• Mature • Vindarnas

[Alistair]

52nd of Ymiden, Arc 717

A great fire raged. People screamed in shrill tongues, but for excitement rather than fear. Vindarnas, Vindarnas, Vindarnas, so many of them chanted. Vindarnas? The mage did not know what that was.

"Vindarnas," a large man yelled, wearing that of strips of leather and furs at his shoulders and back, and naught but a loincloth and fur boots to cover the lower end of his body. He was tan, and tall, and wearing dirt across his face - some sort of tribal... make-up, of sorts. Alistair had seen nothing like it before.

"Vindarnas, saska kedwenn, kol edra en sadra forgunn, forgunn," he chanted. Alistair still did not understand enough Haltunga to make out what he was saying - not entirely, at least. What little he could make out, though... was interesting enough. Vindarnas, your heart, give it to us forgrunn, forgrunn, they chanted. Who... was that?

And where was he? He raised his palms to look at them, and he realized that they weren't there. Nothing was there -- he couldn't see himself at all. Why?

"Alistair," a voice whispered. Sounded like a bloody fairy, and it came from nowhere. He, or whatever body he glared through, turned rapidly attempting to find the source of the voice. And he did. A wisp of golden smoke trailed around him, and compelled that he followed. So he did.

"Alistair," the creature whispered again, and manifested. Its voice changed, and its form expanded dramatically - it took on the form of a Lotharro, tall and incredibly muscular. It didn't take him more than a moment to realize who it was... Fridgar. Within instants, they were on one another, ethereal form to ethereal form. The mage couldn't restrain himself - he hadn't seen his beloved in two trials, now. Two trials too many.

Before they could delve further into the act, however, all retracted. The fire, the chanting, the forest. The whole world disappeared around him, and he opened his eyes to the visage of a room, with eyes looking back at him. Royand von Sidhe, yet again, his eternal and potentially unwanted companion. Why was he here, again?

"Alistair," the man called to him, holding out a hand. "Grab onto my palm. Let me touch your forehead," he whispered. Royand leaned forward and placed a palm upon the mage's head, shrugging at the results. He was cool enough, the Jeger wasn't worried. "You weren't out very long. We drugged you to ensure you didn't experience pain while we mended your wounds, but alas, the drug seems to have failed your constitution." He shrugged.

And then, it hit - a sudden burst of pain, or perhaps it was shock. Stitches were in his shoulder, and his chest. Alistair winced. "No," he said, shaking his head rapidly, in a sudden panic. "I don't need stitches -- not for a wound like this. I'm... I'm a... someone who's blessed, my mark -- it makes me regenerate much faster than other people. There's no need..."

He began to whimper, curling his face to meet his arms, which pressed into his knees. Royand's brow rose, and then he knelt, beside the mage's bed.

"This isn't about the stitches, is it?" he asked.

"No," Alistair responded. "It's about Fridgar."

"Would you like to see him?" Royand asked.

"Yes."

[Varthakh]

He awoke with a start, snapping his eyes open before throwing himself from the bedding. Initially, he fell to all fours, raising his head as he stomped about the room, retrieving his clothes. Only bits later did he remember that he wasn't a Trachadon anymore. On the bright side, he was alone. No one had seen him behaving like a feral beast. On the down side, he was alone. Alistair, his beloved, they had been separated since the whole squabble with the jeger where Fridgar had been torn to shreds. Since then, he'd agreed to join them in return for treatment. He could turn back into himself after the petrification on his back had been reversed.

At the end of the trial, abandoning the kriger to become a jeger was a mean to an end, he was granted his true form back in return. Also, he would be able to hunt down some fantastic totems with the aid of his pack, with which he could return to Andaris. When he'd found out that Alistair was also joining the jeger, he couldn't help himself. The thought of getting to be with his beloved for an even more extended period made him happy beyond words. He emerged from his daydream, beaming. This was the trial, the trial that he would be reunited with his beloved.

Fridgar pressed into his palms in a quick explosive motion, pushing himself from the floor into an upright position. He stumbled, standing on two legs still needed some adjusting to, it had become bizarre in the time that he spent stuck in Trachadon form. Piece by piece, he forces his huge body into his leather clothing, finishing the tying of his large leather boots before rushing out the door. Excitement pulsed through his veins, he couldn't keep still. All he'd wanted for the past two trials was to be with his lover once again. The two would need to engage in the roughest intercourse to make up for lost time, he'd decided.

The giant rushed down the stairs, remarkably failing to trip over his legs as he plummeted down to the ground level of the barracks he'd stayed at. His healers had insisted that he take the time to recover, they didn't understand the concept of Chrysalis; all the damage done to him was reverted, back to the state he was in when he acquired his current self totem. He was good as new. Remarkably to them, the broken legs and sheered tusks, the burn from the alchemical fluid used to remove the foreign stone from his body, all of it was gone. He was fresh and ready to embrace Alistair with all his love.

The mass of muscle knew no breaks, rushing through to the end of the barracks where he burst into the open air. As pleasant as it was to breath the fresh air with lotharen lungs again, he knew it would be so much nicer to hold his beloved again. The bulk would rush through the packed roads of the jeger, towering a good half a foot over most of them. Uncertain gazes met his form, whispers were passed. All seemed to be confirming that this was the becomer who had taken a full assault from the jeger, landing in a crippled pool of his own blood, only to run about like a maniac in the next two trials. Most were sceptic as the Lotharen were still new to the practices of magic. In the end, it was just a rumour and none could confirm whether this was truly the Trachadon or not.

As much as Fridgar wanted to get even with some of his new brothers, his mind only had one track, it led directly to Alistair. He didn't need directions, he could feel his presence with the bond they shared through initiation, he knew exactly the direction he had to be headed to be one with his love once more, nothing got in his way. If crowds of people or carts got in his way, Fridgar would simply blink through to the other side and continue his running. He'd been told that he could see Alistair this trial, but they'd never specified when. Whether he was too early or not, he didn't care, if he wanted to be with his fiancé, then they would have one hell of a time stopping him for the second run.

He now had access to his full arsenal, his mobility had been restored. He wouldn't go down so easy if they decided to break his legs again.

He neared the building, Alistair was so close, the feeling of his presence was warm against his face. then he passed it, the warmth was at his side, tingling his cheek. Fridgar would skid to a halt, nearly falling in the process. He scrambled back to his full balance before rushing back to the door he'd recently passed, forcing all his weight into it. The door gave way, snapping at the hinges if it was locked. He'd started getting a little tired, his breathing had even picked up a little. Uninvited, he pushed his way through any jeger that stood between him and the room where Alistair's energy resonated strongest. Hyper and hysteric, Fridgar punched the door, flinging it open with startling force.

At last, his eyes met Alistair's, his beloved, all snuggled into bed. Fridgar held for half a trill gathering himself before chasing a pocket of ether right in front of his lover and throwing himself into Alistair after a very sudden blink. Fridgar would land atop the smaller man, pressing him into the bedding with his tremendous weight and wrapping him in his massive muscular arms. "Alistair!" Fridgar whimpered, burying his snout into the crease of his lover's neck, kissing tenderly at every piece of skin he could get his lips on. A single elongated inhale through his nose filled his lungs with the scent of his beloved, too long had he been without it.

Such excitement had blinded him to the other man in the room, he almost paid him no attention. At last, the man he loved mixed with his warmth. His chest would press against Alistair's, feeling each other’s heartbeats as they shared in their embrace. His paw would rub over the bare body of his lover, caressing his back as he spoke "I love you so much, Alistair. please don't-" he paused, his hand meeting the bandage of the injured human. Fridgar pulled back from the intense hug and looked him up and down, seeing the bandage in full. All the way across his chest, it stretched.

"...What the fuck? What happened?" he begged an answer, looking his poor wounded mate in the eyes, pain welling in the form of tears. What had they done to him? Fridgar turned, meeting eyes with the other man in the room despite the vicious mutation that enraged him for doing so. "You..." Fridgar growled, recognising him from somewhere, though he was unsure from where. "What did you do to him!?" Fridgar stood, releasing Alistair as his skin reddened, adrenaline rampant. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ALISTAIR!?" he roared, furious, his claws parted and his stance widened, he was ready for a fight.

[Alistair]

It was Fridgar. He was coming. Alistair could feel it - he wasn't so far away, the sense... his sense for Fridgar felt different. It felt right - close to him, where he belonged. Alistair grew giddy immediately, wiping the swelling moistness from his eyes and straightening himself up. He stared at the door in anticipation, and when Fridgar stepped through, the mage sprung up from his snuggle - only to be thrown back into the bedding and snuggled voraciously by his burly mate. The man couldn't even wait long enough to step towards him, he had to blink. Alistair felt the same way, and affectionately cuddled his love from the moment he made contact with him.

"My love," he soared, his emotions rising and his joy swelling immensely. "My love, my love... my darling," he said over and again, unbearably happy to see the love of his life again - and in that form. He finally got the cuddles he wanted days ago, and Lord it was worth the wait. Everything they'd endured since then...

Their hearts met, their bodies clung together. Alistair had only one thing on his mind: Fridgar. He took in his scent, handsome and masculine, whilst gripping around his back as tightly as he could. He felt so right, Fridgar's chest against his own. He didn't even care that he was pressing into the stitches. They'd be fine. He needed his lover.

But of course, when Fridgar noticed them, he grew enraged. That was something Alistair had anticipated, and when Fridgar let go of him to screech and howl at the Jeger, Alistair quickly stood behind him, gripped him by the wrist and turned his head. Taking him into a tender kiss, the mage stroked his cheek and exhaled. "Fridgar," Alistair whispered, lowering his eyes and frowning.

"Please calm down, my love," the mage pleaded, his voice weak. He couldn't handle any more fighting right now. No more clawing and scraping and begging. It had been days of altercation after altercation - Fridgar and Alistair, the two of them and Kerad Reyn, them and the Jegers, Alistair and the trial...

"No more fighting, Fridgar," Alistair begged. "These were from my trial. I failed," he stated, swallowing. "I didn't use magic, but also tried to be brave. Instead, I got shot through the shoulder. But... I'm resilient. As resilient as a Lothar, probably more. These wounds will heal quickly, and the worst they did was tear through my flesh some. You've experienced a thousand times worse, love. Don't panic too much," the mage whispered, kissing his man yet again in an attempt to further calm him down.

"Royand?" Alistair asked. The Jeger left the room, closing the door behind him. The two were left together.

"I love you, more than life. I never want to argue with you like that again, Fridgar. I hurt so much imagining you dying after all that, never being able to fully redeem myself. I'm going to get rid of this fucking blessing -- this curse. This thing that compels my anger and my vitriol," he grimaced, shaking his head as he stared down.

"Fridgar, marry me," he said, raising his eyes to look into the Lotharro's irises. "You said you wanted to be a better man, and you've become one. You've done everything for me, followed me across the world, fought and suffered - and you've loved, and have shown empathy. You've learned to compromise, and accept others for who they are." If he had to remind him, then he would. Kaiserion, Ellasin, Vuda, the Jegers - he'd done his part with them. He'd accepted that in order to protect himself, and therefore Alistair, he'd have to sometimes make a compromise.

That was all Alistair could have ever wanted. His love had changed, and while he still tried to bash his way through almost everything, that would probably never change; it didn't need to. That was who Fridgar was, fundamentally. It didn't mean he didn't deserve a life, children, and Alistair eternally by his side. On the contrary - he deserved all that more than anyone else, because he fought harder for what he got than anyone.

"I've been learning about these things... havendal, kindal... I found out that you're already my havendal, Fridgar. Look at what you did to protect me, my honor. Look at what you've always done, Fridgar," he whispered, kissing him again, first the cheeks... then the jaw. "I-I just wonder... what would happen if you died? Nothing. I'd never see you again, this life or the next. But if we married, if we binded ourselves together, I could know for certain in my heart that I'd be with you in my next life. That's what Likryjr is, this system of marriage they have here. A spiritual contract, meant to keep us together," he said, nodding his head slowly.

"I want nothing more than to be yours. Maybe you don't think you're ready... but I know you are. And I love you," his lips began to quiver as tears left his eyes, "so much. So please," he squeezed on the man's wrists,

"Don't turn me away."

[Varthakh]

What could he say?Alistair turned his head away, breaking his eye contact with the dead man. He stood, still red and seething. He'd gotten so close to triggering his spark and forcing his paw into action, but Alistair tried to stop him. Of course, he did, the past few trials had been violent enough without him turning on one of the jegers in their own camp. In his own camp? Still, Alistair was wounded, he'd never seen him hurt, never. In all their battles and skirmishes, Alistair had always come out flawless and unscathed. How did this happen? That guy from two trials ago, leader of the jegers, he'd said that no harm came to Alistair, he lied?

In all of Alistair's skill, he failed? How? "Tell me what happened, why did they hurt you?" the Lothar whimpered, turning to hug his beloved in a loving hug. After the human had finished his explanation of the trial, Fridgar released all the rage he'd built up in making eye contact with the other man in the room. "I'm so sorry, I should have been there to protect you," he continued, nuzzling Alistair deeply. "Even if you're tough, you can't regenerate like I can, I can crawl back from the brink of death so easy, you can't. Please don't start copying me, Alistair," he raised his head, matching the noble's nebula eyes with his mismatched black and brow ones, swiftly, he planted a kiss on the forehead of his beloved and ran his hands gently down his injured body.

Alistair called to the man that Fridgar had been about ready to decapitate and he left the room, closing the door carefully behind him. Fridgar was left alone with Alistair, who fit snug into his loving arms. "I love you too, more than anything," though he tilted his head in confusion, halting in the administrations of his cuddles briefly before remembering what Alistair was talking about. "You're still upset about that? I forgot it even happened! Please, please don't feel bad about it Alistair, I'm fine, honestly," his lips pecked about the skin of his mate, coating him with plentiful kisses. Maybe they had healing properties and Alistair's wounds would clear up quicker? Maybe not, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.

When Alistair spoke again, proposing for the second time, Fridgar's heart welled. Hot blood coursed through his veins, lighting up his nerves and setting his chest alight. His eyes were beaming, overjoyed. Had he really changed enough? 'Didn't matter. "Yes!" He lifted the human from the floor and furiously pressed his lips against his beloveds, holding for a few trills before opening his mouth and pushing his tongue into the warm oral cavity of his mate. There, he explored every inch of his lover’s mouth, mixing their saliva’s in a flurry of passionate kissing. he broke the kiss briefly, breathing ragged as he kept their heads close "Yes, Alistair," his lips met his beloveds once more as the warmth of his breath washed over the human he held, "I'll marry you."

Just as soon as he'd finished speaking, maybe a syllable or two off, he reconnected their mouths. Furiously intent on expressing his burning affection for his beloved, Fridgar laid the noble down gently on his bed. His paws would strafe lower, pulling at the edges of his mate’s trousers as things escalated... All the while, he wrestled tongues with Alistair, eyes blissfully closed through the whole thing.

Fridgar had long since forgotten that they were in a jeger barracks, maybe he didn't care. All he wanted was Alistair, right here and now.

[Alistair]

His mate -- he'd been so kind, always, but especially now. Alistair couldn't ever imagine pulling away - he was brought into a hug, a firm embrace, whilst his lover tenderly kissed him and showed the extent of his concern. Tell me what happened, he asked, why did they hurt you?

"They didn't hurt me -- it was a field test. A fight," the man stated. "I was sent into a coliseum... or I guess more a pit, before being knocked unconscious with some... smoke... and sent into the forest to hunt a foe. I acted foolishly, and got myself shot. I am to blame," he said, adamantly, though quickly his voice and tone receded into the familiar tenderness he experienced whilst wrapped up in his love. I should've been there to protect you, the man whispered, causing for Alistair's smile to grow exponentially. He really was his havendal, always wanting to protect him from everything, all elements, creatures and people alike.

But he couldn't always protect him. And hell, he wouldn't often need to. Alistair was strong -- he was. Fridgar needed to realize that, to stop worrying about him so much. How could he make him see?

"Fridgar," the mage called to his mate. "I do regenerate," he said. "Slowly, but I do - people with my... blessing, we have higher vitality, constitution, we recover much more quickly than others. Scars don't stick, diseases waiver, even age doesn't seem to bother us so much - until we die from it. I am not capable of coming back from the destruction of one of my vital organs, fine, but -- I can survive almost anything. I'm not... weak. You chose as your kindal one of the strongest people around. You know that," the mage whispered, kissing his fiance - and soon to be husband - on the lips whilst the Lotharro tenderly caressed him, holding him up from the floor.

The Becomer suggested not to worry so much about the argument they had trials prior, and so Alistair forgot. He let it go, leaving it behind him. There was no need to think about it if Fridgar wasn't angry. It was just - Fridgar's life being on the line dug into him. Deeply. Made him regret.

Just as, inversely, his agreement to marry him would alleviate everything. Alistair's heart rose, his body lightened. The noble had never been happier - it was final, they were going to get married. They could choose a date, have a wedding. Bring some people, even, though he felt that neither of them had too many friends. And now... now he could know that whatever happened, they'd always stay together... across lifetimes, across countries and continents. Him and Fridgar. Only them.

"Fridgar," he whispered, kissing him in return, hands gripping at the man's back and squeezing at his skin. "My havendal," Alistair called, closing his eyes and melting into the bed as the man pulled at his pants, preparing to ravish him as celebration of their marriage. The mage, despite his injuries, did his best to reverse their positions. He laid atop Fridgar and pressed him into the bed, palms ripping through his trousers and undergarments whilst brushing their lower bodies together.

"My havendal, let me please you tonight?" he asked, staring him in the eye before leaning in to bite and suck at his jaw.

[Varthakh]

Prior to their canoodling, Alistair described the nature of his injuries. A fight? That only begged the question; who hit him? Who had the balls to strike his beloved with any sort of weapon? Evidently someone that didn't want to keep them for very long. Fridgar Sighed, Alistair was copying him. Why didn’t he just blink or use his minions? So many parts of the story just didn't add up and Alistair wasn't too sharing on the details, he would just need to find out for himself some trial.

As for the regeneration, it was true. Alistair did heal a lot faster than other humans, he was watching it in action. The wounds he suffered had nearly completely healed in two trials, Alistair was safe after the fight, but what about during? Sure, he was tough, really tough. Perhaps the hardiest human he knew, but that was the problem. A human, living in Gauthrel. There was a reason that these lands were so full of Lotharro and not humans, they were the naturally stronger race. Whatever the case, the pair had proven to be a bad ass duo. Not even a Soranar had managed to best them with their combined efforts. Fridgar would continue to protect and care for his beloved, even if he'd fucked up this once.

In the meantime; Fridgar was gentle enough with the man, careful not to open his stitches or the like. As such, the smaller man overpowered him with surprising ease, catching the impassioned Lothar off guard. Alistair pushed the bigger man over to his side and rolled atop him. Eagerly, the human tore through his trousers, Fridgar did the same to him. All that was left between them in the end were Fridgar's and Alistair's underwear. Fridgar groaned, gripping his beloved by the hips as he sat atop him. "Yes, Alistair," Fridgar whimpered, overwhelmed with desire, "Please me, I need it!"

[Pegasus]

Alistair

Points! 15

Knowledge:
Endurance: Enduring pain for cuddles
Endurance: Fighting through serious injuries
Endurance: Using excitement to quell pain
Persuasion: Convincing someone to keep the peace
Persuasion: Asking someone's hand in marriage amidst a powerful moment
Persuasion: Calming someone down
Seduction: Asking to be on top
Discipline: Remaining calm within a storm

Fridgar: Will Marry You
Fridgar: Reunited at last
Trial of the Hunter: I Failed, But I'll Try Again

Loot: N/A
Injuries/Overstepping: None
Fame: N/A
Devotion: N/A
Collaboration: Yes
Magic EXP: No

Fridgar

Points! 15

Knowledge:
Investigation: Determining the attacker is difficult under stress
Psychology: Unbridled excitement
Rupturing: Blinking through obstacles while running at high speeds
Rupturing: Blinking into a tackle-hug because running is too slow
Running: Running through obstacles to reunite with bae
Seduction: Letting bae take charge

Alistair: Was hurt while you were gone
Alistair: Failed a trial
Alistair: Joined the path of the Jeger as a pup for you
Path of the Jeger: Injured Alistair despite saying he would not be harmed
Path of the Jeger: Allowed you to see Alistair

Loot: N/A
Injuries/Overstepping: None
Fame: N/A
Devotion: No
Collaboration: Yes
Magic EXP: No

CommentAwwww, so cute. I enjoyed the thread - and I'm glad it ended there!

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