Lost Boys
Title: Lost Boys
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: Marvel
Table/Prompt: Table 12/7. Found
Character/Pairing: Volstagg, Hildy, Kevin, Mick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 733
Summary: Two lost little lambs are returning to the fold.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“We’re here to help.”
The deputy looked up and up at the two young men standing before him. They were both tall and dark haired and strong looking. One was slightly shorter than the other, and the taller of the two wore his hair in a stubby braid. Otherwise, they were identical and they were both smiling. “Ah, thank you-” the sheriff pushed the volunteer ledger towards them, then watched the pair walk off, deeper into the ruins of fallen Asgard.
“Do you think they’re here?”
“Gotta be.”
“Think they’ll remember us?”
“Hope so.”
“Look at this place. How could anyone do this to them?”
“How could anyone let Norman Osborn be in charge of anything? Lets go find Volstagg.”
***
“Oh, my poor wee baby,” Volstagg crooned, scratching the small dragon under it’s chin. “Hildy, my dearest, fetch me the scale brush. He’s flaking.”
There was a grunt from inside the improvised shelter that was being used to store salvaged objects until they were reclaimed by their rightful owners. The wire brush came flying out, landing just outside Volstagg’s reach. The Asgardian sighed, muttered under his breath about the abundance of surly daughters he had been inflicted with. He gave the dragon a pat on the muzzle and turned to retrieve the brush, only to find it had already been picked up and was being held out to him by a mortal youth with a wide smile and a head full of curly black hair. “Hey, Volstagg. Bet you don’t remember me…”
There was a quiet moment as Volstagg took the wire brush, the dragon licking thoughtfully at Volstagg’s helmet. “Kevin?” the great round god whispered.
“I’m home,” Kevin confirmed as his foster father enfolded him in a bear hug. “Whoof!”
“Father, what are you doing out there?”
Volstagg released Kevin from his grip, pushing the dragon out of the way. “It’s Kevin, he’s come back to us! Hildy, get out here and-” He paused for a moment. “But what of Mick? Child, where is your brother?”
“He’s here too, he went that wa-haaay-” Kevin was waving his hand in the direction he had last seen his twin going when Hildy emerged into the light. It had been years since he’d seen his foster sister; when Ragnarock had come, Kevin and Mick had been sent back to Midgard, entrusted to a mortal friend of Thor’s. They had thought they would be returning soon, but instead they’d found themselves stranded in a world that was no longer familiar, without the support of the family that had taken them in when they’d had no one else in the world.
The years had changed Hildy easily as much as they’d changed Kevin. When he’d last seen the girl, she’d been entering into that horrible, awkward stage of adolescence where one was all gangly limbs and bad skin that not even the Aesir could avoid, which had only served to make her already fiery temper worse. Even the children of Asgard got to go through the horror of puberty at some point. Apparently, the fires of puberty had forged Kevin’s foster sister in to an Amazonian red head who looked like she could bench press a Buick, well defined muscles shown off by a sleeveless tunic and a pair of leather breaches that laced up the side.
She paused, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. “Kev?”
“Hi-” He never got the rest of what he wanted to say out, as Hildy enfolded Kevin in a bear hug that easily matched Volstagg’s in strength. Personally, Kevin found her hug far more enjoyable -- until he remembered that Hildy was his sister, or near enough to make absolutely no difference. Then he remembered that he needed air to live. “help…”
Hildy released Kevin from the hug, and the black haired young man staggered back a few steps, catching his breath. That was when Mick came over a hill of rubble. “Hey, Kev, did you- Whoah!”
Hildy crossed the distance quickly, giving Mick a hug that was equally as fierce as the one she’d given Kevin.
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: Marvel
Table/Prompt: Table 12/7. Found
Character/Pairing: Volstagg, Hildy, Kevin, Mick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 733
Summary: Two lost little lambs are returning to the fold.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“We’re here to help.”
The deputy looked up and up at the two young men standing before him. They were both tall and dark haired and strong looking. One was slightly shorter than the other, and the taller of the two wore his hair in a stubby braid. Otherwise, they were identical and they were both smiling. “Ah, thank you-” the sheriff pushed the volunteer ledger towards them, then watched the pair walk off, deeper into the ruins of fallen Asgard.
“Do you think they’re here?”
“Gotta be.”
“Think they’ll remember us?”
“Hope so.”
“Look at this place. How could anyone do this to them?”
“How could anyone let Norman Osborn be in charge of anything? Lets go find Volstagg.”
***
“Oh, my poor wee baby,” Volstagg crooned, scratching the small dragon under it’s chin. “Hildy, my dearest, fetch me the scale brush. He’s flaking.”
There was a grunt from inside the improvised shelter that was being used to store salvaged objects until they were reclaimed by their rightful owners. The wire brush came flying out, landing just outside Volstagg’s reach. The Asgardian sighed, muttered under his breath about the abundance of surly daughters he had been inflicted with. He gave the dragon a pat on the muzzle and turned to retrieve the brush, only to find it had already been picked up and was being held out to him by a mortal youth with a wide smile and a head full of curly black hair. “Hey, Volstagg. Bet you don’t remember me…”
There was a quiet moment as Volstagg took the wire brush, the dragon licking thoughtfully at Volstagg’s helmet. “Kevin?” the great round god whispered.
“I’m home,” Kevin confirmed as his foster father enfolded him in a bear hug. “Whoof!”
“Father, what are you doing out there?”
Volstagg released Kevin from his grip, pushing the dragon out of the way. “It’s Kevin, he’s come back to us! Hildy, get out here and-” He paused for a moment. “But what of Mick? Child, where is your brother?”
“He’s here too, he went that wa-haaay-” Kevin was waving his hand in the direction he had last seen his twin going when Hildy emerged into the light. It had been years since he’d seen his foster sister; when Ragnarock had come, Kevin and Mick had been sent back to Midgard, entrusted to a mortal friend of Thor’s. They had thought they would be returning soon, but instead they’d found themselves stranded in a world that was no longer familiar, without the support of the family that had taken them in when they’d had no one else in the world.
The years had changed Hildy easily as much as they’d changed Kevin. When he’d last seen the girl, she’d been entering into that horrible, awkward stage of adolescence where one was all gangly limbs and bad skin that not even the Aesir could avoid, which had only served to make her already fiery temper worse. Even the children of Asgard got to go through the horror of puberty at some point. Apparently, the fires of puberty had forged Kevin’s foster sister in to an Amazonian red head who looked like she could bench press a Buick, well defined muscles shown off by a sleeveless tunic and a pair of leather breaches that laced up the side.
She paused, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. “Kev?”
“Hi-” He never got the rest of what he wanted to say out, as Hildy enfolded Kevin in a bear hug that easily matched Volstagg’s in strength. Personally, Kevin found her hug far more enjoyable -- until he remembered that Hildy was his sister, or near enough to make absolutely no difference. Then he remembered that he needed air to live. “help…”
Hildy released Kevin from the hug, and the black haired young man staggered back a few steps, catching his breath. That was when Mick came over a hill of rubble. “Hey, Kev, did you- Whoah!”
Hildy crossed the distance quickly, giving Mick a hug that was equally as fierce as the one she’d given Kevin.