Hadie, son of Hades (alittledark) wrote in thecityof, @ 2018-02-11 10:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: love sucks, hadie, queen elsa |
WHO Elsa & Hadie |
There was a discomfort in his neck and that was what started to pull Hadie from his sleep. He noticed several things were wrong the second he started to become part of the living. This was not the last place he remembered being, a big clue of that was the fact he woke up sitting on a couch. That would explain the pain in his neck. He groaned faintly as he shifted so he could rub his neck. His ice blue eyes took in the room around him with annoyance. A living room from the looks of it, but not the living room in his apartment. Uma had warned him about the challenges and now it seemed he finally been snared in one. He pushed himself off the couch and adjusted the black hoodie he was wearing. The house screamed of warm colors which meant he stood out like a sore thumb. Black ripped skinny jeans, black boots, black hoodie, and the only spot of color hidden under his hoodie. An ice blue shirt that no one was ever going to see most likely. Whatever this challenge was? It unnerved him. This place was way too inviting. He didn’t trust it one bit. “Hello,” he called out cautiously as he raised a hand to summon a flame. Nothing happened. Hadie frowned and shook his hand. Nothing, zip, nada. No magic. Great. He had gone eighteen years without using magic so it wasn’t a huge loss, but it spoke more ill about this place. The smell of food hit him and he followed the aroma into a dining room. He stood at the head of the table staring down at the dinner on display. “A trap,” he questioned out loud. That would have been the Queen’s guess too. She’d gone to sleep that night after a routine she was becoming accustomed to - taking a bath that left the scent of lavender oil on her skin (the lavender helped calm her, something she could sorely use), face cleansing, toner, moisturizer, and then slipping into a mostly-deep slumber. But stirring out of her rest and realizing she was in a bedroom on the second floor, a bedroom that wasn’t hers (it smelled old, like mothballs) had her alarmed. It also had her in her pajamas, a shorts and camisole set printed with polar bears. Entirely ridiculous, but she’d seen them in the store and found them whimsical, and besides, no one would see her in her pajamas, right? Except Hadie, apparently, whom she noticed after bare feet took her down to the dining room - all lit with the soft glow of candlelight, shadows dancing eerily, and that spread of food looked...too good to be true. She even noticed the flangendorfers, only found in Arendelle, pastry dusted with powdered sugar. Odd. “Well, hi,” she stammered, crossing her arms in front of her chest - strangely enough, she was chilly. How weird indeed, because Elsa never felt the cold. “Um...can I borrow your jacket?” To be quite honest, the only food he recognized was the fruit. He didn’t have a favorite food and what he was used to tended to be more rotten. Growing up the on Isle hadn’t given him many chances to try new things. He ate what the Auradon people threw away. His gaze jerked up from the display of food when he heard soft footsteps. Elsa, in all her sleepwear glory, walked into the dining room and Hadie blinked in mild surprise. There was a comment somewhere about the pajamas, but he merely yanked his hoodie off. His bluish black hair became slightly messed from the action and it was something he’d deal with in a moment. Right now he just held the black hoodie out to her. It seemed she now knew he was wearing an actual color that wasn’t in the black family. “I think this is one of the challenges Uma spoke of,” he frowned slightly as he picked up an apple off the table. The apple felt real, smelled real, but he couldn’t bring himself to take a bite. He knew the dangers of eating food somewhere. That was how a person got trapped in a realm. With a sigh he tossed the apple up in the air and caught it as he let his mind work. “My powers don’t work here,” he glanced towards Elsa and found himself grinning. She was wearing his hoodie and it was too large for her. Hadie moved quickly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s figure out what is going on and get you back to your actual bed, my Queen.” She thanked him for the hoodie, letting it practically swallow her - it fit Elsa like a dress (sort of), and she pushed the sleeves up so they wouldn’t fall over her hands. “My magic is also - I can’t sense it,” she told Hadie, reaching to fix his hair, fingers trailing through. Her hands came to settle on his chest, palms pressed flat to feel his heartbeat, and her gaze flitted to the table as she leaned against him; she couldn’t help but experience at least a little temptation by the spread. “That’s lamb, cooked how we do in Arendelle,” she shared. “With puréed rutabaga and potatoes. It’s so good.” Fruit too, yes, and a cheese platter - all kinds of fancy cheeses that went best with wine - and of course those flangendorfers. “Though I suppose we shouldn’t eat it...” She sounded disappointed by that. Her stomach did too, because it growled in protest. His lips twitched with the want of a smile as she fixed his hair for him. Hadie had no problem wrapping an arm around her waist as she leaned against him. The fact neither of them had magic was a problem. Well, more of a problem for her since she had pretty much had magic her whole life. Hadie had gone eighteen years without using it and he knew how to defend himself the old fashion way. The question was whether or not they had to defend themselves. He pursed his lips together for a moment as she talked about the food. His gaze settled on the spread as he studied it with annoyance. Elsa’s stomach growled just loud enough for Hadie to hear and he let out a sigh. He reached out and plucked a grape free of it’s bunch. Without a word he tossed it into his mouth. Teeth burst the fruit and he waited for something awful to happen. Nothing. He didn’t feel different. “I think it may actually be safe…” He frowned deeper, ever distrustful, and snagged a piece of cheese. The aroma was strong, but the sight of blue laced throughout it didn’t bother him. He was used to moldy cheese. Hadie took a bite and gave a faint shrug. “I haven’t died yet.” “Goodness, Hadie - “ Elsa shook her head, hand to her pounding heart. It sounded like a herd of cattle to her, because she’d been nervous about him just picking up something from that potential meal of doom and consuming it. “That’s blue cheese, by the way. It has mold added to it.” Delicious, no? Actually, she sort of liked it despite its odd appearance. Pulling out a chair, she sat cautiously. “And I would prefer you not die at all, but...it does seem safe? And I’m hungry.” Hence why she slid one of the plates of lamb deliciousness toward her, the presentation beautiful and the aromas even better. Maybe this was something nice the angels were doing? No. Highly doubtful. “At the very least, you can try a dessert from my homeland? Though it’s sweet. It might not make your mouth happy,” she teased. “What? You are clearly hungry so I had to check,” Hadie said a tad defensively. Death meant nothing to him so it was only right that he was the one who tried the food first. He popped the rest of the blue cheese in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Food where they actually added mold? That was a new one for him. He was used to his food just coming with mold on it, but only because it was so old. The young Lord of Death pulled out a seat next to her and sat down. He made no move to pull anything towards him since he had no idea where to start. “I’m not going to die any time soon,” he remarked as he picked up a fork to play with it. The silver glinted in the light as he turned it over in his fingers. A wicked grin appeared on his lips when she teased him. “I’ll try it, but I doubt it can live up to the expectations of what does make my mouth happy.” He eyed the stuff on the table again and raised an eyebrow. “Is all of this from your homeland?” There was a faint stirring of anger in him. This was how the people of Auradon ate? They had such rich foods and they sent their trash to the Isle. People like Dizzy had grown up never knowing things that were on this table. All of the children of the Isle were raised in poverty, hunger, and dangerous conditions while those in Auradon ate their lamb and dessert. “Most of it I recognize, yes,” Elsa nodded. She knew that Hadie didn’t have these sorts of things on the Isle. And while she’d been raised in isolation, suppressing every emotion she dared feel and drowning in her own self-flagellation because of how dangerous she supposedly was (how dangerous her own parents believed her to be), she still ate well. She lived well in general, even in the castle by herself with the ones who’d worked there for generations. There was nothing she could say that would justify the actions of those who punished children where he came from though, and nothing she could say would make it better, necessarily. She just leaned in and nuzzled his shoulder, pressing a kiss there. Even if she couldn’t magically make up for anything, she at least understood and would listen. “Try everything - give your tastebuds a thrill.” Hadie turned his face without thinking and pressed a kiss to the top of her head when she tried to comfort him. The action was automatic, but he didn’t regret it. “I suppose I can give into your wisdom for a bit and try everything,” he finally admitted. The problem was he had no idea where to even begin. This was all so unknown. He reached out and pulled a dish of something he didn’t recognize towards him. A slight look of distrust was on his face as he used the fork to stab a bulb of green something. He popped the brussel sprout, not that he knew it was one, into his mouth. The taste was almost rotten with a hint of some sort of vinegar. “Are those supposed to taste like trash?” He stabbed another one with his fork and brought it up for inspection. “It looks fresh, if a bit roasted.” Leave it to Hadie to try probably one of the tamer things on the table. Of course Hadie went for the brussels sprouts. It made Elsa laugh a little - his reaction was priceless. “They do taste like trash,” she agreed - the Queen was not a fan of brussels sprouts, and she probably never would be. Her sweet tooth balked at many vegetables anyway, but especially those. “This is much better, it’s mostly rutabaga,” she said, scooping up some of the purée and eating a forkful. “It’s...let’s see. A little bitter, but mostly juicy and crisp. With the potatoes that make it smooth. I love carbohydrates, really.” Bread, potatoes, pasta - the first two were common in Arendelle, the second not so much. She had Italian food for the first time in Storybrooke, and also greasy fare like cheeseburgers and fries. Talk about a guilty pleasure. “Food is culture and life. You should just let me feed you all the time,” she suggested playfully, reaching over and brushing her fingers over his ribcage. “I like cooking for myself, since I never got to in the castle.” Hadie ate the current brussel sprout off his fork as he listened to Elsa describe what she was eating. “I don't even know what a rutabaga is,” he sounded slightly amused as he studied the food on the table again. “I am at a loss.” He couldn't help tapping his fork against his empty plate as he thought. Food was culture and life, huh? The next second he was smiling at Elsa. “I would be quite content to let you feed me, my Queen.” She was certainly less reserved then the first time they had hung out. Gone was the Elsa who seemed unsure and a tad shy around him. In her place was a woman who could tease easily and didn't seem to mind touching him at all. Hadie was a fan. He leaned over to press a kiss to her lips just as he used his fork to steal some of the rutabaga whatever off her plate. When he pulled back from the kiss he placed the mouthful of rutabaga and potatoes in his mouth, a smirk on his lips. That smug smirk was replaced by a surprised face because he found himself not hating the food. “Huh, not bad.” Well, naturally she was going to blush if he did that! Elsa wasn’t expecting to be kissed, though she wasn’t complaining in the slightest. She was a little surprised, and had a moment of internally flailing before she pressed her hands to Hadie’s cheeks and caressed his face - then he pulled away to steal her rutabaga. Sneaky. “That’s one way to eat your vegetables,” she smiled, nudging him with her foot under the table. Oh, but she certainly liked him - it was actually a little scary, though she heard that was what these things were sort of about. New feelings and the beauty of them, a blossoming relationship, the ‘honeymoon’ phase. And she would traverse all of it bravely, or at least that’s what she told herself. If only Anna were here, she would have loved to hear about everything her sister was finally feeling and experiencing (Elsa was glad she wasn’t, in the back of her mind, but still. If only Anna were here!). She was busy digging into her lamb, generally enjoying herself despite the anxiety brewing due to the fact that it was difficult to trust this situation, when she heard a knock at the door. Ah. “That can’t be anything good, can it?” she asked, already knowing the answer. Hadie laughed in amusement when she called him out for stealing the vegetables. “Wouldn’t eat them any other way,” he drawled out. He was aware he liked spending time with Elsa, but he wasn’t quite as aware that he was hurtling them towards a real relationship. Any time someone brought up a relationship he admitted he didn’t know what they were talking about. No one had really stopped to explain things to him. He knew Harry and Uma were utterly devoted to each other now and it meant Harry didn’t even think about kissing other people. Was that what he was falling towards with Elsa? Not that it would be an awful thing. He merely had no clue what he was doing with the Queen, besides making her blush. He scraped his teeth over the tines over his fork and gave a faint jerk when the soft knock seemed to echo through the room. His ice blue eyes flickered towards the front door. “No,” he replied as he set the fork down on the table. With a cautious care he pushed himself away from the table. As he passed Elsa he squeezed her shoulder ever so faintly in an attempt to be reassuring. He went to the door and yanked it open about half way. “Uh, hi, look my car broke down and my phone is dead. It would like really help if I could use your phone,” a blonde with a little too much cleavage showing babbled at him as he raised an eyebrow. Something felt off. “I don’t have a phone,” he drawled out. “Try another house.” As he was about to shut the door in her face he found himself skidding slightly back in the entry way as the door was shoved hard by a bigger person wearing a mask. Shit. “Elsa, run,” he yelled as he tried to put his weight into the door to get it to close. The next second he was letting out a startled yell of pain. Blood was welling up on his arm where a fucking knife had gotten him. This was it, this was a challenge and he didn’t have his powers. Run. That was what Elsa heard, but unfortunately - she was a bit stubborn. Also, the idea of leaving Hadie to deal with whatever intruders these were wasn’t something that was going to happen. Instead of bolting out the back door, fingers clenched the handle of the sharp knife she’d used to cut her lamb in a white-knuckled grip - when she got to the entranceway, she saw the two masked people on Hadie and she didn’t think, she just jammed the blade into the back of one with a viciousness she had no idea she was capable of. The next thing she felt was being backhanded, hard - actually, it felt like one of the intruders was wearing brass knuckles or something, because blood gushed from her nose and she cried out in pain to add to the symphony. She went skidding on the floor too, clawing for purchase to get herself up. At least she was able to reach Hadie, and she grabbed him, reaching for his hand to pull him along. They would go together. “I’m not leaving you - come on, let’s go.” Hadie saw bright red when he heard Elsa’s scream of pain. Every bit of calm he wore dropped from him like he was shedding the shackles of the Underworld. He reached out and grabbed one of the brutes by the side of the head. Hadie jerked hard and slammed the side of that head into the edge of the door. A horrible sound filled the area, along with a cracking sound of the mask, and it mixed with his yell of rage. He would have done worse if Elsa wasn’t grabbing at him. If he had his magic he would have just engulfed the intruders in fire. Instead he allowed himself to be pulled along. The idiots were swearing up a storm already, promising death, and he kicked over several chairs from the dining room table to slow any pursuit. They were almost at the back door and suddenly he was encircling Elsa’s waist with his arm as he jerked her back form opening the door. His hand shot out and he did the deadbolt quickly before a third bastard could get the door open. “New plan,” he snagged a towel from the counter and held it out to her. They were trapped unless there was a sidedoor. Problem was they now knew there were three people trying to kill them. “We need to get to a room where we control entrance,” he snagged a knife from the knife block and pulled the Ice Queen along with him. He was oddly calm now, a cold look on his face, as he stepped back into the dining room. The people out to kill them weren’t at the front door anymore and he frowned. A game of cat and mouse? Well, he wasn’t playing by their rules. He pulled Elsa into a doorway and cast a look around. A library? No one was in there yet. Perfect. He yanked her inside and slammed the door behind them. “Take the knife, I’m going to move the desk against the door.” The towel held to her face with one hand, knife in the other (Elsa also had a chance to grab a meat thermometer because it was there and had a sharp point and the first chance she got, she would jam it into the jugular of anyone who attacked them), she went with Hadie into the library. It was actually a nice place - books with soft, oniony, paper thin pages and the room smelling musty, like ancient texts and the interior of an attic. But she didn’t have time to browse the titles right now. She managed to clot the blood coming from her (likely broken) nose, bruises under her eyes forming. It looked like she ran into a wall, and being punched in the face by a masked killer wasn’t that far off. “Is there - I mean, it’s a creepy old house, maybe there’s a secret passage or something?” she suggested, poking about the room while he moved the desk. And then bang, one after the other - wood on the door splintering and beginning to crack - because that was an axe, and these killers were pretty intent on getting in one way or the other. “Shit,” she hissed - and that marked the first swear word she’d ever dared to utter. Hadie wanted to murder them all for injuring Elsa. When they made it back to LA he was going to have to find a hedgewitch to do some healing because there was no way he is going to let the Queen deal with a broken nose. “Don’t stop looking,” he said through gritted teeth as he gave a final shove of the desk. He barely got his hands out of the way as bits of door came raining down. His eyes widened as he stared at the blade of the ax. The brutal weapon was yanked back and a decent size hole was left in the door. Not big enough for a person to climb through, but enough for Hadie to act. He picked the letter opener off the desk and lunged forward as the mask man got read to reach through the hole. Metal sank into the tender flesh of his enemy’s throat and applied all the pressure he could. He sliced hard and barely flinched as suddenly hot blood was spraying everywhere. Hadie took a step back, letter opener clattering from his hand, as he watched the masked axe wielder grab wildly at his gaping throat. The sound was awful, wet and angry, but he couldn’t yank his gaze away. He had killed a man. “They hurt you,” he moved closer to the door and tried to see if he could reach the ax. No, he wouldn’t be able to do so. He’d have to open the door to get at the ax and he wasn’t about to do that. Not when two more people were still out there. Suddenly he yelled in pain as a blade buried itself in his shoulder. He stumbled back, gripping the blade as he did so, and yanked hard. Hades, that fucking hurt! “Hadie!” Elsa could scarcely believe that just happened - from the goreshow that was a slit throat, to the other masked person stabbing her friend (makeout partner? How did one label these things?) and the general feeling of her heart slamming itself against her ribcage. But she reacted quickly, coming at Hadie’s attacker from the side. She jammed the meat thermometer into his neck, and he stumbled - it gave her room to stab him in the stomach with her knife. Between that and the way she’d clearly hit a vital neck artery, he was done for - and basically fell on the blade, in a literal sense too. Now she’d killed someone. In her pajamas. There was blood on her hands, staining her clothes, smeared on her face (though that was her own blood, unfortunately). She didn’t know where the woman was, the blonde who originally came to the door, but she didn’t care. Because she was busy tossing books, to and fro, heavy volumes of lovely tomes - a method to her madness, however, since with the last book she tossed it flipped a switch, and the entire bookcase swung outward. It was a path to the next room, and she hoped there was a window they could smash to get out of here. “Please let that be an exit,” she groaned, glancing for Hadie before she went for the passageway. Elsa, it turned out, could be amazingly violent when pushed to far. Hadie pressed his hand to his bleeding shoulder as he watched her take a life. They both looked like they had been extras in a horror movie and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. All he knew was he wasn't going to be watching Netflix anytime soon. Living a horror movie had soundly put him off watching them for at least the next month. Books were hitting the ground and all he could think about was how those poor books were getting ruined. He opened his mouth to say something when an actual secret passage opened up. Huh. Elsa had been right. He followed after her and had barely stepped into the room when he was slamming to the ground. The blonde had been waiting for just the right moment to attack. Stars erupted behind his eyes as his head hit the wooden floor loudly. Hadie used his weight to roll them over so she was pinned under him. This was all her fault! His hands ended up on the blonde’s throat and he squeezed as hard as he could. She tried to hit him, even managed to slam her own knife into his leg, but he didn't let go. He stared her down as he choked the life out of her. A deathrattle filled his ears and the girl under him stopped fighting, only then did he let go. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he forced himself to stand up. His hands were shaking as he stared down at the second person he had killed. And then, like the scene in a movie, his legs gave out. Hadie fell hard on his bad leg and swore in a rather impressive manner. When it came to the other blonde in this scenario, Elsa was about ready to choke The rage Elsa felt, that was a volcano erupting, didn’t even frighten her now - but it might later. She didn’t even care that three people were expired in this house. And the idea of trying to go back the way they came was terrifying - what if there were more in the house, waiting for them? They had to go now. Trying to open the window was futile - it was old, seemed to be sealed shut, and wouldn’t budge. So she just gave up on that and tossed another heavy book at the glass with all the might in her noodle arms. There. “Hadie - you’re going to be okay, come on,” she encouraged, using the sleeves of his hoodie to help sop up blood that came from his wounds. Emma would heal him, once they got back to LA. Elsa was determined to get there too, and she slipped her arm around him to help him to his feet. He barely heard the shattering window as he sat on the ground not that far from a person he had killed. Hadie felt no remorse, but why should he? It had been kill or be killed in this house and they had hurt Elsa. He blinked slightly when the Snow Queen was suddenly at his side trying to help. “Worst date ever, am I right?” His words were weak as he tried to joke to lighten the mood. Hades, he hurt more than he ever had in his whole life. Even on the Isle he had never been so thoroughly attacked. People left him alone for the most part, but he had gotten into a few scuffles growing up. This was new. He let her help him up and when they were both standing, him trying not to put his weight on his bad leg, he pressed a kiss to her temple. He didn't care they were both bloody, he just needed a slight form of comfort after actually thinking they could die. “Let's go home.” Elsa didn’t let go; she slid her arm around Hadie’s waist to keep him steady, giving him something to lean against. Climbing out the window would be a challenge but considering what they’d faced inside, she wasn’t about to let it deter her. “Home,” she agreed, leaning up and kissing his cheek in turn - if it was comfort he wanted then she would provide, and she would make sure he was healed too. What a night. Now to just figure out where they were and then return to LA, but after everything they’d just faced? She was confident they could handle it. |