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Title: Chaos’s Merry Month of Molestation: May 17th, Red Mage/Warrior.
Fandom: Final Fantasy I
Rating: T
Warnings: Yaoi.
Summary: A peek into the lives of Chaos’s Light Warriors.
A/N: Freya and Loki= Red Mages. Odin = Black Mage. Thor = Fighter/Warrior. Norse mythology has nothing to do with it, I just like the names.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept behind the fic. And all boys are written as 18+.
“Just screw him already and get over it.” Freya snarled, tossing her white hair over her shoulder as she glared at her brother and their party’s fighter. They both blinked, Loki’s eyes widening as he turned as red as his clothing, glaring at his outrageous sister while Thor smirked at her, slinging an arm around Loki’s shoulders.
“How do you know I haven’t?” He teased, taking great pleasure in watching Loki turn new shades of red. Freya huffed at him, eyes narrowing. “I sleep in the tent next to you, I know you haven’t done anything more than sleep beside one another.”
“Freya!” Loki hissed, finally finding his voice as Odin stepped into the inn room. The black mage stopped and stared at them , raising an eyebrow before glancing at Freya.
“What did you do now?” he demanded, setting down a bag of supplies on his bed. Freya scowled at him. Luckily, before she could open her mouth, Thor replied: “She’s strengthening our relationship by telling us we should sleep together.”
Odin stared at them for a few moments, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I wonder if it’s too late to request another room.” He muttered quietly, turning his back on the other three as he started to sort through the items he had bought.
Fandom: Final Fantasy I
Rating: T
Warnings: Yaoi.
Summary: A peek into the lives of Chaos’s Light Warriors.
A/N: Freya and Loki= Red Mages. Odin = Black Mage. Thor = Fighter/Warrior. Norse mythology has nothing to do with it, I just like the names.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept behind the fic. And all boys are written as 18+.
“Just screw him already and get over it.” Freya snarled, tossing her white hair over her shoulder as she glared at her brother and their party’s fighter. They both blinked, Loki’s eyes widening as he turned as red as his clothing, glaring at his outrageous sister while Thor smirked at her, slinging an arm around Loki’s shoulders.
“How do you know I haven’t?” He teased, taking great pleasure in watching Loki turn new shades of red. Freya huffed at him, eyes narrowing. “I sleep in the tent next to you, I know you haven’t done anything more than sleep beside one another.”
“Freya!” Loki hissed, finally finding his voice as Odin stepped into the inn room. The black mage stopped and stared at them , raising an eyebrow before glancing at Freya.
“What did you do now?” he demanded, setting down a bag of supplies on his bed. Freya scowled at him. Luckily, before she could open her mouth, Thor replied: “She’s strengthening our relationship by telling us we should sleep together.”
Odin stared at them for a few moments, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I wonder if it’s too late to request another room.” He muttered quietly, turning his back on the other three as he started to sort through the items he had bought.
