Fifteen Years - [7/??]
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August 9 2009, 08:19:29 UTC
"What!?"
"What!"
"In case you are forgetting, Arthur, she would have to be present to undo what she did, especially for such a high-level interference spell; unless you want Alfred to die, net? You ask me to sort things out with her, fine; but I will not play errand boy to your wishes and fetch her here."
Arthur started to speak, but fell silent. Alfred, on the other hand, wouldn't take it lyin' down god damn it!
"Like hell I would go with you!"
"Oh? But I thought you wanted to be human again, little Alfred," Ivan taunted, and Alfred growled, tackling him - sending both of them down on the floor into a fist fight.
"I'm - not - little anymore you bastard -"
Arthur ignored the commotion, face set into a frown. Ivan was right - as much as Arthur could bother Ivan to undo what he caused, Ivan probably would only agree to it just because it involved Alfred; not more than that, certainly not making the painstaking journey to Nataliya's realm and back only because Arthur wouldn't let Alfred go with him.
It would save more time anyway if Alfred was brought along.
And Lord knows how much the castle needed a break from the prince's overbearing presence - every week or so a new incident came up, all of them pointing back to the playful Crown Prince. Some adventuring would do the young man some good, would it not? 'Twas really his fault for making Alfred so oblivious to the world outside.
Not to mention Ivan wouldn't let anything happen to Alfred - Arthur was sure of it. He would flay him alive otherwise.
"I suppose... It would be best if you brought him along," Arthur started, giving in, and then jerked his head up at the sound of more struggling. "Oh will the both of you - Alfred!"
Alfred panted, hands pinned firmly above his head as Ivan loomed over him, smirking.
"Get off me," Alfred demanded breathlessly, eyes bright with anger.
"Only if you would stop with that infuriating habit of yours of picking fights; you should choose them carefully, little Alfred," Ivan sneered, the threat as dangerous as he meant it to be. Alfred gritted his teeth and jerked, but the hold on his wrists wouldn't budge. Ivan was at least a good deal more heavy than he was, if the man's sheer size was anything to judge by.
He bit his lower lip in frustration. "I -"
And as quickly as that, the weight above him disappeared as Arthur growled, kicking the sorcerer aside - absolutely furious as he launched into a long tirade of How Dare You Touch My Boy interspersed with a great deal of If I Ever See You Do That Again I Would that Alfred watched with great fascination, because Ivan looked so relaxed and... Normal even in the face of Arthur's infamous temper (much worse now that it involved one of his sons).
No. He wasn't admiring that Evil Sorcerer.
It was just that no one... Yeah. And... Yeah.
"Alfred," Arthur called, causing the prince to look up in surprise. He usually took up a longer time to dish out verbal punishment to whatever offended him. "As much as it pains me to say this, go get ready - you're going with him."
Alfred's eyes ballooned out of proportion.
"You've gotta be kidding me -"
"Alfred," he repeated, a bit more sharply, and that was when he knew when to stop.
Well, just because he knew it doesn't mean that he would. "B-But you never let me go out of the city proper unless you're coming along -"
"I know, but I won't be going with you. Your brother isn't back yet from his studies so unfortunately I would have to stay - a kingdom can't go unsupervised without its king. Anyway, didn't you recently turn twenty one?"
Alfred brightened up at the prospect of traveling outside the kingdom without his guardian's supervision - something had always been hoping for since his 21st birthday came to pass, before this whole mix up with the Eastern Throne happened.
"What!?"
"What!"
"In case you are forgetting, Arthur, she would have to be present to undo what she did, especially for such a high-level interference spell; unless you want Alfred to die, net? You ask me to sort things out with her, fine; but I will not play errand boy to your wishes and fetch her here."
Arthur started to speak, but fell silent. Alfred, on the other hand, wouldn't take it lyin' down god damn it!
"Like hell I would go with you!"
"Oh? But I thought you wanted to be human again, little Alfred," Ivan taunted, and Alfred growled, tackling him - sending both of them down on the floor into a fist fight.
"I'm - not - little anymore you bastard -"
Arthur ignored the commotion, face set into a frown. Ivan was right - as much as Arthur could bother Ivan to undo what he caused, Ivan probably would only agree to it just because it involved Alfred; not more than that, certainly not making the painstaking journey to Nataliya's realm and back only because Arthur wouldn't let Alfred go with him.
It would save more time anyway if Alfred was brought along.
And Lord knows how much the castle needed a break from the prince's overbearing presence - every week or so a new incident came up, all of them pointing back to the playful Crown Prince. Some adventuring would do the young man some good, would it not? 'Twas really his fault for making Alfred so oblivious to the world outside.
Not to mention Ivan wouldn't let anything happen to Alfred - Arthur was sure of it. He would flay him alive otherwise.
"I suppose... It would be best if you brought him along," Arthur started, giving in, and then jerked his head up at the sound of more struggling. "Oh will the both of you - Alfred!"
Alfred panted, hands pinned firmly above his head as Ivan loomed over him, smirking.
"Get off me," Alfred demanded breathlessly, eyes bright with anger.
"Only if you would stop with that infuriating habit of yours of picking fights; you should choose them carefully, little Alfred," Ivan sneered, the threat as dangerous as he meant it to be. Alfred gritted his teeth and jerked, but the hold on his wrists wouldn't budge. Ivan was at least a good deal more heavy than he was, if the man's sheer size was anything to judge by.
He bit his lower lip in frustration. "I -"
And as quickly as that, the weight above him disappeared as Arthur growled, kicking the sorcerer aside - absolutely furious as he launched into a long tirade of How Dare You Touch My Boy interspersed with a great deal of If I Ever See You Do That Again I Would that Alfred watched with great fascination, because Ivan looked so relaxed and... Normal even in the face of Arthur's infamous temper (much worse now that it involved one of his sons).
No. He wasn't admiring that Evil Sorcerer.
It was just that no one... Yeah. And... Yeah.
"Alfred," Arthur called, causing the prince to look up in surprise. He usually took up a longer time to dish out verbal punishment to whatever offended him. "As much as it pains me to say this, go get ready - you're going with him."
Alfred's eyes ballooned out of proportion.
"You've gotta be kidding me -"
"Alfred," he repeated, a bit more sharply, and that was when he knew when to stop.
Well, just because he knew it doesn't mean that he would. "B-But you never let me go out of the city proper unless you're coming along -"
"I know, but I won't be going with you. Your brother isn't back yet from his studies so unfortunately I would have to stay - a kingdom can't go unsupervised without its king. Anyway, didn't you recently turn twenty one?"
Alfred brightened up at the prospect of traveling outside the kingdom without his guardian's supervision - something had always been hoping for since his 21st birthday came to pass, before this whole mix up with the Eastern Throne happened.
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