Warcraft (Thrall/Jaina)
Sorry about this being kind of last minute. I'll be getting the other two prompts done before my next ones are due.
Title: Unlikely
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (the__ivorytower)
Prompt: springkink Nov 3rd - Warcraft; Thrall/Jaina, in the wild, it's not quite sitting in a tree
Warnings: Cuteness, het.
Pairings: Thrall/Jaina
Summary: Neither of them quite believed it when the Mag'har told them about the islands floating above Nagrand.
~ * ~
Neither of them quite believed it when the Mag'har told them about the islands floating above Nagrand.
Garrosh, eager to please Thrall now that he knew the truth about his father, had told Thrall about the 'secret' hiding spots known to some of the most enterprising of his people. Thrall had accepted this knowledge, and of course, gone to speak to Jaina about it.
Jaina was a practiced, respected sorceress. Her studies in Dalaran had led her to believe that free-floating geography was something best left to engineers, and the wild imaginings of apprentice mages and the uninformed populace. Thrall was a shaman, and had traveled down roads closed to the unenlightened. The spirits had guided his hand for many years now. The logic of both sorceress and shaman dictated that the presence of floating islands above the ancestral home of the orcs was... unlikely, at best.
"It doesn't seem like it should be possible," Jaina said, peering up. She could see one of the floating islands above them. It was casting shadows on the ground as it floated peacefully, like an immobile, solid cloud. "It's as unlikely as floating a city over Northrend."
"Though perhaps not as foolish. Can you get us up there?" Thrall pointed.
Jaina nodded, and walked a circuit around the island's shadow. She peered up, sheltering her eyes against the sun, examining it from all angles, and then returned to Thrall's side. "I'm ready."
Thrall smiled, and under the pretense of being close to her for the portal, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him. He could hear her inhale, taking in his scent as she cast the teleportation spell. There was a mild sense of disorientation, and they were standing on the floating island. Despite its small size, the island continued to float peacefully as if no weight had been added to it.
"It has an apple tree," Jaina commented, and Thrall turned his head slightly to follow her gaze. There was indeed an apple tree growing on the island, though one branch was long and extended, as if offering a place to sit and watch the sky that rippled with colour, even in daylight.
"I don't believe apples are native to Nagrand," Thrall commented. "Or even to Draenor."
"You're thinking too hard about it," Jaina said firmly. "Take your armor off." At his raised eyebrow, she continued. "You can't climb a tree in heavy plate. Even Doomhammer would understand."
"I'm sure Orgrimm had a very clear idea of how to climb trees," Thrall rumbled, though he did start to take off the heavy plate. His fingers brushed briefly over some of the damage the armor had taken, and once it was off, he cupped his hand over the place where the lance that had killed his mentor had pierced it, ending his life. He sighed, and set it aside. Finding himself in simple trousers and tunic, he turned to look at Jaina. She had abandoned her cape, staff and shoes at the base of the tree, and was already sitting on the low, thick branch that had looked so inviting earlier. "I'll break the tree."
"You're worrying over nothing," Jaina chided him. He simply shook his head.
"This is why I've never scouted from the trees," Thrall told her. "I'm too heavy. It makes me deadly on the ground, but... trees do not like me climbing them." And, he was reluctant to say, I don't like them much for climbing either. He moved to help her down. She was light as a bird. He settled for sitting at the base of the tree, leaning against it as he held her in his arms. She rested against his chest comfortably. "So why am I thinking about all of this too hard?"
She smiled. "You're trying to apply logic to the situation. To a floating island with an apple tree on it. There's no reason to."
"And why is that, Lady Proudmoore?" He gave her a slight smile as he kissed her, enjoying the feeling of her, warm and small in his arms, the sun shining down on both of them.
"Because, Warchief Thrall," she said, after the kiss ended, "a wizard did it."
End
Title: Unlikely
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (the__ivorytower)
Prompt: springkink Nov 3rd - Warcraft; Thrall/Jaina, in the wild, it's not quite sitting in a tree
Warnings: Cuteness, het.
Pairings: Thrall/Jaina
Summary: Neither of them quite believed it when the Mag'har told them about the islands floating above Nagrand.
~ * ~
Neither of them quite believed it when the Mag'har told them about the islands floating above Nagrand.
Garrosh, eager to please Thrall now that he knew the truth about his father, had told Thrall about the 'secret' hiding spots known to some of the most enterprising of his people. Thrall had accepted this knowledge, and of course, gone to speak to Jaina about it.
Jaina was a practiced, respected sorceress. Her studies in Dalaran had led her to believe that free-floating geography was something best left to engineers, and the wild imaginings of apprentice mages and the uninformed populace. Thrall was a shaman, and had traveled down roads closed to the unenlightened. The spirits had guided his hand for many years now. The logic of both sorceress and shaman dictated that the presence of floating islands above the ancestral home of the orcs was... unlikely, at best.
"It doesn't seem like it should be possible," Jaina said, peering up. She could see one of the floating islands above them. It was casting shadows on the ground as it floated peacefully, like an immobile, solid cloud. "It's as unlikely as floating a city over Northrend."
"Though perhaps not as foolish. Can you get us up there?" Thrall pointed.
Jaina nodded, and walked a circuit around the island's shadow. She peered up, sheltering her eyes against the sun, examining it from all angles, and then returned to Thrall's side. "I'm ready."
Thrall smiled, and under the pretense of being close to her for the portal, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him. He could hear her inhale, taking in his scent as she cast the teleportation spell. There was a mild sense of disorientation, and they were standing on the floating island. Despite its small size, the island continued to float peacefully as if no weight had been added to it.
"It has an apple tree," Jaina commented, and Thrall turned his head slightly to follow her gaze. There was indeed an apple tree growing on the island, though one branch was long and extended, as if offering a place to sit and watch the sky that rippled with colour, even in daylight.
"I don't believe apples are native to Nagrand," Thrall commented. "Or even to Draenor."
"You're thinking too hard about it," Jaina said firmly. "Take your armor off." At his raised eyebrow, she continued. "You can't climb a tree in heavy plate. Even Doomhammer would understand."
"I'm sure Orgrimm had a very clear idea of how to climb trees," Thrall rumbled, though he did start to take off the heavy plate. His fingers brushed briefly over some of the damage the armor had taken, and once it was off, he cupped his hand over the place where the lance that had killed his mentor had pierced it, ending his life. He sighed, and set it aside. Finding himself in simple trousers and tunic, he turned to look at Jaina. She had abandoned her cape, staff and shoes at the base of the tree, and was already sitting on the low, thick branch that had looked so inviting earlier. "I'll break the tree."
"You're worrying over nothing," Jaina chided him. He simply shook his head.
"This is why I've never scouted from the trees," Thrall told her. "I'm too heavy. It makes me deadly on the ground, but... trees do not like me climbing them." And, he was reluctant to say, I don't like them much for climbing either. He moved to help her down. She was light as a bird. He settled for sitting at the base of the tree, leaning against it as he held her in his arms. She rested against his chest comfortably. "So why am I thinking about all of this too hard?"
She smiled. "You're trying to apply logic to the situation. To a floating island with an apple tree on it. There's no reason to."
"And why is that, Lady Proudmoore?" He gave her a slight smile as he kissed her, enjoying the feeling of her, warm and small in his arms, the sun shining down on both of them.
"Because, Warchief Thrall," she said, after the kiss ended, "a wizard did it."
End