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dorksidefikerTitle: Building a House the Anole Chronicles 17: Kowtow
Fandom: Marvel
Table/Prompt: Table 8/15. Abdicate
Rating: PG
Word Count: 765
Summary: Hisako’s making plans, William isn’t happy, and Dorrek has a plan.
William was still glaring at the wall, five minutes after Hisako had finished speaking. The young woman stood there patiently, waiting for an actual response. He stood up suddenly, marching over to his wardrobe and flinging open the doors. He stared at the rows of quasi-military uniforms, lips thinning in to a hard, angry line.
“I should have left with Victor.”
Hisako said nothing, standing at attention as the prince paced restlessly. He’d become much more irritable since the start of Victor’s ‘vacation’, and this wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned returning to Earth since seeing Victor off. Still, William stayed, even if he still wasn’t talking to the Emperor. Victor himself had been reluctant to leave out of what Hisako considered an overdeveloped sense of duty, but privately she thought it would be for the best if her commanding officer stayed on Earth. The fact that if Victor transferred to another position would mean a promotion for her was entirely incidental.
Hisako stepped between the prince and the bedchamber door as someone tried to open it. William sighed dramatically. “See who it is.”
Starsmore? she thought loudly, hoping the telepath on duty with her was actually paying attention. He’d been almost as irritable as the prince since William had decided to send Victor back to Earth and opted to stay on the Skrull Throneworld. He’d been almost as bad as Julian when he’d found out his application for vacation time had been turned down.
If there was an actual thread out there, he should have alerted her.
Three guesses, and the first two don’t count.
“It’s your husband,” Hisako said without opening the door.
William made a disgusted noise, turning away from the uniforms and striding to the door and flinging it open like he had the closet moments before. The emperor took a surprised step back, body shifting to something larger and more imposing. That only lasted a moment, then he shrank back down, skin going from emerald green to pink.
“What can I do for you?” William asked frostily.
“To talk to you without you shutting the door in my face or storming off.” He paused. “Without bodyguards.” The last was said with a hard look aimed as Hisako. Jono lounged behind the emperor, looking bored with the whole affair.
William considered the emperor’s request long enough that even Hisako started to squirm.
“Alright,” the prince finally conceded. Quietly, Hisako withdrew from the room, the door very nearly colliding with her back as it closed.
Time for them to have make up sex, Jono sighed. Finally.
“How did you get this asignment?” Hisako sighed.
***
“So?”
Dorrek made sure that they were genuinely alone in the suite before dropping to his knees and prostrating himself before William. “I am sorry. I was wrong to mistrust you, and I am undeserving to even be in your presence. I am a fool, and all I can do is hope you will forgive me.” He remained kneeling, looking up at William with huge, sad eyes, watching his reaction.
William sighed, a deep, bone weary noise, and crouched down so that they were eye to eye. “I’m not the only one you should apologize to,” he said. Dorrek winced inwardly.
“Do you think he would accept a barony?” Dorrek suggested tentatively.
“I think you’re not thinking again,” William replied, stretching out a hand to Dorrek. The emperor took it, pressing a kiss to William’s palm. “You’re not completely forgiven, for the record.”
“Shall I grovel more? Dorrek asked. “I am very new to it, but I seem to have some small talent for it.”
***
“Is there a polite way to abdicate a knighthood?” Victor asked. “That’s where it all started going wrong.”
His empty room gave him no answer. Really, the place felt tiny and not at all like the home it had been since he’d joined the Crimson Guard. This was the room of a Junior Guardsman, not the head of a prince’s personal guard. Of course, he might not even be that for much longer.
Victor flopped down on the hard, narrow bed. He knew he should try to sleep; he had another round of debriefing coming up in the morning. But he was just feeling so restless. It had been a long time since he’d had nothing to do.
“I suck at vacations.”
Fandom: Marvel
Table/Prompt: Table 8/15. Abdicate
Rating: PG
Word Count: 765
Summary: Hisako’s making plans, William isn’t happy, and Dorrek has a plan.
William was still glaring at the wall, five minutes after Hisako had finished speaking. The young woman stood there patiently, waiting for an actual response. He stood up suddenly, marching over to his wardrobe and flinging open the doors. He stared at the rows of quasi-military uniforms, lips thinning in to a hard, angry line.
“I should have left with Victor.”
Hisako said nothing, standing at attention as the prince paced restlessly. He’d become much more irritable since the start of Victor’s ‘vacation’, and this wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned returning to Earth since seeing Victor off. Still, William stayed, even if he still wasn’t talking to the Emperor. Victor himself had been reluctant to leave out of what Hisako considered an overdeveloped sense of duty, but privately she thought it would be for the best if her commanding officer stayed on Earth. The fact that if Victor transferred to another position would mean a promotion for her was entirely incidental.
Hisako stepped between the prince and the bedchamber door as someone tried to open it. William sighed dramatically. “See who it is.”
Starsmore? she thought loudly, hoping the telepath on duty with her was actually paying attention. He’d been almost as irritable as the prince since William had decided to send Victor back to Earth and opted to stay on the Skrull Throneworld. He’d been almost as bad as Julian when he’d found out his application for vacation time had been turned down.
If there was an actual thread out there, he should have alerted her.
Three guesses, and the first two don’t count.
“It’s your husband,” Hisako said without opening the door.
William made a disgusted noise, turning away from the uniforms and striding to the door and flinging it open like he had the closet moments before. The emperor took a surprised step back, body shifting to something larger and more imposing. That only lasted a moment, then he shrank back down, skin going from emerald green to pink.
“What can I do for you?” William asked frostily.
“To talk to you without you shutting the door in my face or storming off.” He paused. “Without bodyguards.” The last was said with a hard look aimed as Hisako. Jono lounged behind the emperor, looking bored with the whole affair.
William considered the emperor’s request long enough that even Hisako started to squirm.
“Alright,” the prince finally conceded. Quietly, Hisako withdrew from the room, the door very nearly colliding with her back as it closed.
Time for them to have make up sex, Jono sighed. Finally.
“How did you get this asignment?” Hisako sighed.
***
“So?”
Dorrek made sure that they were genuinely alone in the suite before dropping to his knees and prostrating himself before William. “I am sorry. I was wrong to mistrust you, and I am undeserving to even be in your presence. I am a fool, and all I can do is hope you will forgive me.” He remained kneeling, looking up at William with huge, sad eyes, watching his reaction.
William sighed, a deep, bone weary noise, and crouched down so that they were eye to eye. “I’m not the only one you should apologize to,” he said. Dorrek winced inwardly.
“Do you think he would accept a barony?” Dorrek suggested tentatively.
“I think you’re not thinking again,” William replied, stretching out a hand to Dorrek. The emperor took it, pressing a kiss to William’s palm. “You’re not completely forgiven, for the record.”
“Shall I grovel more? Dorrek asked. “I am very new to it, but I seem to have some small talent for it.”
***
“Is there a polite way to abdicate a knighthood?” Victor asked. “That’s where it all started going wrong.”
His empty room gave him no answer. Really, the place felt tiny and not at all like the home it had been since he’d joined the Crimson Guard. This was the room of a Junior Guardsman, not the head of a prince’s personal guard. Of course, he might not even be that for much longer.
Victor flopped down on the hard, narrow bed. He knew he should try to sleep; he had another round of debriefing coming up in the morning. But he was just feeling so restless. It had been a long time since he’d had nothing to do.
“I suck at vacations.”