#fandralthedashingishere

[thegreatwolf-fenris]

"Please," he begged, ashamed to reduce himself to such a level, "I am so hungry." (@fandral-the-dashing-is-here. from a slave/sub/whatever starter meme)

“That’s better..” The wolf growled, setting the tray down on the ground and sliding it to the warrior. “Just remember, you and your kind did this to me first..” He motioned to the chains around Fandrals ankles and wrists.

[thegreatwolf-fenris]

"It hurts," Fandral groaned.

My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.

Send “It hurts” for our muses roles to be switched

The door was already off its hinges as he walked into the room, kneeling close to the man. “I know the feeling. You’re going to be alright.. I promise! I’ll get you out of here..” He tried to sound convincing. Breaking in here hadn’t been subtle and he was sure more guards would be on their way.

[agodlybooty]

Continued

@fandral-the-dashing-is-here Hermes went to the bedroom and sat on the bed with his head in his hands. There was surely only one reason why Fandral would be so reluctant to spill the truth about those marks but Hermes didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think that in one drunk moment he had meant nothing to Fandral.

[agodlybooty]

R.I.P

“Oh dear, okay…um…” Hermes cleared his throat, “so, when i was a lot younger, barely just in my majority, i met a young mortal man named Krocus. He was like perfection, heaven on earth, oh, how I loved him. When I felt like I had admired him for long enough I took the disguise of a Shepherd and travelled to Earth to meet him. Only my beautiful Krocus was too shrewd to fall for my disguise and to my delight he returned my affections.

I spent every day from then on with him. I lost all care for my duties and responsibilities; I was too deeply in love. We even discussed, however briefly, me giving up my godhood so we may grow old together as I am cursed for eternal youth and immortality. Then one fateful day, my love asked me to teach him to throw the discus, a large, rounded, flat, shaped disk. A sport I myself am credited with the invention of. Never wishing to disappoint Krocus i obliged and we travelled to the fields where i taught him the sport…his laughter delighted every element of me and that is when it all went wrong…” Hermes paused and chewed his lip “i don’t quite recall the precisions but one second i was throwing the discus, the next, my Krocus was collapsing…the discus caught his head, I don’t know how and I held him as he began to die. I tried to heal him but I am not a healer and his wounds where too great. I shouted for Apollo who was helpless, unable to recall life to those too far gone. My sweet Krocus died in that field, and, unwilling to truly let him go, i did my best to let him live on. His body in the grass i transformed into flowers. Beautiful, sweet scented delicate flowers that were then named after Krocus in his memory, the Crocus flower…he never travelled to Hades and instead grows and lives on for everyone to admire his beauty. I was later told three versions of the events…the first that a wind god, Zephyr, was also in love with my Krocus and painfully jealous that he only returned my affections and so…and so he blew the discus off course, with every intent on killing my love. The second that Krocus wished to try and impress me and so leaped to catch the discus, causing my aim alone to be the cause of his death…and the third…the third I do not wish to be true. It states that Krocus was having an affair with another deity and that led to the event. All i know was I threw the discus and my sweet, sweet, Krocus died because of it…” Hermes bowed his head, wiping his eyes discreetly “sorry, I rambled on a little but I have to do his memory justice”

[agodlybooty]

Singing in the ale

@fand

Along the corridors of the palace windows shut irritably and doors were bolted. Two figures stumbled about and giggled, their arms around each other and their wavering song echoing loudly. Hermes wasn’t sure what song Fandral was singing but it was funny, or was the song Hermes was singing funny? He didn’t know but he was laughing anyway. Personally the messenger blamed Thor, if the prince hadn’t joined them at their little table for ‘just one drink’ before bed then they wouldn’t have got into a competition. One too many pints later and they had decided to go back to Fandral’s rooms, (not at all encouraged by the servants who wanted to clean up). “Fan-Fandral! My darling! Where are we?” Hermes giggled and looked around “i don’t see your door!”

[thegreatwolf-fenris]

Fandral winced as he pressed a wet rag against his wounds. "Damn bandits with their poisoned blades..." He grumbled. He reached for a bottle at the other side of the tent and braced himself before pouring the contents over his worst wound.

“We’re clear...” The wolf stepped into the warriors tent, clothing stretched loose and even ripped in some places from having to turn so quickly. Blood still drying around his mouth from where a long snout once was and fangs ripped apart the men who had attacked them. 

But Fenrir didn’t bother tidying himself, he was too worried about Fandral. His mentor and guardian. “Where did they get you.. Is it bad?”