Okay, so, King Matt is a bit of an adventure, much to the annoyance of his court. He regularly pops off on these jounces to go see and do stuff, as one does.
Well, he finds this really cool cave, yeah? And it looks like people had been here a really long time ago, so, he explores it. Well, imagine his supprise when he comes across this absolutely massive form in what seems to be the central cavern. Matt is absolutely terrified, before he sees that this giant, cause it has to be a giant, it can't be anything else, is chained to the cavern walls with huge, thick chains, almost half as big as a house, each.
So, he settles, not as scared now, and ventures forward, to get a better look at this colossal beast. Only. It looks pathetic. The giant is emaciated, to the point where Matt could probably stand in the spaces between it's ribs. It horrifies him. No creature should suffer like that, he thinks.
So, against his better judgement, Matt climbs onto the giant and uses some of his more corrosive potions the eat away at the chains holding it captive. He's doing great, except for when he melts the third chain, everything shifts. Turns out the weight of the giant is too much for the single chain to handle, and it creaks, giving Matt only enought time to run for the only cover he can find, the deep hollow at the giant's neck, right above his collarbones, before the cavern comes crashing down. As the giant falls, something huge comes and pressed him against it's neck, almost crushing him, leaving no allowance for him to draw breath, and he passes out from lack of air.
When Edd wakes up, it's to his prison crumbling around him and a tiny, almost imperceptible movement against his neck. He barely has enough strength to reach up and trap it with his hand before he's showered with shattered rocks and crumbling boulders.
After the cavern has finished falling, and the dust has settled, he tilts his hand, allowing for the thing to tumble into his palm. Immediately, he's hit with an overwhelming hatred. The last humans he had seen were the ones that had imprisoned him. At first, he's going to kill the human. Just crunch it in his fist and be done with it, but then, a thought strikes him.
What was the human doing here? Did it cause the cave in?
So he waits for it to wake up, and the rest goes from there.
It's a beautiful day outside, tom's playing with his guitar, matt was in having a good time with his pictures of himself and edd was taking a walk meeting and helping people, suddenly somebody in the black cloak stopped in front of him and said "take this cola and drink it". Edd took the cola "thanks uh who ar-" as soon as he looked up he notice that it's gone. Edd shrugs and drinks the cola while walking, edd suddenly felt weird and dizzy. Something's not right with the cola after all that his vision is clear then he grew all the sudden. He was scared that he grew but suddenly blacked out while he's growing. About a few seconds later, edd woke up having an headache as he rubbed his head. "Ugh my head.. What did i just drink- oh god. W what happen to me?" Edd was so shocked so see that and kinda nervous that he's kaiju sized he kinda backed up but almost stepped on a car. The people think edd is a giant monster that made edd even more scared and sad he ran away from them to keep himself safe from the humans, he shape shifts into a lizard and ran in water into the island. Tom and matt saw the whole thing and followed him. After all of the chase tom and matt made it to the island. "Edd? Where are you bud?" Tom yelled. Matt was a bit scared until he heard an giant whimper that sounds like edd "i heard him!! Over there!" Matt and tom followed the sound as it leads to the cave. They went inside a cave and found edd as a giant compared to his friends tom and Matt are the size as his pinky fingernail. Edd notice his friends and wipes his tears a bit "guys what are you doing here?" Matt hugged his finger while tom just pat his hand. "Listen we're here for you. And we're never gonna hurt you, your not a monster, you're our friend" edd suddenly hugged matt and tom gently and purred "i guess you're right.. But what should we do if they see me again.." Tom had an idea and whispers edd. Edd nodded and got up and when outside the cave. He turned onto a giant alligator and puts matt and tom on his hair and swam back to the city, the humans are scared of him but some don't, lucky they have a cave behind the backyard. Edd got up and shape shift back to himself again. Edd still hugged them and put them down. Edd laid down on the grass land but tom and matt want to sleep with edd. Although edd really liked his power, hoping it'll go on like this edd fell asleep as well and so does his friends.
Y'ALL. IT TOOK FRICKEN FOREVER BUT I GOT IT DONE. I started writing this thing months ago but now it's complete! Yay! Enjoy!
Warnings: Blood, description of injury, gore, the usual ; )
Word Count: 3,129
Blink. A sword flashed in front of him, inches from his face.
Blink. The figure next to him, struck down by an arrow through the throat.
Blink. A crack. Blurred pain, something hot and slick, pouring down his shin.
Blink. There’s a francisca buried deep in the bone.
Blink. A kick to the chest has him staggering back, against the edge.
The sounds faded back in, the roar of clashing bodies intermingling with a cry of victory as he was roughly shoved in the chest. His boot caught on a parapet, and he fell back, over the edge, into the air.
Clarity rushed back back to King Matthew as the air screamed past his ears. The weathered bricks of the bailey whooshed past as he plummeted, quickly replaced by the jagged cliffside. The wind whipped past him, snatching at his mantelet and yanking at the edges of his hauberk.
His shield had long since slipped from his grasp, he noted distantly.
He didn’t expect to die like this, really. He thought he’d be poisoned in his sleep. Or assassinated. Not—not thrown off his own walls like some lowly mongrel!
He glanced down. Oh. The bottom of the ravine was rushing up to meet him.
He looked back up at the blue, cloudless sky, scrunching his eyes shut in preparation for the inevitable impact.
A deafening roar sounded, seemingly far off and right next to him all at once, followed by a thunderous crashing. He could even feel the vibrations in the air around him.
He distantly wondered about what it was, but figured it didn’t matte—
—His back and neck snapped and arched as the air was violently expelled from his lungs. His wounded leg shrieked as he bounced back up, once, twice, before slamming down in a quivering heap.
He gaped incognizantly, half for want of air and half in pain from impact as his body screamed in agony.
A graceless, heavy-handed shove to his aching ribs had him sucking in a strained lungful of air.
He wheezed pitifully, clamping his eyes shut as he tried to regain control of his trembling body.
Another harsh shove spurred him to force his body to comply, pushing up from his back and curling over his knees, slowly managing to choke in harsh, ragged gasps.
Ears ringing shrilly, he cracked his eyes open, forcing past his dark, swimming vision.
Matt focused on the torn knees of his leggings, slowly getting his breathing under control. He could hear again.
There was a rumbling murmur above him. The vibrations ran up through his bruised body. Another, less rough shove to his aching back had him hurriedly blinking away the rest of the fuzziness.
He instinctively grabbed for his sword, belatedly realizing that he had lost it in the fall.
With a wince and a grunt, Matt eased himself up into a kneeling position, taking in his immediate surroundings.
He looked, really noticed, what he had slammed into instead of the jagged, razor-sharp rubble at the bottom of the gorge.
He trailed his eyes up the thick, pock-marked tan ridges, up, up, high over his head, where the scarred columns finally ended.
A jolting shift and a resounding klunk-clanking of metal had him up in a flash, hand on his dagger, injuries forgotten. The next second he was pitching to the side, right leg having given out on him. With a grunt, he landed on his shoulder, body throbbing.
A glance down told him the hatchet was still deeply embedded in his tibia, blood oozing sluggishly around the edges.
A rumbling, uncertain hum snatched his attention from his wounded leg back to the huge, worried eyes of a giant.
Upon noticing his scrutiny, the giant gave a wobbly grin.
“We’ve, uh, we’ve only known each other a couple weeks, your majesty. You didn’t need to fall for me this hard.” The giant glanced up. “Or this far.”
Matt groaned, pushing himself back up in a sitting position. He hissed when he jostled his leg.
“E-Edd, please.” He nudged the haft of the axe with a wince. It was stuck good. “Not-not right now.”
Edd gave an unsteady grin.
“Eh, uh, sorry.” His grin wavered. “I almost didn’t make it - I-I saw you falling and I just- uh- Well, I got here in time, at least.” His eyes slid down to the king’s leg, widening as he took in the half-buried axehead and the slowly weeping wound.
Edd bit his lip, making an aborted movement with his left hand.
“Do you—uh, your leg,- is there anything I could, uh, could help with?”
Matt grimaced, bringing his right knee up to his chest so he could inspect the wound better. The six-inch head was stuck about halfway into his shin a hands-width below his knee. The arch-shaped blade was slotted into an elegantly curved hardwood haft. The haft stuck outwards from his body, which Matt was quite thankful for. He wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally kicking the francisca from his leg, at least.
It was a good, sturdy looking weapon, Matt quietly noted.
Pushing down the expected queasiness, he moved on to the injury. His brown leggings were absolutely ruined, soaked dark with blood and riddled with rips and tears. Matt silently mourned the loss of the pair.
The wound itself wasn’t as bad as he was expecting it to be. The axe had split the skin cleanly, and was mostly stemming the blood flow. It was probably why he hadn’t bled out yet. It was firmly buried into the bone.
His leg felt strangely numb. Matt figured that that was a bad sign.
He leaned back, thinking. If he could get rid of the axe handle…
“I don’t suppose you could break the haft of this hatchet without ripping it out of my leg?” Matt queried, craning his neck to look up at Edd.
Edd frowned uncertainly, thinking.
“I could probably-uh,” he raised his hand, motioning to Matt’s leg. “Do you mind if I…”
Matt shrugged, blasé, then winced painfully. His entire back was throbbing.
“I don’t see why not. The worst that could happen is that you tear the entire leg off.”
Edd cringed. It was a possibility, if only slight. He hadn’t yet figured how much of his strength he had to control around the humans. They were so fragile.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll try not to do that,” he muttered lowly. He turned his hand so that the king was facing him and lifted it closer to his eyes. Matt hesitantly extended his leg, turning it so that the haft stuck up in the air.
“Alright, hold extremely still, okay?”
Matt watched apprehensively as Edd raised his left hand and brought it next to his leg. It looked like a tiny twig in comparison.
It wavered above for a moment before an enormous thumb and forefinger lightly pinched around the haft. Matt winced when the axehead shifted slightly, sending sharp twinges up and down his leg. Edd didn’t seem to notice, too focused on his task.
Gently, ever so gently, he dug his thumbnail into the handle and pinched down. The hardwood split with a muted crack, jarring his shin painfully. Matt forced back a rough yell, gritting his teeth and balling his fists in the links of his hauberk. Gods, but it hurt.
“There we go,” Edd muttered, drawing his hand away. He peered at the nigh miniscule shaft of wood, twisting it curiously between his fingers, then looked at Matt.
“Do you want this?” He asked, proffering it to him.
“No,” Matt managed, waving the looming fingers away. “Just-just toss it away s-somewhere,” he hissed, curling back up over his leg. He rode through the lancing waves of pain as Edd casually flicked the mangled handle away.
Matt breathed slowly, steadily, pushing through the throbbing needles that danced up and down the injured limb.
“Are you going to be alright, your majesty?” Edd rumbled, gently raising his hand to peer at Matt’s wound.
“I will be,” Matt ground out, re-analyzing the injury. Though the protruding haft was gone, he still didn’t trust the axehead. He needed to secure it, to make sure it stayed in his leg until he could see a healer.
With a scowl, Matt reached up and unclipped his mantelet from each shoulder. Despite the beliefs of his court, he could be practical when he needed to be. Unfortunately, this was one of his favorite half-cloaks. With a sigh, he unsheathed his gilded dagger and pried the golden clasps from the corners of the turquoise taffeta and stowed them away in a pouch on his belt. He liked those clasps, thank you very much, and he was keeping them.
Next, with a moment’s hesitation, he sliced the blade into the fabric, cutting it into a long strip. He repeated this process until he had several strips of fabric.
“What are you doing?” Edd asked curiously, squinting at the tiny strips of cloth.
“I,” Matt selected one of the strips and wrapped it around the arched axe head. He then looped the strip around the back of his calf, bringing it to the other end of the fabric and tying it off in a tight knot. “Am securing the rest of this axe to my leg so that it won’t fall out.” At Edd’s perplexed look, he elaborated.
“I don’t want the axe out of my leg, not yet at least, because right now it’s stemming the blood flow of my wound. If it comes out, there’ll be nothing to stop me from bleeding out and dying,” he grunted, pulling tight another knot.
“Oh,” Edd’s eyes widened. “That’s kind of clever, actually.” He tilted his head closer to the quickly-growing amalgamation of cloth on Matt's leg.
A few minutes of silence passed before Matt leaned back, inspecting his work. The taffeta strips were wrapped messily around the head of the axe, the upper portion of his calf, and over the lower part of his knee. He didn't see any blood soaking through the fabric, either, which was good.
Matt nodded, satisfied, and resheathed his dagger. It was messy, but it would hold until he could get to a healer.
Matt glanced up at Edd's hovering countenance, then past him, at the incredibly distant walls of his castle.
Well, he thought solemnly, it probably isn't my castle anymore.
Edd cocked his head, trailing Matt's gaze up to the battlements high above.
"Do you want a lift back up?”
Matt smiled joylessly.
“While I appreciate the sentiment, Edd, it probably wouldn’t do me any good. They’ve most likely taken the castle by now.”
Edd’s expression twisted in confusion. “Who’s they?” He paused. “Wait.” He glanced back up at the towering cliffside. “Are you being invaded? Did you get pushed off of your wall?!”
Matt nodded, watching his friend carefully. “Kicked, actually. I was backed up against a parapet, and I assume they thought the easiest way to end the fight was to shove me off of my own wall.”
Edd’s face darkened.
“Well, your majesty, how about I go and scare those mongrels off and get you your castle back?”
Matt’s eyes widened and he shook his head, waving his hands. “No, no, Edd you don’t have to. I already owe you enough, anyway. I’ll just-”
Edd cut him off. "Nah, your highness, I got this," he glowered, the palm under Matt twitching slightly and the towering fingers curled in just a little more over his head. Matt ducked leerily, eyeing his colossal friend. Edd looked downright murderous.
"Besides," the giant rumbled, baring his teeth in a terrifying grimace. "They’ve made me mad. They tried to kill you."
Matt faltered, then gathered himself.
"Still, Edd. This is my own problem. I can deal with it."
The giant raised an eyebrow dubiously. "What, with your gimp leg? I doubt it." The gargantuan digits curled in even more, the palm curving under Matt until he was sitting in a sort of bowl.
"Just sit tight, your majesty." Matt sighed, resigned, as Edd brought his curled hand up against his chest. He then pushed up from where he was slumped against the cliff face, onto his knees. Matt only wobbled slightly in his perch on the curled palm.
Edd got his feet under him and rose, astonishingly quick, to his tremendous height. The craggy rockside flashed by in an instant before Matt was faced with the chiseled granite stones of the bailey.
Matt could just barely peer up past the crenellations from where he was held, just below the peak of the wall. He could only see the parapets and, much higher up, the sky-scraping towers of the castle.
Edd growled lowly, loudly, timbre visibly rattling the loose slabs of stone in the wall. Matt made a mental note to task a few masons to fix those.
There was a beat, before panic-stricken shouts and yells filled the air. There was a cacophony of clattering metal that quickly receded, as if a lot of people were fleeing. They probably were, Matt thought. Edd was a terrifying sight when he was legitimately furious.
“L-l-l-lo-lo th-there, Giant!”
Matt craned his head curiously, trying to look past the top of the wall. There was someone still there?
Edd shifted, dropping his gaze down to glower at the speaker. Matt swore that he could hear the man’s armour rattling from here.
“Wh-what b-bu-b-business d-d-d-do you h-have h-here?” The terror-stricken voice queried. Edd sneered at the man, voice laced with contempt.
“What business do you have here, Commander?” The giant rumbled contemptuously, leaning forward to loom over the apparent leader of the invaders.
The hapless man had nary uttered a syllable before Edd snarled.
“No, I don’t care,” he spat, curling his lip. “I want you and your men out of this castle, now, before I crush your organs out through your eye sockets.” The threat was punctuated by a colossal hand thudding down over the top of the wall.
A shrill, wavery yelp broke the air, along with a clatter of armour as the commander stumbled back.
“B-but—No.” The commander seemed to gather himself, voice swelling with confidence. “W-we have captured this castle and killed it’s king. By Right of Conquest, we own it and the surrounding—”
Edd’s furious snarl completely swallowed the rest of the man’s words. “THIS IS MY CASTLE,” He bellowed. Matt shot him an outraged look. Like hell it was! Edd continued on, oblivious to the incensed glare he was now on the receiving end of.
“Unless you plan to fight and kill me for it, I suggest you leave.” He hissed menacingly, baring huge white teeth in a spine-chilling sneer.
There was a crash of metal as the commander evidently fell back. “Mnh-uh-um-” Edd growled once more, raising his head high above the poor sod.
“Eh! Uh, yes, okay-okay! I-I’ll call my men off! We’ll leave!” Successive pounding indicated that the man had fled. Edd hummed triumphantly.
“Hey!” Matt shouted, drawing the giant’s attention. “This is not your castle!”
Edd blanched. “I know!” He sheepishly assured, raising Matt to eye level. Matt looked at the giant crossly.
"I just thought, if they think that a giant claimed the castle, they’d be less inclined to stay and fight for it? He rambled frantically, eyes wide. “Plus, they’ll spread the word and less people will come to try and conquer your kingdom!”
Matt eyed Edd’s nervous demeanor for a moment longer before acquiescing. Then he scowled. “Well, now everybody’s going to know that there’s a giant here!” He gestured sweepingly at the castle. “Edd, every hunter in the land is going to be coming after you! I can’t stop them all at my borders!”
Edd winced, then shrugged. “I figure we’ll cross that river when the time comes. No point in worrying about it.”
A running tramp of metallic footsteps broke the conversation from continuing further.
“Hail, Giant!” Both Edd and Matt glanced over to see a knight hastily jogging over. He reached them, huffing and puffing as he leaned against a crenellation. Edd tilted his head.
“Hail, knight. Do you need something?” Edd responded, dropping the formal speech almost immediately.
The knight nodded, panting, and straightened. “I-I saw His Majesty fall from the edge! Did you see him? Can you find him?”
Matt gestured for Edd to lower him down to the rampart. “No need,” he assured the knight, waving brightly from his seat in the giant’s palm. The knight brightened, straightening to attention.
“Y-Your Majesty! You’re alright! Ho-how did you survive the fall?” The knight lifted his visor, revealing a pale, youthful face.
“He caught me,” Matt jerked his thumb towards Edd. “Right before I hit the ground, too.”
“Not that this isn’t nice,” Edd cut in, stealing both humans’ attention. “But, uh, the king needs to see a medic.”
Matt blinked, glancing down at his leg. “Oh, right,” he had forgotten about that. “I suppose that I should get this looked at.”
The young knight peered at the wrapped injury, eyes wide. “I-Is that an axehead, Your Majesty?” He shook his head, visor rattling. “Never mind that. The Giant is correct. You need to see a healer.”
Matt huffed, scooting forward towards the edge of Edd’s palm. It didn’t even hurt anymore, really. He reached the edge, where the flesh curved downwards, and eased himself off. He landed on his left leg, wobbling unsteadily, before gingerly setting down his right. Despite an initial pang, it seemed solid enough. Matt attempted a step forward, only for his right leg to give out and send him pitching face-first with a yelp.
The young knight rushed forward, catching Matt by his right arm. He helped the king righten, then slung the king’s arm over his shoulders. “M-maybe it’s best to keep weight off of your wound, Your Majesty.”
Matt scowled, but nodded. “I suppose you’re right.” He turned to Edd, craning his head to look up at him. “Thank you for saving me, Edd.”
The giant waved him off. “It’s no problem, majesty. This puts us at about…even, for once.” He blinked. “Huh.”
Matt smiled blithely. “Let’s try and keep it that way, shall we?”
Edd chuckled. “We can try.” He gave the pair a lazy wave. “I’ll see you later, highness.” With that, the giant ducked down behind the wall, leaving the knight and the king to limpily travel off of the wall into the still-smoking city.
vOcAb
Fransisca- an old time hatchet
Mantelet- The short version of a mantle, the red cloak things with white fur trim and black spots you usually see popular-media kings wear
Hauberk- a chain mail shirt, more or less
Taffeta- A kinda crisp silk
Bailey-The outer wall of a castle. Usually, it has no towers or anything.
The giant hummed, disinterestedly twisting and turning Tord's tiny body between his massive fingers.
Tord wheezed when the thumb, already pinched too tight, shifted to press down on his ribs.
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I thought of what Tord is in the King Matt/Giant Edd/Whatever Au (I need to think of a name for it). He's a bounty hunter/adventurer dude/thing! Aaannd he traveled to Matt's kingdom to try and slay the 'terrifying giant in the kingdom'. Hasnt turned out so well, has it?
Also, I wanna say, cause I wasn't sure when I made that first drawing for this au, but Edd is huge. Uh. If you can't tell from this drawing. Uh. I'll think of a numerical height so it'll be easier for y'all to imagine it. Or just draw him holdin someone or something, I dunno yet.
(also: how tf do you draw fingernails!? they shouldn't be that hard to draw but aarrraagh-)
Now i can understand more the relationship they have:') Also, would Edd try to take revenge on the humans that chained him? And would he enjoy giving a scare to Matt's people (meaning no actual harm of course)?
Oh heck yes, he would. Matt would even help him hunt them down, because this is in his kingdom, and Edd is obviously a person, despite the mixed stories everyone tells about giants, so he needs to get these people and either banish them, imprison them, or execute them for their crime.
Edd loves to terrorize people. I mean, he usually knows where the line is, to not go too far, but after years of isolation, (giants be built different, man (like no contact with any creature, whatsoever (jeeze, what I'm trying to get at is no basic stuff, like food or water, but giants are more 'in tune with nature or their surroundings or something' and can draw energy from the earth around them, when in dire need. This is why Edd isn't dead from lack of nutrients, but is also why he looks scrawnier than a skeleton, at first. There's only so much you can get from the harsh stone of a underground chasm.))) after years of cursing and hating and blaming the whole of the human race, it's a small wonder that he only goes so far as frightening Matt's people every now and again, instead of bringing down the whole kingdom.
“I mean...there’s not much you can do to make me leave.”
(much, much later edit: Matt needs to be waaaayyy smaller in this pic. Like, he's about the size of one of the chain links. Edd is reaalllyy really big in this au.)
