Tumblr put a content label on my post over some pink strawberries so I had to copy the request This was requested from @b1rd-0f-w4r “I saw requests are open so I'm here :D Can we request original ocs of yours? Then it would be pretty fun for the 2 elves to *try* to teach reader their language, to a foreign reader that knows nothing about their language.. Language barriers are pretty fun to write ^^”
Masterlist, original characters masterlist, yandere!elf (Sigurd) character profile, yandere!elf (Eilif) character profile
You were huddled up underneath a blanket against the wall. You had tried to great as much space as possible from the two elves and you. Even though the bed was quite large, it didn’t seem enough. The elf closest to you tilted his head as his eyes racked over your form. He was the most mischievous one, and while the other was more dangerous in terms of magic and all that, Sigurd was the one you feared the most. And with good reason.
“I’m bored!” Sigurd whined as he threw his head back, causing his long blond hair to fall from his shoulders in rivers of liquid gold. He never seemed to be able to sit still and his restlessness only caused you unease.
The other elf only scoffed and rolled his eyes. In his hands were a thick tome filled with poetry. The words on the covers were totally unintelligible. Eilif’s green-yellow eyes flickered to yours. Their intensity sending a shiver down your spine. He sighed loudly before he resumed his reading.
Eilif’s disinterest in Sigurd boredom only made him more whiny as he dramatically collapsed over your blanket. “He is ignoring me again… Can you believe that?” his tail flickered playfully behind him. “But you will entertain me, won’t you?” sky blue eyes looked up at you pleadingly.
“Stop harassing her. She can’t stand your presence anymore than what I do” the black haired man snapped.
Sigurd didn’t seem to get hurt by his words and only tugged on your blanket. “Aren’t you humans supposed to be kind?”
“Can you please leave me alone….?” your voice was meeker than what you would have liked, but knowing what kind of bullshit Sigurd could suddenly do was too much a risk to act out. He might look a lot friendlier than Eilif, but he was so much more sinister.
“Agh! You are no fun!” he rolled over onto his back with his face facing Eilif’s book. A sudden lightbulb seemed to have ticked off in his sick head and he suddenly sat up. Eilif grumbled at his sudden movements, but Sigurd couldn’t care less. “Oh I have an idea!” he tore the book from Eilif’s hands before he waved it in front of you. A whine popped out of Eilif’s forehead and you were sure he would strangle the man.
“Why don’t we teach our lovely little human some of our language?” the blond elf chimed. To your surprise a small smile formed on Eilif’s lips at the idea.
“Now that’s not a bad idea… I can’t remember the last time you had an idea this good.”
“Hey! That’s rude!”
“Ehh… I’m not so sure tha—”
“Oh don’t be a killjoy sweetheart!” Sigurd interrupted you as he ripped your blanket off as he forced your legs down from where they had been shielding you. “We always try our best to understand human culture, so it’s only fair you try to understand ours!” You didn’t say that the had literally kidnapped you against your will and their way of understanding human culture was not exactly something you had ever asked for.
You tried to show him off you, but he didn’t budge.
“We should start with something easy” Eilif was suddenly at your side, blocking your route to escape. “Hmm… Oh how about this: we can teach you basic greetings first.”
“That’s boring.”
“Shut up.” “Can you try to say: ‘Hello my name is [Name]?’” the language he spoke in was beautiful and melodic. You had heard them speak the elvish language before, especially when they were discussing matters concerning you.
You blinked at him with big eyes. It didn’t seem to difficult. “Okay… Uhm… ‘Hello me name is [Name].’”
“Hmm not quite, but good job!” the black haired elf gave your head a gentle pat as if you were his pet (which wasn’t too far from the truth).
“Boring!” Sigurd pressed his hand on Eilif’s face and pushed him away earning him a hiss from the man.
“Do that again and I will bite your hand off” Eilif’s lips were drawn back in a sneer, revealing his long and sharp fangs.
“Ooooh scary…” Sigurd held his hands up in a mocking expression. “‘You look extremely handsome.’ Can you say that?” his grin obnoxious.
You hesitated, but upon seeing no visible reaction from Eilif — the more sensible of the due — you decided to try. “‘You… lock extreme handsome?’”
“No, ‘you look extremely handsome.’”
“‘You look extremely handsome.’”
“Yay! You did it!” Sigurd leaned forward and gave your cheek a big wet smooch. “You are a natural!”
“So… what does it mean?”
“You look extremely handsome!”
“Oh.” Of course you should have seen that coming.
“‘I love you.’ Can you say that?” Eilif’s expression was serious and his deep voice a bit lower.
Your gaze flickered from the two of them. They were both staring at you with emotions you didn’t want to try and understand. “‘I love you…’” something didn’t feel right as the words fell from your lips. You had a suspicion of the words meaning, but you didn’t want to say it out loud.
