Takumi Fujiwara ♒ Ryujin (dragongod) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-07-25 04:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !zurvan, morpheus, ryujin, tenjin |
[completed/closed]
Characters: Tenjin (ghoulishly), Morpheus (morphly) & Ryujin (dragongod)
Date/Time: Some point during the peace talks (July 10 -15th), likely during the last couple of days
Location: Camelot, some private rooms
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Tenjin and Ryujin?
Summary: Never leave two of these individuals alone together.
Tenjin wasn't planning on being trouble. He was taking a moment to himself where Medb wouldn't be around. Ryujin made his blood boil even when he was just sitting in the room. He'd behaved all week so far, kept to himself, only shot looks at him every so often. He was on his best behavior, but only because he didn't feel like dealing with Medb if he weren't. He'd debated complaining to Daphne the whole time, but that would also be annoying.
So he was sitting in a room he'd stumbled onto in a secluded little place. He was going to take a moment to himself, deal with his annoyance, and get on with his life...for now, even if he did want to strangle that Ryugunese son of a bitch. Fucking smirking all the damn time (which was really an exaggeration. It had happened maybe once or twice) with his beady little eyes and his stupid face. Obviously he needed to get his face punched in. He was asking for it. Arms crossed over his chest, Tenjin leaned against the wall, eyes closing. He'd get him one of these days. Then Ryujin would know what it was to die.
Though fully aware that his nemesis was attending the conference, it had been some amount of fortune that kept them apart until now. Either because they both had plenty of work to do or they simply didn't have the same plans after that work. Ryujin, too, didn't care for trouble. He was content in attending, dealing with the issues and resuming his plans for when he would get his hand on Heimdall and Sigyn.
With the peace talks dwindling down to their final days, he found he didn't want to stay in his rooms as much. Though he had had Morpheus beside him for business and Fuujin and his heir for everything else, he was alone in this moment, having escaped everyone. Even emperors needed alone time as much as some of them might dismay at being in a region they didn't want to be in.
His entry into the room had been quietly done, having known of his location from some previous glance about. He hadn't returned until now but his hope was that he would just be able to focus on no one bust himself. However, as he moved in further into the room, he caught the sight of a dark hair. There was something familiar about him and Ryujin stepped around to take in the face that belonged to the individual.
Irritation flooded him instantly. Leaving could have been an option and yet he didn't take it, going over to position himself right before the Chancellor of Niflheim. One hand went to be placed beside Tenjin's head as he leaned in, intent on invading Tenjin's space well. "Waiting for someone, you ungainly creature?"
The quiet didn't last for long. How bothersome. No, the footsteps coming closer to him had not gone unnoticed, but he'd hoped the person would continue on, not come right into the room. His eyes opened quickly and he readied himself for another bout of diplomacy, prepared to be perfectly respectable. Especially if it were Medb or someone from Camelot. Not that he cared if someone from Camelot were insulted by him, but as he'd promised to be on his best behavior...
As luck would have it, it was not someone he had the capacity to be diplomatic with. His eyes focused on Ryujin - on his arch nemesis, the sissy man that threw people into ponds. Some kind of revenge. His eyes narrowed, jaw setting. "Maybe." He wasn't, but it wasn't like Ryujin had to know or get a straight answer. "Maybe not. I'd tell you one way or the other, but I'd rather keep you in suspense." Or annoyed. Whatever they were calling it.
Pressing his hand against Ryujin's chest, he gave him a shove. "Your breath stinks, so get out of my face."
There was satisfaction taken in the shove, knowing that Tenjin started it and his hands would be clean (though maybe not literally). Ryujin didn't stop himself from stumbling back and when he looked at Tenjin, there was an undeniable glint of something akin to trouble.
"You should know better than to use your hands like that," he drawled in a low voice, only high enough for the Chancellor's ear.
A second later, he had lashed out, hands going for Tenjin's neck and his knee moving to thrust itself right into the other man's belly to pin him in place. He'd teach this little bastard what the consequences were for touching the Emperor of Ryugu-jo.
Tenjin had maybe not thought that part out well, but he wasn't exactly prone to thinking through the consequences when it came to Ryujin. He just acted. Daphne only encouraged that in him and he allowed it. "Fuck you." Not particularly witty, but that didn't matter. Frowning, he made to push off the wall, which was not going to happen. That was obvious by the hands around his neck and the knee in his stomach.
The grunt of pain was instinctual. That didn't mean he was going down without fighting back, though. No. Ryujin would not get the joy of having won. Not if Tenjin had anything to say about it. He could still use his own hands. He aimed a punch at Ryujin's side. If he could make the older man lose his balance, if he'd just fall the fuck down, this might go far more interesting. Then again, he didn't care about interesting so much as Ryujin's losing.
His hands crept up to Ryujin's neck, prepared to strangle him as well. Fuck if Ryujin was going to be the only one to get the joy.
Wittiness, or lack of, was something that would go past Ryujin then as he snarled out at the other, pain blooming against his side. That, without a doubt, hurt a lot (and would bruise in an ugly fashion as well). It made him drop his knee to keep his balance. Yet balance was not had quick enough, his foot not able to come down properly and Ryujin discovered the floor, his back striking it first.
As he had insisted on keeping his hands around the other man's neck, this could only mean Tenjin was going to come down as well. And on top of him.
Tenjin felt a moment of victory as they fell forward, wincing slightly at the impact. Ryujin was not as squishy as he could have been, but at least it wasn't him hitting the floor. He made a small noise before his fingers closed around Ryujin's throat. He hoped that bruise would last for days and hurt Ryujin and keep him from sleeping properly. He knew death wouldn't come from this. Not when they were in Camelot at peace talks, but he was caught up in the fight.
He also hoped that he'd experience some discomfort with their current position. He should have eaten more to make himself heavier.
Ryujin would take plenty from this little tussle, bruises and maybe more. Unable to restrain an unpleasant choking sound, he glared daggers up at Tenjin. His hair had come undone, his robes were getting creased and even if Tenjin wasn't exactly a heavyweight, he was on top of him and that annoyed Ryujin. No one topped him without his express permission (or his laziness getting in the way).
He fought back, using every inch of himself trying to maneuver Tenjin over so he could roll on top of him, growling and even baring his teeth at him. His hands remained on his neck, squeezing hard in an attempt to weaken the other.
Tenjin smiled despite the fact that he was choking. He didn't care. Ryujin was angry at him and it was pleasant. He felt pleased with this. Tenjin wasn't particularly amused by the idea of being topped either, but then he wasn't for a bit. Not until Ryujin started to fight him, fingers squeezing even tighter.
His vision swam for a moment and he let out a fairly undignified noise as he was flipped over. Damn. But he was fighting back, squeezing harder himself. He would not lose. No. He wouldn't. "Getting fat," he said, voice strained.
Success in having gotten Tenjin on his back made him nearly purr (the best way a human could). He straddled the younger man, pressing his thumbs against his windpipe, wanting to see him beg for oxygen.
A look of surprise actually crossed his face over the comment made to him, offense striking soon afterward. How dare...! "If that's your best attempt to rile me up further," he warned and then paused a moment. He drew Tenjin's head forward and then shoved it back down against the floor. "Try harder, you little bitch."
He could feel it getting more difficult to breathe. He was struggling, but he wouldn't beg. He refused to beg. Fuck that. No. His eyes closed for a moment as he tried to focus on knocking him off, which wasn't really working that well, so he moved to pull back on the thumbs pressing against his windpipe. He'd get back to the strangling in a minute. He just needed a little more oxygen first.
Tenjin let out a barely audible laugh as Ryujin hit his head against the floor despite wanting very much to acknowledge the pain. Still, it would be more unsettling to laugh at it. "I think..." he tugged at the thumbs. "That calling you a fat heifer is a perfectly good way to do it." It took a bit to get it all out, but...it worked. "And you fight like a girl."
That said, he returned his hands to Ryujin's neck, squeezing as hard as he could.
With his throat free, he welcomed breathing somewhat normally for a moment even if the dizziness seemed to linger around him. A firm shake of his head was given, his focus returning to the man below him, fighting to keep a hold of him. But his thumbs did slip off his windpipe, aching from the pressure they'd received from Tenjin's attempts to pry at them. Actually, his hands were aching quite a bit now and he was forced to readjust them.
Over the comments thrown at him, Ryujin leaned down, hair draping around them like a curtain. "If I fight like a girl, then you losing to me says a lot about what you fight like," he shot back, teeth bared again.
"Who said anything about losing?" Tenjin tried to knock him off by pushing his hips upward. He was going to get him again. One way or another. He was. He let out a small, annoyed noise. He didn't know what he was going to do next...but...he was trying to flip him over and choke him until he passed the fuck out...and then he'd leave him there. Leave him there...and maybe pour something gross on him before then. He didn't care...so long as Ryujin was out.
The angle of Tenjin's hips was, admittedly, a little strange and distracting. Ryujin was sure that it was a legitimate attempt to roll him over but he couldn't help but let his mind drift to something else for a split second, even as he came to fall on his side (but refusing to go over on his back).
And then Tenjin spoke and everything was ruined. A hard shake was then given. "I said something about you losing and it will happen!"
Tenjin's mind hadn't drifted from the fight. Everything was a tactic to win. If he'd known that Ryujin had gotten distracted by that in the slightest, he probably would have been put off and distracted himself. He didn't care if the Emperor didn't go on his back, he wasn't on top of him anymore and that was the best part.
Tenjin relaxed into the shakes before pushing down hard on his windpipe. "It will not!"
Every single thing about Morpheus' day was tiring. Now that Ryujin was around, Morpheus didn't have to do much exactly, as he was only the Emperor's representative, but he had to be where he needed to be and pay attention to what needed his attention, when all he wanted to be was with his considerable manthing, but it seemed even his hands were full, and was worst was that he couldn't even openly complain about it.
-- But then again, maybe that wasn't the worse part. Ryujin had gone missing, and when was that ever a good sign? Truthfully, the Emperor and the Chancellor were like a time bomb. It was only a matter of time (and Morpheus knew that better than anybody) but Morpheus couldn't shake the surprise out of his face when he finally stumbled into the right room. That plus the stress he'd been experiencing made him want to explode.
Morpheus bit back his initial reaction, which was to start screaming profanities. "Uncle," he started, his voice already slightly raised as he marched on to them, "please, for the love of god, get off of Sir Tenjin right now." He stood stationary a safe foot away from the two adults, his hands in front of him and in fists. No way in hell was he going to get physically mixed up in that. "Can't you both stick with rude and subtle comments like two fucking -- normal grown men?" he said, on the verge of shouting.
It was never good when you heard an extra voice in the middle of a very undignified fight with your nemesis. Maybe it was slightly better that it was his nephew but it still quite bad. It also meant that the moment for this was over and he would have to let go (even if Tenjin started it).
"Normal is overrated," he rasped out at his nephew. His fingers relaxed enough to show that he wasn't going to continue strangling the other man anymore. A moment later, he dropped his hands to try to pry off Tenjin's from around his own neck. "The bastard incited it first."
Ryujin well knew how childish that sounded.
Tenjin was bothered by the fact that someone had interrupted. He didn't even get to prove that he'd have won. After Ryujin let go, he did as well, drawing in a quick breath. He narrowed his eyes at the older man. "Who's a tattling princess," he muttered. "If you'd just kept your stinky fish breath out of my face, none of this would have been a problem, princess. Could have left me alone."
Was he being any less childish? No. Did he care? Not really. If Ryujin was going to be a stupid tattling princess, he wasn't going to bother treating him as anything else. He moved to untangle himself from the other man, nose wrinkling slightly.
Morpheus could never believe what he was hearing most of the time he witnessed Tenjin and Ryujin in a room together, which he made a point not to see too often no matter what the circumstances were. Once both children were up on their feet, Morpheus looked at them, his eyes slightly wider and his face caught between disbelief that he actually just saw that and looking like he was going to start strangling both of them. But past that was the strange desire to give them a time out and face a corner and Morpheus seemed to have forgotten he was speaking so superiors.
Then he practically muttered and whispered under his breath, though they all all still hear him, "Bastard and princess," he repeated, nodding slowly, as if he was trying to make sense of things. "Okay. Bastard and princess." Morpheus clamped his hands and rubbed them together. "Right. Well -- not that either of you should interpret this concern, this is nothing but standard protocol. Are either of you seriously hurt? Or can you handle at least that like big boys?"
The chancellor's comments were scowled over but his nephew's comments and inquiries took precedence. Though Morpheus' expression briefly made Ryujin concerned for the boy himself, that feeling then passed and he busied himself with adjusting the sleeves of his robes. What was done was done. "You may have to attend to the chancellor here. He's a delicate sort of man. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been coddled all his life and had others do his dirty work. I, on the other hand, am fine." Bruised, no doubt, and likely to invite the unwanted attentions of his concubine when he got back but he really was going to be alright.
He was even sure Tenjin would be but he wouldn't say that.
Tenjin could have paid attention to the stupid annoying man treating them like children, but he was more concerned with what Ryujin was saying. "I wouldn't be surprised if you'd been dropped on your fucking head multiple times when you were getting brought up." He glared at him, adjusting his clothes as he could. Some things just stayed wrinkled..."Would explain why you're so fucking stupid." Which he wasn't, really...but there were things he wouldn't admit no matter the situation.
"And I'm fine," he said, finally addressing the ambassador's question.
It was unbelievable. Perhaps both of them were dropped on their heads, but Morpheus, as expected, bit back that comment. Although he did give both of them frustrating looks before saying in a monotone, "That's fantastic news to hear." Morpheus pinched the bridge of his nose and collected his thoughts -- if they were just back in Ryugu-jo and Morpheus saw the two in the middle of a ramble again, he would've just walked away and pretend to have seen nothing. But they had enough trouble here.
"Now, uncle, while I wouldn't mind letting you go back to your business here, as your Ambassador and fellow representative, you would absolutely do well to compose yourself and leave before anybody sees you and makes a big deal out of this," he said, turning to Ryujin, though he still sent suspicious glances at Tenjin's way.
A retort for Tenjin had been on his lips when he bit it back for the sake of his nephew who probably had seen more than enough in that moment to burn out whatever patience he had had. "Feh." Flipping his long hair over one shoulder, he stepped away from Tenjin, taking a place at Morpheus' side.
"I'm as composed as can be. Best we walk away from this now and leave the chancellor...also compose himself." Narrowly, he had avoided throwing another barb at his nemesis but there was reason in what Morpheus had brought up. The longer they lingered, the more likely someone else would show. It would just be better for all if he chose not to stir things even more and prolong their stay there.