Rating: M (to be safe; gore, language)
Main Pairing: Kristanna
Summary: Hamunaptra. A place filled with history, legends and mystery. A place Anna Arendelle had only dreamed of finding since she was a little girl. When it seems faith supplies her with the opportunity to find this hidden city, she jumps head first at the chance to find it. But a revengeful mummy, an apocalyptic curse, a deadly adventure (and possibly love) where not exactly on her list of things to discover.
Previous Chapters: [ P 1 2 3 4 ]
Notes: So uh....there is legit no excuse. Lost all inspiration and will to write tbh. Really don’t know why but yeah, that was a thing. So here we are, updating this after nearly a year now. Oops. I am so sorry but...yeah...
It was a calming night along the river, one that should have put Anna’s mind at ease. Unfortunately, it was doing nothing of the sort.
She had come out of her cabin for a bit of light reading before bed; hoping the calming roll of the ship, the gentle breeze, the calmness of it all would help ease her mind and lull her to sleep. With a sigh, she twisted her necklace as she stared out into the water in frustration.
It wasn’t even about the fact they had finally, finally, found a bit of adventure. That she had gotten herself out of the library that was keeping her awake. Nor was it the idea of finding a lot city that only so few had claimed to have visited.
Oh no.
Her frustration came from the stupid leader of their group.
It wasn’t even because he was a grump. Which yes, quite frankly he was one large grump of a man that never seemed to be happy.
Even before boarding the boat, when Sven had tried to be cheerful with him, Kristoff had been nothing but short and unsure of Sven’s friendliness.
Anna simply assumed the whole betrayal thing that happened between the two might play a part in it. She honestly couldn’t blame him for being so unsure of her brother’s actions, he had played him once before. Trusting her brother was no easy task.
Nor was it that his manners were absolutely horrendous.
Though now that she thought about it, he had helped them with their bags onto the boat. Had carried them all to their respected cabins as well, not leaving till he was sure they were all settled in. Well, more her than Sven really.
No, it was none of that though Anna wished it were.
It was because the moment he had come into view at the docks, she had all but gaped at him.
She had been so unsure he would arrive in the first place. After getting him out of the prison, they had gotten him a hotel room. Something she felt they owed him for nearly getting him killed thanks to her brother’s idiocracy.
He, Kristoff, was a man of few words she found. Whether it be because of his unsureness of Sven or what, he barely spoke more than a simple ‘Thank you’ after giving him the key. It had been a small risk, as Sven pointed out, seeing as he could simply up and run with his new found freedom.
But a day later, they received a note from him, giving them a time and place along the docks to meet within two days time.
The man that appeared at the docks, however, was not the one she had expected to see.
No more was the rugged man with a long, unkempt beard or long hair. His hair was cut significantly shorter, pushed back away from his face to show off his brown eyes. His beard was gone, aiding in the disappearance of the ruggedness Anna had seen back within the prison. His rags were now replaced with a new set of travel clothes, along with a holster for his two handguns.
With his one bag slung over his shoulder, eyeing the crowd around him, Anna had to take pause in realizing this was the same Kristoff she had seen not just a few days before.
This new appearance had made Anna blush as he eyed her, hoping to all God’s above he thought she was simply red from the sun.
Anna groaned and covered her face with her book.
She was already embarrassed enough from her...spontaneous reaction at the prison.
Now realizing he was also ridiculously attractive…
And incredibly tall I mean, yeah she was not that tall but the man seemed to loom over her and though at first intimidating, it made her stomach all but flip now at his height advantage of her…
And his eyes, his soft, chocolaty eyes…
And holy wow how were his biceps not ripping his shirt...
Anna sighed in annoyance, leaning her head back in her chair.
It didn’t matter because she was the weird librarian who had kissed the man in excitement without thinking and had completely embarrassed herself to the point of never ever having a chance. And god had Sven given her so much grief for what she did, and now every time she made eye contact with Kristoff she couldn’t help but blush from embarrassment.
“Why?” Anna groaned, staring up at the ceiling above.
“Why what?”
Anna jumped, looking over to find Kristoff holding a rolled up tool belt in his hand and looking at her with a small grimace.
Speak of the devil.
“Sorry,” he murmured, “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Anna sighed, “It’s ok.”
He smiled apologetically at her, and Anna hoped to all the God’s he did not see the small blush rising to her cheeks.
“So, why what?”
“Pardon?”
Kristoff sat the tool set down, “You said why when I walked up?”
“Oh,” Anna said, biting her lip, “I...uh…” She glanced down at her book, “I...just don’t like this particular part of the book.”
“Ah.” Kristoff said with a nod, “bad part?”
“No.” Anna said, closing her book, “More like the main character is acting like a complete idiot.”
Kristoff smirked, unwrapping the tool set. Anna watched him unravel the tool set and upon seeing what was inside, became confused.
“Um…” Anna said, eyebrows furrowing, “did I miss something?”
Kristoff looked up at her.
Before them laid a multitude of different handguns, ammunition and a few knives tucked away for safekeeping, all sitting in their own designated spot within the leather holder.
Kristoff looked back down at his set and began to select certain parts within it, checking some and adding others to his holster or pockets. “What do you mean?”
“We are going to the lost city yes?”
“Yes.”
“So, why are you preparing as though we are going off to battle?”
Kristoff paused in adding a bullet into his handgun, looking away from his work and Anna could see his eyes become distant for a brief second. Then he sighed, continuing to load his weapon, “There is something out there. Something underneath the sand.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“What, is there a swarm of scorpions hidden beneath the city?”
“What? No.”
“Oh, then a cave full of snakes then?”
“No.” Kristoff replied, a hint of frustration in his voice.
“Then what could lie beneath the sand that has you loading and preparing yourself to fight an army.”
Kristoff paused briefly once more, “Look, um..lady” he said after a moment.
“It’s Anna.”
“Right, Anna.” he sighed, and got back to loading his weapons, “I don’t...I don’t expect you to understand or believe me but just...trust me on this.” He added the last bullet into the chamber, gave it a quick spin then clicked it into place and back into his holster. “We are going to need these.”
Anna eyed him, holding back the quick retort that sat at the tip of her tongue. She knew Hamunaptra to be nothing but a lost city, most likely half buried in the sand. But she had never been there, had never seen it, had only heard such from books and legends.
Kristoff, however, had witnessed it first hand (or so he claimed). She wanted to be skeptical, but the seriousness in his tone, the look in his eyes made her think otherwise.
She simply nodded, gripping her book a bit tighter.
“Well,” she said after a moment, “as long as we find what I am looking for--”
“And what is that exactly?”
“Well, for my brother, he thinks it’s treasure.”
“Not surprised.”
“But I am looking for a book.”
“A book?”
“Yes, a special book.” Anna said with a grin, a bit of excitement coming to her, “The Book of Amun-Ra.”
Kristoff looked down at her, a smirk on his lips. “The Book of Amun-Ra?”
“Yes!” Anna said excitedly, “It contains all the secret incantations of the old kingdom. It’s something our parents used to talk about all the time. It’s what really got me interested in Egypt really. It’s kind of become a dream of mind to find it.”
“And the fact that it’s made entirely of solid gold doesn’t interest you at all?”
“Don’t mention that too loudly or you’ll get my brother riled up.” Anna huffed a laugh, “But no, not for me at least. I’ve always been more interested with what’s inside it more than anything.” She smirked at him, “I see you know your history then.”
Kristoff began to carefully roll the leather tool set back up, “I know my treasure.”
“Ah,” Anna said, “you sound like my brother.”
He tied the string around the leather belt, “Should I take that as an insult?”
Anna giggled, “No, Sven’s a good man I promise.”
“Funny way to show that.”
“Well, most of the time he is. When it doesn’t involved treasure...or money...or…” Anna blinked, “Ok, sometimes he is a good person. He just has his moments.”
Kristoff huffed a laugh, putting the set under his arm. “Right, I’m sure he does. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“You might be waiting a bit.”
He chuckled at that, bringing a smile to Anna’s face. He nodded, turning to leave but there was one more thing that was nagging her, “Kristoff?”
He paused, “Yeah?”
“Um,” Anna gulped, she needed to clear the air. “I...uh...about the prison..”
“What about it?”
“Well,” she bit her lip looking down, “not really the prison, but...what happened at the prison..”
“What do you...oh...oh.”
Anna felt the heat coming to her cheeks, and forced herself to look up at him. He was awkwardly rubbing his neck, looking anywhere but her.
“I’m...I’m sorry. I was impulsive and didn’t mean to. I just got so, so, so excited about you saying yes and I don’t know what came over me but it was an accident and I’m so sorry. I probably made it so awkward and you probably feel just as awkward as I do and I just want to apologize because that was so rash and--”
“Hey, Anna, look,” Kristoff cut in, Anna noticing the slightest bit of red on his cheeks. “I um...It’s ok. If you want, we can just pretend it never happened?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah...never happened.”
“Oh,” Anna said, nodding, “yes, never happened. Good...ok, yeah.”
Kristoff gave a soft smile, nodding to her “Well, see you at breakfast.” And turned towards the cabins.
“Night!” Anna called, biting her lip as he walked off. As he disappeared from view, Anna wondered why at his claim to act as though the kiss had never happened had caused her to feel a slight twinge of disappointment.
It was the tired eyes that gave it away, Lance noticed as he stared at his tired eyes. The first hints of it as he exchanged some words with Shiro who was still laying on their bed, reluctant to move from it. The symptoms were irrefutable.
Lance didn’t even hesitate on his actions when he was out of the room, knowing exactly what he had to do.
A chuckle left his lips when he saw Shiro’s expression, raised eyebrows and wide eyes staring at him. The change in his demeanor was surprisingly quick, and Lance was already feeling the pride of being the source of that change burning in his chest.
“morning, Lazy Panda. Are you ready for the best breakfast on bed ever?” He was joking, of course. this was definitely not his best work, but he knew it was enough to make him smile, and with that it was everything he needed. “I hope you like them, they were made with love, fairy dust and Hunk’s recipe so this should be good” He winked before leaning on the bed to leave a kiss on his forehead.
“How are you feeling?” Lance’s hand brushed his hair, playing with it as he stared down at him.
BAAAAAA... okay so this is the wip of a goat that is a part of the current drawing I’ve been working on for a while. The previous post about the ear is from this piece as well. I’m really liking how it’s going, I’m having so much fun. Rendering big empty spaces can be a bit tedious, but boy do I love the outcome and the tiny details!! Aaaa so excited to finish thisss!!!
