Lilia Calderu is like Loki/God of Stories now she can move through her life, time slip, all she wants so she can essentially live forever in a way and relive her life as many times as she wants.
pairing: druig x mortal fem! reader ( reader is referred to using she/her pronouns and is often feminized )
themes: angst, forbidden love, abandonment, pining, fluff in between
WARNINGS FOR POTENTIAL ETERNALS SPOILERS ‼️
word count: 1,333
summary:
he was sure it was written in the prophecies for eternity to be spent with you, that the two of you were entwined by destiny; how unfortunately mistaken he was.
( prophecy and greek mythology incorporation au ! )
published: 20th of november, 2021
a/n: i hope this is okay as it's my first time writing an x fem! reader and i usually write x gn! readers :'))
masterlist !
The prophecies were utterly and atrociously mistaken, they had to be; he was sure of it. It was forbidden for Eternals and all civilians of Olympus alike to engage romantically with morals and the habitants of Earth. It was written by Arishem in the prophecies for Druig to fall in love with the daughter of Aphrodite, though not relevant to his heroship and contribution to the fall of the Deviants.
But rather, a gift for the Eternals for their good doing and accommodation granted by Arishem. The ability to fall in love. But even that had its boundaries in spite of their heroic acts, which just so happened to be the one and only contributing factor to the ruination and untethering of the strings that tied you two together; him and the love of his perpetuity.
He was unsure what the point of the entirety of this romance plot was, if it meant his lover being chosen for him. He was, quite frankly, sick of every aspect of his existence being predetermined for him - as much as he loved possessing the abilities needed to maintain peace on Earth and helping humans. His very assembly was destined as it was.
He figured it wasn't such a terrible plan the moment he laid eyes on you. He just knew, that you were a goddess with only half a glance before drinking in every gorgeous minutiae that you consisted of. He was sure it was fate that day, how could it merely be a serendipity to have found someone as perfectly flawed as you only hours after a successful mission in the very town he'd saved? Unsure of how to approach you after seeing you play along with ostracized children whose parents left briefly to shop at the nearby markets, he swiftly followed after you as you made your way to town square.
Every delighted giggle that left your lips as you pranced with friendly strangers to the town music was a symphony to his ears. He never considered himself a dancer but was willing to try with little hesitance as he made his way right before your feet, staring intently at you as if asking permission, only moments before taking your hands into his when you nodded. He was sloppy, unorderly and perplexed, but he felt liberated and jovial as the two of you danced, you still giggling and giving him pointers as he tripped every now and then.
"Alternate the movement of your feet with mine," you said, nodding at him and smiling reassuringly as he attempted.
"There you go! You're a natural, see!" You praised and clapped with celebratory intent briefly before placing your hands on his shoulders as he placed his on your hips sheepishly, attempting his best to keep up his confident facade.
"Thank you, miss. I do appreciate it, really. And who might my lovely guide be?" He inquired as you swayed together.
You laughed at his sly inquiry with an eyebrow raised as you detected playful allure concealed under. "Y/n!" you slightly shouted as the music increased.
He smiled, repeating your name inwardly in repition. Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.
"Druig to you, pleasant to meet your acquaintance," he replied. You gave a nod of acknowledgement.
"Likewise!"
At that, the music came to a slow and steady halt. As the pair of you observed around, you were flustered to see that you were the only two left dancing on the floor. The crowd of spectators cheered, hollered, and clapped at your performance as Druig took your hand in his once more, bowing at the crowd and thanking them with playful arrogance as you curtseyed politely after adjusting your lengthy tunic.
You saw each other at dawn in the square every night after that, talking for hours on end, stargazing, and doing whatever it was you found appealing to do as the blanket of stars fell over the two of you. You showed him around the town you called home and all the delights it had to offer.
The Eternals were aware of who you are, some believed you only to be a friend of Druig's, there was no obvious implications that you were lovers. Druig would never admit it, but displaying affection around others with you fazed him a bit. Some, like Sprite, were suspicious of the pair of you being smitten, but even if you were, they knew he wasn't foolish enough to get tangled up in the chaos that was romance with a mortal, or anyone other than whom Arishem had destined him to be with for that matter.
He'd found out you were mortal when in the middle of your more profound nightly conversations.
"I love living with my family, but I want more than anything to be independent, do something more for the rest of my life." You said, hands above your head as you laid sprawled on the ground next to him, gazing at the stars.
"Life?" He inquired as he turned his head to establish eye contact as you did the same.
"Yes? Is something the matter, dear?"
He lingered in the curious silence for a moment before shrugging it off and assuring you that nothing was the matter. Druig was a hero, you knew that much. But he was quite the enigma, constantly absent at abrupt and irregular times without explanation when an older woman called him - you believed Ajak to have assumed the role of mother towards Druig and understood that matters were grave whenever she urged him over. He was apologetic to leave you, but accepted and recognized the spontaneity of when duty called. You knew nothing of his immortality, however.
After that night, you met for a final time. Under the stars per usual, this time with ice cream in hand, the best in town from the parlor that stayed open latest at night.
"My darling Y/n, never cease to remember that I will love you despite whatever circumstances we are thrown under, do you understand?" He kissed your hand and squeezed it gently.
You were unsure where this all was coming from, slightly hesitant to respond and hesitant that he was in some sort of danger.
"Of course, Druig. I love you. Thank you for saving us. For saving me. My valiant warrior," you chuckled only a second before he pulled you in to kiss you as you smiled in between, noting how he hadn't joined in the laughter and looked quite grave, but later dismissing it. For once, you didn't want to allow your habit of overthinking to prevent you and Druig from being as happy as possible if it was simply nothing.
"I love you, too," he whispered in response. You both smiled as you gazed back up at the stars profoundly.
He practically fell apart upon realizing you were human, knowing the consequences. No one would stand for it, it wasn't written into destiny. Tears streamed down his face as he crumpled to the ground in defeat. He had lived centuries, and this was the happiest he'd ever been: with you. He would miss all the nights in your sweet company, becoming familiar with the tender heart he'd seen accompany lonesome children, your sweet smile, and the kindest of eyes he'd seen that you possessed. He would miss it all. He would miss you. The worst that could happen was Arishem unleashing some sort of wrath upon you, if he allowed the Emergence to almost happen, there was no doubt in his mind that he'd do something just as worse to you. And so he left, with ever so much hesitance, he left you, his mortal goddess, and the quaint and lovely town he'd met you in that love had blossomed with, with a vague and simple note addressed to you and no other apparent explanation.
My beautiful Y/n,
I'm so sorry, sincerely and with all the veracity that weighs my heart down. I will always love you, inevitably.
Yours,
Druig.
a/n: let's just pretend that ice cream was a thing in this very early century, okay ?
