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michiel huisman

troy baker

dane dehaan

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Traffic wasn't as terrible as he thought it was going to be, so Dagur ended up heading out from his home two hours earlier than necessary. He was always used to horrible traffic that ended up pulling him late. Dagur was a man of punctuality, a firm believer of "better early than late"; besides, it was for business. If this was a casual meetup with one of his childhood friends whom he haven't talked to in the recent years, a simple get together was alright to be late to. During then, he'd probably scratch the back of his neck sheepishly and say something like, "better late than never."

Dagur always had the Monday Syndrome, so it was rather relieving that he got to go in on a Thursday. Call it stereotypical, but it fit him. Thursday, Thor's day. He was Icelandic. Dagur had a nice smile, a tug at both ends of his lips that made him look like the brightest person on Earth. Most of the time, he could make it look like they reach his eyes, like nothing was a bother to him. Well, it wasn't like anyone knew him good enough to see through his disguise. His family and friends were back in Iceland, and he lived alone, so really, there really wasn't anyone who knew him well enough.

The Icelandic ended up staying at a coffee shop for and hour and a half before making his slow way toward the company he was supposed to start in, adjusting his suit and tie only when he was in the front door. Didn't want to walk in looking like he just ran back from battle, now did he? He was still holding the plastic cup and the cardboard sleeved coffee, something to take him off the mind of what he was going to do here at the offices. Made him look professional, too. He'd like to think that, even though he was a really kind person and wouldn't hesitate to help anyone who looked like they need help. Dagur had a sense of loyalty, too. Strong bond toward something he wholehearted put his effort into. It made him a very good person to hire, yet that didn't explain why he spent almost a year after graduating to land his first job. Beginner's bad luck, probably.

Dagur Steinsson was a humble little man, twenty-eight and not smoking to look cool. That's what men in their late twenties do nowadays, right? He wouldn't actually know, he rarely liked talking to people about themselves. As casual as he was at times, he was pretty serious and would never beat around the bush or try to break the ice. That mindset and straight eyesight allowed him to pass all his subjects with flying colors eight years ago. Straight A student, some would say. He'd just tell you he stayed away from girls, and dating in general. Made most of the boys his age back then distracted and hitting the club one too many times.

He nodded at anyone and everyone who passed near him, sporting the usual "hello how are you?" smile. He heard it made people's first impression of him so much better. Now, Dagur hasn't really went and asked someone he met at work whom he greeted with that smile with a question like "what's your first impression of me". That was tacky and it meant bonding. Bonding when you're in a brutal working world like this was a terrible idea, despite it happening more often than not. Ducking his head when he neared the elevator, stepping in and closing the door. Luckily -- or strangely -- no one else entered in with him. He had time for himself.

Dagur raised his cup and took a sip of his coffee, letting the once-bitter liquid coat his tongue in its rich taste and trickle down his throat, warming him in all the right ways. Thawed his cold feet, even. Coffee was once a terrible drink for him, way back yonder when he was just a child and liked to put everything his parents ate in his mouth. Now it was his fuel, needed it to function. Something like that. It made sure he didn't fall asleep, and that was very important. Who wanted someone who falls asleep on their work most of the time to work under them? Someone who tested sleeping mattresses, probably. But he wasn't signing up for that job, even though it sounded very tempting after hard months of paperwork and overtimes.

The man stared at his reflection, then shifted his gaze to behind his reflection's head, where the polished metal of the elevator reflected the lights that indicated which floor he was on. Not like he needed to look, seeing as he could just feel the jolt of the metal box and the opening of the doors to know his cue to leave. He shook his head, taking another sip from his coffee. As he waited, he suppressed his emotions with the calming noise of the machine moving. He was supposed to come in a few months later, but things happened and now here he was. It was all so exciting, starting new adventures and meeting new people. Something he liked to do, he liked becoming "friends" with them, and as time went on, he'd crush them with his success. Haha, he was kidding. Dagur had a strange sense of humor. What was it that his friends used to call him when he did crazy things like that? Dagur the Deranged, or something. He scoffed inwardly.

A lot of people were milling around, and it comforted him when he stepped out of the elevator, hearing the door close noisily behind him. His polished black boots were silent against the floor as he wandered around, trying to find the hallway that would lead to the CEO of the company. There were people who stared at him, people who whispered and muttered behind his back, among other things. Seemed like the topic of the "new guy" was rather interesting in these people's lives. Must be boring working in an innovations company. Seriously, don't they have to brainstorm, or whatever they do here? Or are they all suddenly on break? Dagur shook his head lightly as he continued on.

There was someone near the hallway he was supposed to go down, a girl in a nice black dress and matching heels. Dagur allowed himself to spare her a lingering glance before turning the corner and heading toward the room where the CEO was in. He lifted his left arm and checked the watch fashioned on his wrist. He was a few minutes late, wasn't he? Shouldn'tve taken his sweet time walking over then. He hated being late to professional things. He knocked on the glass door, trying to catch the boss man's attention, before opening the door. As being late was rude, he didn't want to be any ruder.

"Sorry about being late, sir," he spoke up, his voice low and rich, someone who can say total nonsense yet still have people listening intently. His accent was not heavy but it was still present, Icelandic. Made him sound like he wasn't biting his words properly, and his tone a little off key. But it was still alright, and very clearly English.
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Dagur always had the Monday Syndrome, so it was rather relieving that he got to go in on a Thursday. Call it stereotypical, but it fit him. Thursday, Thor's day. He was Icelandic. Dagur had a nice smile, a tug at both ends of his lips that made him look like the brightest person on Earth. Most of the time, he could make it look like they reach his eyes, like nothing was a bother to him. Well, it wasn't like anyone knew him good enough to see through his disguise. His family and friends were back in Iceland, and he lived alone, so really, there really wasn't anyone who knew him well enough.

The Icelandic ended up staying at a coffee shop for and hour and a half before making his slow way toward the company he was supposed to start in, adjusting his suit and tie only when he was in the front door. Didn't want to walk in looking like he just ran back from battle, now did he? He was still holding the plastic cup and the cardboard sleeved coffee, something to take him off the mind of what he was going to do here at the offices. Made him look professional, too. He'd like to think that, even though he was a really kind person and wouldn't hesitate to help anyone who looked like they need help. Dagur had a sense of loyalty, too. Strong bond toward something he wholehearted put his effort into. It made him a very good person to hire, yet that didn't explain why he spent almost a year after graduating to land his first job. Beginner's bad luck, probably.

Dagur Steinsson was a humble little man, twenty-eight and not smoking to look cool. That's what men in their late twenties do nowadays, right? He wouldn't actually know, he rarely liked talking to people about themselves. As casual as he was at times, he was pretty serious and would never beat around the bush or try to break the ice. That mindset and straight eyesight allowed him to pass all his subjects with flying colors eight years ago. Straight A student, some would say. He'd just tell you he stayed away from girls, and dating in general. Made most of the boys his age back then distracted and hitting the club one too many times.

He nodded at anyone and everyone who passed near him, sporting the usual "hello how are you?" smile. He heard it made people's first impression of him so much better. Now, Dagur hasn't really went and asked someone he met at work whom he greeted with that smile with a question like "what's your first impression of me". That was tacky and it meant bonding. Bonding when you're in a brutal working world like this was a terrible idea, despite it happening more often than not. Ducking his head when he neared the elevator, stepping in and closing the door. Luckily -- or strangely -- no one else entered in with him. He had time for himself.

Dagur raised his cup and took a sip of his coffee, letting the once-bitter liquid coat his tongue in its rich taste and trickle down his throat, warming him in all the right ways. Thawed his cold feet, even. Coffee was once a terrible drink for him, way back yonder when he was just a child and liked to put everything his parents ate in his mouth. Now it was his fuel, needed it to function. Something like that. It made sure he didn't fall asleep, and that was very important. Who wanted someone who falls asleep on their work most of the time to work under them? Someone who tested sleeping mattresses, probably. But he wasn't signing up for that job, even though it sounded very tempting after hard months of paperwork and overtimes.

The man stared at his reflection, then shifted his gaze to behind his reflection's head, where the polished metal of the elevator reflected the lights that indicated which floor he was on. Not like he needed to look, seeing as he could just feel the jolt of the metal box and the opening of the doors to know his cue to leave. He shook his head, taking another sip from his coffee. As he waited, he suppressed his emotions with the calming noise of the machine moving. He was supposed to come in a few months later, but things happened and now here he was. It was all so exciting, starting new adventures and meeting new people. Something he liked to do, he liked becoming "friends" with them, and as time went on, he'd crush them with his success. Haha, he was kidding. Dagur had a strange sense of humor. What was it that his friends used to call him when he did crazy things like that? Dagur the Deranged, or something. He scoffed inwardly.

A lot of people were milling around, and it comforted him when he stepped out of the elevator, hearing the door close noisily behind him. His polished black boots were silent against the floor as he wandered around, trying to find the hallway that would lead to the CEO of the company. There were people who stared at him, people who whispered and muttered behind his back, among other things. Seemed like the topic of the "new guy" was rather interesting in these people's lives. Must be boring working in an innovations company. Seriously, don't they have to brainstorm, or whatever they do here? Or are they all suddenly on break? Dagur shook his head lightly as he continued on.

There was someone near the hallway he was supposed to go down, a girl in a nice black dress and matching heels. Dagur allowed himself to spare her a lingering glance before turning the corner and heading toward the room where the CEO was in. He lifted his left arm and checked the watch fashioned on his wrist. He was a few minutes late, wasn't he? Shouldn'tve taken his sweet time walking over then. He hated being late to professional things. He knocked on the glass door, trying to catch the boss man's attention, before opening the door. As being late was rude, he didn't want to be any ruder.

"Sorry about being late, sir," he spoke up, his voice low and rich, someone who can say total nonsense yet still have people listening intently. His accent was not heavy but it was still present, Icelandic. Made him sound like he wasn't biting his words properly, and his tone a little off key. But it was still alright, and very clearly English.
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. “The teachers at our school decided to pair up the pupils for this year’s prom and apparently we’re each other’s dates so hi” AU.

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[hr][align=right][color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=12]-- words | fandom | characters | others
[size=8]title -- title here
[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:500px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][color=white]13. running away[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(http://orig10.deviantart.net/1…keeperseekerx-d6ou9a0.gif); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]"Elsa!"

Her sister's voice rang through the night, with the distance sound of her people murmuring about what they have just witnessed. They've seen her secret, her secret that she tried so hard to hide. Oh gods, what would her parents think? They believed in her, that she could conceal the curse which could bring harm to anyone near her. Elsa felt herself break inside. She failed her parents, and now if she didn't leave immediately, she'd stay and end up hurting more of the people she loved dearly. The newly-crowned Queen didn't want to harm her sister anymore.

Stairs came up in front of her once she ran through the archway, and she didn't hesitate to gather her skirt in her fists, hurrying down the uneven stone stairs as quickly as she could.

Choosing this path was probably a mistake. It was just the fjord in front of her, with no where else to go on either sides. Anna was already at the opening, still clutching onto her left teal glove with Hans following close behind her. "Wait, please!" Anna shouted, losing her footing on one of those steps. The strawberry blonde was desperate to get her sister back, after finding out that she'd been hiding this from her.

Elsa turned, holding her own hands for comfort as she backed away, her fear lashing out and solidifying themselves as frost, freezing whatever she goes near. She wanted to shout at Anna, tell her to stay away. Flashbacks of what she did to her 13 years ago flickered in front of her, reminding her of what she had done and what she could do. The Grand Troll's words and his vision. It was too much, she was a monster and that was something she could never change. If she was to keep Arendelle safe, as their Queen and ruler, then she must leave. Leave and never return, so that she may never accidentally strike someone with her powers ever again. No hearts would be frozen, if she was far enough away.

Running away was not something she thought she'd be doing. Not even when she was a child, locked up in the room where her father put her so that she could learn to control herself. Suppressing was all Elsa did, but it seemed to be doing the trick to keep everyone else from harm's way. She was young and she was foolish, believing her father's words that she would be fine. Adgar carried those words to his watery grave, and she could not disrespect them by constantly thinking she was not alright. Now was different, however. She has to go.

With all those emotions, coldness gripped her and she turned when she heard the sound of water freezing. Elsa was already near the edge, and she stared down at the water. It was freezing over, because of her powers. Surprised, Elsa lifted a foot and placed it on another area. The water frozen beneath her as she neared and formed a strong enough sheet of ice to carry her weight. This was it. She was leaving.

Without turning back to give her sister one last glance, Elsa went on her way to her self-imposed exile. Running on ice was a strange sensation, but it was her fastest transport over the fjord and toward the path to the North Mountain. She would be saving all the citizens of Arendelle from harm, keeping them safe from the monster that dwelled within her. Anna would be safe, and that only justified her choice of running away even more.
[hr][align=right][color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=12]596 words | frozen (2013) | elsa | inner thoughts
[size=8]title -- this world isn't meant for you
[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:500px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][color=white]1. introduction[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v326/thefrog_/th_dara.gif); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]Deidara sat on the rock, in the cave where Sasori died. It really was it, wasn't it, Sasori no Danna? All those talk about how art was eternal, and here he was, dead. Pierced in the only place that made him human. Perhaps it was a heart, perhaps it was not. Deidara didn't remember anymore. His first partner, his fellow artist.

Does that mean he has won the little banters that the two often engage in? Art was truly fleeting then, seeing as Sasori was already gone. The blonde scoffed, staring down at the hollow shell puppet that used to be his partner. Upon closer inspection, it would seem that his ring was gone. Right, Zetsu had probably been sent out by Pein to do some clean up. Casting one last glance down at the lifeless face of his Danna, he scoffed and planted a foot into it, crushing the wood into pieces, caving the neatly carved facial feature into its own empty head. Without the chakra, it was really just some pathetic wooden puppet.

His cloak was ruined, torn at the sleeves. It was be normal, seeing as both his arms were taken from him. At least Zetsu managed to recover them, with his loud and annoying mask wearing subordinate. He was going to be the replacement for Sasori, wasn't he. Deidara met him before, had his neck between his thighs in his last attempt to shut the annoying man up. Just because he didn't have his arms, doesn't mean he couldn't put up a fight.

Deidara flexed his reattached arms, turning away from the puppet. Kakuzu stitched them back on, and replaced the missing part of his arm with the help of Zetsu's cell regrowth. It left him disgusting scars, but he didn't care about them. Let them be there, to remind him of this horrid day. No, it wasn't the first time he has lost a comrade in battle. It wasn't the first time he lost a person he could consider as his friend. It was the first time that Deidara had lost someone whom he had looked up to, who he found a reason to bicker against, who shared his passion in art.

"Deidara," the dark side of Zetsu rasped, his voice cutting through Deidara's train of thought and the bomber turned to stare at the man. Imbedded inside a wall as usual, Zetsu was only visible from the shoulders up, his large green venus flytrap looking flaps protruding out from his collarbones and into the air. "Your new partner."

Right. The man wasn't going to let Deidara forget it. Turning his gaze to the man next to Zetsu, he sighed. The lollipop was going to be his new partner, and there really wasn't anything he could do about it. Deidara couldn't whine to Pein, or bug Konan to get rid of the idiot for him. He was the youngest of the Akatsuki, seconded only by Hidan, but that doesn't mean he wasn't nineteen years old and it doesn't mean he didn't have a sense of pride.

In fact, the man could be overly arrogant. That was why he was dangerous.

The man was an idiot. What was with the annoyingly bright orange mask? They were supposed to be sneaky. Anyone with half an eye could see that fu.cking mask. Deidara's fingers twitched, and the next thing they knew, three kunai whizzed through the air and straight for his new partner. A test of strength, perhaps. Or something to let Deidara vent his anger on.

Everything happened too fast, but the distinct sound of the three kunai imbedding themselves into the cave wall at the opposite end was clear enough. What happened left Deidara shocked, and he would've missed it if it weren't for his left eye. The blonde swallowed, stepping toward his new partner as the taller man seemed to cower in fear.

"D-Deidara-senpai! Why did you do that?" He asked, his annoying, squeaky voice making Deidara's head hurt.

"No matter, hmm," the artist knew he was pretending. Who knew that this man was such a great actor? "Come, Tobi, uhn."

As he walked out of the cave, he let himself muse over what had happened. Tobi dodged his kunai, did a little wave, then stepped back into their paths. Whatever happened then, was something that could only be one of Tobi's special abilities. They passed through him. He was unfazed by it all, and only put up an act so that it made it seem like Deidara was the "leader" of the two. Deidara didn't stop for Tobi, who was calling for him to wait up somewhere back there.

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[justify][size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]Tobi stood in front of Naruto and Killer B, his face hidden behind the new mask he had fancied himself. "The war has already begun," Tobi said, staring at them intently through the eternal darkness of his two eyeholes. His voice was deep, his normal voice. One that he almost forgot after spending so long behind the facade of Tobi. "My name no longer matters. You can call me by my old name, Tobi, if you prefer. Madara, Tobi, call me whatever you want."

Truth was, they were just words to him now. The only person who could say his name and instill something within him that he thought had long died was dead. Although Deidara was now revived, Tobi knew that walking corpse held nothing similar to his "senpai" other than his appearance. The spell residing within him only gave him his voice and personality. In the end, they were all just controlled by Kabuto. The damned little snake really knew how to blackmail.

The Uchiha remembered the first proper introduction with Deidara-senpai. It was the only time where he proved to the bombshell that he wasn't just an idiot with a mask on. He was an outlaw hiding his true identity. That little name, Tobi, uttered with hatred and exasperation from that boy strike a thrill in him that not even starting the Fourth Great Ninja War could reproduce.
[hr][align=right][color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=12]1011 words | naruto - all media types | tobi xx deidara | first proper meeting
[size=8]title -- names are just words to me[/size]
[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:500px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][color=white]2. complicated[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(http://media2.giphy.com/media/Uhu2wd2VRQkJW/100.gif); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]"Give or take 5,000 years," his own voice rang clearly in his own ears, as he paced around the white jail cell. Loki's head began to hurt with the overly bright lights of the cell, but he still managed to remember his own words.

This was it. He was going to sit here in this cell, rotting away as his brother was out there, ruling Asgard to its doom. Whatever he did on Midgard that changed his entire attitude, whatever that mortal woman did to enchant his brother so, they will not be enough to stop Thor's basic oafish actions. The god of thunder will chase after battle like the youth he was, when he finds the job of being King ever so boring. The underlying tone of a boy desperately trying to become a man was still there, and there was nothing to stop it, expect for taking the throne away from him.

Something shimmered behind him and Loki turned, his green eyes almost set ablaze with anger of Odin's actions, anger of everything that had happened. Why must things go like this? Why must everything become so complicated? If he wasn't adopted, if he wasn't Laufey's son, if his brother stayed on Midgard, if his brother didn't change, if Odin didn't reject him, if he was still an Odinson, if he didn't attempt to destroy Jötunheimr, if he didn't fall into that wormhole, if he was never "saved" by Thanos.

Frigga's warm face appeared in front of him, a gentle smile on her face as always.

Was it true then? Thor would go out there and rule Asgard, thriving in his mistakes while he had to sit here and rot his years away, suffering for his own. Loki didn't understand how this was to be. It was discrimination, that was it. It had to be. He was never as strong as Thor, never as talented in battle, never longed to be drenched in his enemies' blood and stinking of battlefield. He opted for womanly magic, opted to be an ergi, wanted to become acquainted with daggers and knives, sharpened his tongue and drowned in books. Spells, words, lies.

Sure, Frigga knew what he liked to read. But how was he supposed to let the fact that he was going to sit here for more or less five thousand years, spending his remaining four thousand years reading books? There were not enough books for him to read, surely. There was much better things for him to do, easier things, like leading Asgard, or becoming the pathetic Midgardians' benevolent god. Was it not what they wanted? To be ruled and controlled? They set such silly rules and orders for themselves, anyway. They all seek a good leader, a figure of power to follow under. Why was it that what he was doing, giving what they want, such a crime?

All he needed to do was to prove himself worthy in Odin's eyes, so why wasn't trying to rule the Midgardians and become the god they wanted to desperately an act of worthiness? He was literally proving to Odin that he was fit to rule. It was his birthright, Odin said it himself, he was born to be a King! It was what he meant to have the moment he was born.

Loki growled to himself when Frigga left. They were not his parents. He didn't have to listen to their words. He had no parents. Laufey and Farbauti abandoned him. He needn't to listen to anyone. The sorcerer picked up the nearest item, which so happened to be a lamp, and hurled it at the weak orange glowing forcefield. It rebounded from the field and landed on the floor with a crash, the bulb inside cracked and useless.

The wordsmith would've tossed more things, broken all the furniture his mother got him so that he would be comfortable for years to come, until Thor dies and his heir ascends to the throne. But no, it would bring him no comfort. Throwing tantrums was not something he could do now. He was too old for this. He needed to find another way, another way to get out there and take revenge. He needed it. It was necessary.

Oh, what shall he do? Hmm, perhaps betray Thor again, but there must be something he had to spread so that Thor would come to him. It was only logical. But what could he say? As words come to him like water from opening a facet, his words can only go so far now that he was in this cell. Sighing, Loki headed toward his bed and picked up one of the books his mother got him, and flipped through the pages. Old runes stare back at his face and he trailed a finger over the golden words, trying to distract himself.

He will get his revenge. That was for sure. Loki didn't need to do anything else than that. His time will come. He knew it, somewhere, deep inside. His time will come.
[hr][align=right][color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=12]844 words | thor - all media types | loki | inner thoughts
[size=8]title -- why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
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