone it resulted in several years of  therapy that she did not want to have to relive. 

“Can you... tell me a story? Anything would do.. It would  help set my mind at ease.” 

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Marian stayed quiet for a long moment, as she glanced over at  him. She wanted to ask, wanted to know more about this person that Fandral had been in love with. However, she could tell that  it was a sensitive topic so she decided against it. 

“I’ve only been in love once.. or well I thought I was. It was this  bad boy at my school. He was sweet at first, took me on dates and I feel hard. I didn’t know any better.. well long story short he liked to take several girls out at once.. and I was just another notch in his belt. I remember crying for weeks...” 

She stopped her babbling for a second, and glanced up at him.  Her curiosity honestly got the better of her. And she took a long sip of her wine first. “What was she like? Or he?.. though you don’t have to talk about them... if you don’t want to.”