I have this idea that while Athena loves and cared for Ericthonius she still has a hard time looking at his face since he looks a bit too much like Hephaestus, and she does the same with Hephaestus, how could she after way he tried to do?... According to Pseudo-Apollodorus, Pausanias, Pseudo-Hyginus, Ericthonius is the son of Hephaestus, and he was born from Hephaestus trying to force himself on Athena and failing.
Also second idea that during god games she wouldn't come near him.
Uhh...not I will say a very hot take,
Because while I agree on both of there(and the God Games one makes sense still because Ericthonius would still be alive and not that old because he fought in Troy), but I don't think after that it will stay like that? I mean, the distrust and wound would still be there, but that happens all the time on Olympus, so I don't think Athena would be 'allowed' to keep distance?
Mikael watches his sons lounge under a tree side by side. They hold hands. Niklaus plays with Elijah’s fingers, running his hand over them one by one.
After some time, Niklaus guides the same hand to rest on his thigh, where he continues to stroke Elijah’s fingers.
It’s the expression on Elijah’s face—slightly unfocused, enraptured, breathless. Ecstatic.
From a simple touch.
That is what convinces him.
He needs to tear Elijah from Niklaus. The devil child has sunk his claws into Mikael’s second son, and he must do something about it.
Esther is perplexed when he informs her of his plans. A hunting trip? Now? We have enough meat for another moon.
Finn and Elijah, he hedges. They’re growing up. They need more experience.
Esther shrugs.
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Elijah responds with quiet acceptance, as he usually does. That is, until he is informed that Niklaus will not be coming along.
He bites his lip, winding one arm around Niklaus, who clings to him like a lifeline.
How many days? he asks.
As many as it takes, Mikael says. His gaze is on Niklaus, whose lip has begun to quiver. His bright blue eyes widen, filling with tears that begin to flow and do not stop.
Elijah places a consoling hand on Niklaus’s golden hair, his own expression despondent.
As long as it takes to shake that blight from your mind, Mikael adds silently.
Elijah reluctantly prepares to depart, gathering weapons and provisions and a fur pelt for the cold nights. All the while Niklaus trails after him, tears spilling down his cheeks as he pleads with Elijah to stay.
Mikael waits impatiently with Finn by the large oak while Elijah kneels before Niklaus, thumbing the tears from his cheeks and speaking quietly to him. Brushing the hair from his face. Gripping his arms assuredly. Enveloping him in an embrace, kissing his forehead.
Niklaus places one hand on Elijah’s face, thumb stroking his cheek. Elijah spasms. His eyes close.
In the brief moment that Elijah is not looking, Niklaus turns his head and looks directly at Mikael. Through his tears, there is a fury in his face that no boy of eleven years should carry.
The hair on the back of Mikael’s neck prickles, as though sensing a predator—or an attacker.
Then the moment is over. Elijah stands, slinging his bow over his shoulder. He walks away from Niklaus, toward Mikael and Finn, who straightens from his crouch and remarks, Finally.
No one else has seen. As always, Mikael is left alone in his knowledge.
Elijah’s face pinches with emotion as he nears Mikael. Niklaus watches him go, face shining with tears. Standing alone, shoulders slumped and face smudged, he looks almost as helpless as he should.
Almost.
As they leave the village, Niklaus follows them to the edge. He clings to a tree at the border, staring after them tearfully.
Elijah glances back until Niklaus falls from sight.
Mikael breathes a little easier.
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Esther watches her sons say their goodbyes. Both are pained by the separation, but Niklaus appears inconsolable. Tears spill from his big blue eyes like they haven’t since he was an infant.
She follows him to the edge of the village, ready to console him as Elijah, Finn, and Mikael disappear into the trees.
But as soon as they are gone, something changes.
When Niklaus turns around, his face is calm and composed. He passes a hand over his cheeks, wiping away the tears—which have stopped flowing almost alarmingly fast.
His brow is smooth, his eyes clear. His lips press into a thin line.
Niklaus? Are you all right?
He meets her eyes coolly. I will be, Mother.
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Mikael takes them far.
Finn and Elijah follow unquestioningly, deeper and deeper into unknown woods. They do not stop—not for the deer Finn sees in the distance, not for the burrow of rabbits that could be trapped.
Elijah continues to look back from time to time. Looking, searching for the cursed child he left behind.
Mikael watches him closely, waiting for the spell to break. How far must he travel? How many days must they spend apart, before Elijah is whole again?
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Niklaus seems adrift without Elijah.
Esther watches him wander the village aimlessly. His fingers flutter empty at his side. He sighs often, long loud breaths meant to catch others’ attention, for them to ask him his troubles.
Esther did wonder if Mikael’s impromptu trip was another of his attempts to separate Elijah from Niklaus.
Although her secret is safe from Mikael, her husband still harbors an intense grudge against Niklaus.
Her sweet, golden boy. Her secret joy.
He becomes petulant and cross without his brother to temper him.
Rebekah tries to console him. She follows him all day, placing a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly to him. More than once he pushes her away, but she will not be deterred.
—That is, until she comes home in tears, cradling her arm, after Niklaus pushed her down a knoll.
You ought to know better, Esther chides him as she binds Rebekah’s wrist. You’re a strong, growing boy. You must know to stop before you hurt someone. Especially your sister.
He shrugs.
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They make camp after walking all day. Elijah eats little. While Finn sleeps soundly, Elijah tosses and turns on his pallet.
Sleep evades Mikael. The woods are peaceful tonight, but he cannot shake Niklaus’s expression from his mind.
Niklaus haunts him day and night.
He enters the camp, having followed them undetected since they left home. He kneels over Elijah’s sleeping form, inhales his hair.
You can’t save him from me, he hisses in Mikael’s ear. Mikael is paralyzed, unable to reach for his weapons.
He’s mine. He will always be mine.
Mikael wakes with a strangled gasp.
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The family next door wonders where their dog has gone.
Rebekah stays inside, playing with Henrik. She moves her injured wrist gingerly.
Niklaus returns from the woods, announcing he has found a beehive full of honey.
His hair, hands, and sleeves are inexplicably damp. He must have fallen in the stream, Esther reasons. Wouldn’t be the first time.
She recruits him and Kol to collect the honey.
The bees have all gone from the hive when they arrive, leaving a bounty of honey for them. She reminds her sons not to sample too much as they harvest it. Niklaus in particular savors the taste, licking golden drops off his fingers.
We must save some for Lijah, he declares. When he returns.
Of course, Esther reassures him. There will be plenty for him, and Finn. And Father.
Niklaus smiles his bright, honey-sweet smile. Not Father. Father can’t enjoy sweet things. He’s too bitter.
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The snares prove plentiful. Finn and Elijah return from their scouting with four squirrels and a rabbit.
They lunch on two of the squirrels. Finn finishes Elijah’s portion when he declares he is not hungry.
Elijah is quiet for most of the day. He reaches out to empty air often, reaching on instinct for someone who is not there. He stares into the distance when Finn mentions home, or their family. (He knows better than to mention Niklaus by name, though.)
If it is not distance from Niklaus that will break the spell, then it must take time. Mikael vows to keep Elijah away for as long as it takes.
.
Niklaus has always been Esther’s special child. She has watched him carefully, gifted him an enchanted necklace to temper the bloodlust he would inherit from his father.
He hums with an energy different to his siblings. Different to Freya and Kol, her children gifted with magic. Different to Ansel and his brethren, whose blood runs a curse through their veins.
Perhaps the mix of magic and the curse created something new in him. (Something Mikael must never know about.)
Ever since Mikael has taken Finn and Elijah away, that difference has become more pronounced.
The hum in his blood is louder, a thrumming in Esther’s ears. When she catches him sitting still, he nearly vibrates with restless energy.
Niklaus, are you all right?
His head tilts to one side, golden hair falling in his eyes. I will be.
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Four days in. Elijah seems tired. He has continued to eat little—a few bites of meat or dried fruit each day. Despite his fatigue, he still tosses and turns in the night, unable to sleep peacefully.
They fell a deer. Finn suggests they bring it home, but stops when he sees Mikael’s expression. He has no intent of returning home until he’s satisfied that Elijah is free.
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Ayana complains of her birds going missing. She and Esther combine their magic to perform a spell to locate them—to no avail. It’s as if they’ve disappeared from the face of the earth.
Niklaus volunteers to wash his own things in the stream. She lets him, grateful for the help.
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They are running low on supplies. Finn observes—rightfully—that the game will spoil if not dried soon.
Mikael sends him back to the village with their kills. He stays with Elijah, who has begun to skip meals altogether.
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Niklaus runs to greet Finn excitedly, before realizing Elijah is not with him. Esther places a comforting hand on his shoulder. He’ll be back soon. In a day or two. You’ll see.
Later that day, Rebekah comes to tell her Henrik is crying at home and won’t stop.
What happened? she asks.
Rebekah shrugs. I left him with Nik. When I came back, he was in floods.
Henrik is a master of words by now. He speaks all day long, for the most part using words everyone can understand.
But none of Esther’s coaxing convinces him to tell her what upset him so badly.
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Father, I don’t feel well. Elijah is pale. He hunches over on his pallet, after yet another sleepless night.
You should eat something, Finn scoffs. It’s been two days.
Elijah wrinkles his nose. He chews on a piece of dried meat, tossing it into the leaves unfinished after half a day.
He doesn’t sleep again that night.
Nor does Mikael. Niklaus glides into their camp again, eyes and skin shining like the wood alves from the old world.
He lays one hand on Elijah’s forehead. You thought he could escape me? You thought he would want to? His voice envelops Mikael, whispering in both his ears like an enchantment.
He loves me. He only fears you.
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Niklaus is sprawled on his back, looking up at the sky.
It’s nearly suppertime, Esther calls to him. There’s deer or rabbit. Niklaus, she repeats when he does not answer. What do you want?
He doesn’t move. I want my brother back.
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He’s burning up, Father, Finn announces. Would it not be best to bring him home, so Mother can care for him?
Mikael seethes. Fight through it, Elijah. You are strong.
He hopes.
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Esther offers the little ones honey on their bread, as a treat.
Niklaus shakes his head, turning his sweet radiant smile on her. Not for me, Mother. I’m saving mine.
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Nine days in the forest. Elijah has burned with a fever for nearly half of them. His voice scratches in his throat. He can barely stand.
Mikael swore to keep him away until Niklaus’s hold over him was broken.
It isn’t magic, Niklaus sneers. He grows more impatient.
There is no spell to break. I will have him because he wants me, Mikael.
Mikael shudders.
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After ten days, Mikael finally relents. Esther does not need to lose another child. He and Finn hoist Elijah between them and carry him home.
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Upon the hunting party’s return, Niklaus will not be torn from Elijah’s side. He holds his hand while Esther and Ayana treat him with herbs (and a few whispered spells). He holds Elijah’s head on his lap until he wakes.
When Elijah’s eyes open, he comes back to life. Color seems to return to his cheeks, the heaviness leaving his limbs. He reaches up to cradle his brother’s face while Niklaus holds him close, exclaiming softly but excitedly.
Niklaus feeds Elijah supper that evening, letting him lick drops of honey from his fingers after a meal of bread and fruit.
Esther catches him dozing upright late in the evening, Elijah’s head still on his lap.
Niklaus. She shakes him gently to wake him. Are you all right, my love?
His eyes are bleary, exhausted. There is a tangle of honey stuck in his hair. But he smiles, his blue eyes shining with contentment. Yes, Mother.
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Mikael gnashes his teeth when he sees how readily the two boys snap back together. Elijah, so wearied by whatever fever overtook him in the forest, recovers quickly in the arms of his hungry-eyed brother.
Niklaus breathes Elijah in, holding him close as if to make up for all the lost days.
He made no trouble, Esther reassures him. Although he missed his brother.
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Mikael is awakened in the night by harsh breathing close to his ear. He reaches instinctively for his knife, but it is not beside his pillow.
He opens his eyes to see Niklaus’s slender figure. Looming over him, staring at him with those cold, pale eyes.
Don’t you ever, he snarls, take him away from me again.
Mikael closes his eyes again and waits, through his pounding heart, for Niklaus to disappear. (He drank too much at the homecoming meal.)
When he wakes in the morning, his knife is still nowhere to be found.
🐾 and any of the straw hats but maybe robin if you want? Would chopper just be everyone’s favorite or would they have a general one that’s different? Like what are robins thoughts on robins?
🐾 character and an animal
Robin loves robins!!! Birds are great.
I think only Zoro would pick Chopper as his favourite animal! The others would just pick something else i guess? All of them think of Chopper as nakama, same goes to Carrot!!!
Re: last reblog: i honestly feel so annoyed that some literature articles feel too complex to read bc!!! If we are not gonna share these perspectives with everyone why do we write these in the first place? What is the point of a literature department if not to broaden the publics critical literary skills and knowledge!!! Why does it have to feel so elite!!!
