[ there's a pause, before the next messages come. ]
i just wanted to say that the poe stuff is over, for the most part, and that you were right, and that i should have listened. he fucked with my head. i don't know if he meant to or not. he told me he was in love with me but still left to be with someone else. so, that's that, i guess.
[there's a pause on his end as well, before a noodlemaps screenshot comes through -- the directions to a small park near the grocery Magnus and Alex go to, in De Chima]
[ noodlemaps. wild. technology is fucked up. he doesn't reply. he shows up at the park on foot, more of a mess than he was even when he first came back from space. the orange sweater he's wearing is dirty, his eyes are red, he looks like he hasn't slept for days - it took him far longer than it should have, for him to show up, but he's here, at least.
he doesn't say anything, when he approaches magnus. just kind of kicks at the dirt with his hands in his pockets, head down and awkward. ]
[and when Odin shows, Magnus is sitting on the edge of a roundabout, with his grocery bag wedged between his knees. he's eating something from it, and as Odin shows up, he extends -- a warm bowl of slightly-messy warm cinnamon apple slices, a dollop of whipped cream on the top. he smiles crookedly, cheek puffed with a big apple slice]
[ He'd laugh, any other time, at Magnus's goofy-ass face. At least pretend to, if nothing else. Not now, though. He feels a little too queasy to eat, so he waves off the bowl, sliding down next to Magnus, keeping some distance out of nervous consideration of what might constitute too close. He breathes out, dragging his feet along the ground, silently rotating the roundabout a few inches back and forth.
He changes his mind, taking an apple slice. He's not ready to eat it, but he holds it, at least, toying with it in the tips of his fingers. ]
Did you have an okay holiday with Alex? Sorry for - we kind of ghosted on you. Me and Peter. We wanted to give you some space.
[there's a sort of knowing look he casts over at Odin, not quite harsh, but not quite believing that, either]
...It's okay if you guys needed space. We would have understood that.
[it's the most he'll chastise either of them, for -- well, totally ghosting on them. it definitely hurt, that they weren't being straightforward, but -- it did simplify things a bit, and they caught on, eventually]
It was more than okay, though, I think. We haven't really -- well, you know. Our last couple holiday seasons were beyond crappy.
[what with the homelessness, which always felt extra miserable during the times of the year when suddenly everything was all about Togetherness and Family, and people pretended to give a shit about kids that were still homeless outside the week of Christmas or Thanksgiving. Odin knows their story, after all. Magnus shrugs, eats another apple slice, which leaves a sticky mark on the corner of his mouth]
We just hung out in our pajamas and watched movies and goofed around, it was, um, really good. [it was amazing, Magnus doesn't say, because it's a little pathetic, how grateful he is, to have had a holiday that wasn't utterly miserable, to have spent time letting his hair down (and getting it braided by his girl/boyfriend) after maybe his second most stressful month here. he adds, a little carefully] How was the party?
[ Odin opens his mouth, ready to argue, defensive - they did want to give Alex and Magnus space - but he hesitates, swallowing it down. He and Peter needed some time away, yeah, and Magnus isn't wrong to call him out on that. The two of them hadn't handled their shit as well as they could have, but - fuck, when had they ever? ]
... We kind of thought - [ here, again, he hesitates, not wanting to speak for Peter, even with words that were told to him explicitly. ] I kind of thought - the two of you haven't been able to really relax, since moving into Fauxhalla. And-- and with the both of us being so down all the time, just-- we wanted to give you the holiday. I guess.
[ The words come a little weak, though, because the fact of the matter is - it was cruel, leaving in such a rush before Christmas. He thought they were doing the right thing, at the time, trying to rip off the bandaid without making a scene. maybe it was wrong to do that. the mention of the party makes him flinch, but he pushes on. ]
Me and Peter made out a lot, so that was weird. Made out with, um - Persephone? That was an experience. Jonathan, too, but I'd done that already. And-- and at the end of the night - Poe told me he's in love with me. [ He shrugs it off, kicking at the dirt. He's said it so often, by now, that the words don't mean much. Not that they really seemed to, anyway, given how this all played out. ] I met, um - Maxwell? Trevelvyevlveylvyvyvan. He said he knows you... or that he's spoken to you, at least. I made him a flower from his homeland and I think he really, really loved it. It felt good, to be able to do that for someone.
[ He shrugs, again. There's not much to say. ]
It was a bad party. We had to commandeer the stereo because they were playing carols.
[it felt cruel. it also felt like something Odin and Peter had to -- do, he guesses. it just would have been -- he doesn't know, something like the too-fullness he felt during their housewarming, to have them there, sharing the holiday that's been sour for so many years, for both of them. but it's not on Odin and Peter, to smooth those tattered edges on Magnus and Alex, and they way they feel about homes and holidays, especially when they'd both gone through some shit. Magnus wouldn't want that put on anybody, doesn't want to be the kind of person that needs to be fixed, or make his damages loudly known]
[so he can't fault them. Magnus supposes not going to the party at Poe's had been his own limit of exhaustion; he'd entrusted Peter to look after Odin, knowing it probably wouldn't turn out exactly well for Odin (didn't need to ask the norns about that one, really). and some of the things Odin says are good -- Maxwell is a solid dude, and Magnus quite enjoys talking to him. Odin doing nice things for people he wasn't romantically attached to is also always a good thing. making out with Peter causes his eyebrows to raise (though Persephone and Jonathan after causes them to lower -- he supposes this is what adults did, at parties, and teens too. he's the weird one, here)]
[some of the things he says aren't as good. some of them are, actually, the fucking worst, and the carols aren't what made it a bad party. Magnus keeps his expression soft, understated. he doesn't want Odin to think he pities him, because he doesn't. he also doesn't want Odin to see -- how mad he feels, that Poe's done something fucking selfish and cowardly again]
Odin...
[Magnus shuffles his grocery bag to the ground, his apples. he puts an arm around his friend, and -- as if to distract from this fact -- kicks his heel, einherjar-hard, against the ground. the wheel goes gently spinning in slow rotations, and he tugs Odin by the shoulder to lay down against the cold metal. the sky is winter-bright and clear above them]
[ there'll be time, now that so many doors have closed on both peter and odin, for the both of them to be there during brighter and better holidays. they'd put so much of themselves on the line to take a hold of things that mattered to them, and now that those futures are gone, swept away by fate or cowardice, it's hard to do anything but heal, when the alternative is to rot. things will ease, in time, one way or another, and magnus and alex will once again get as much of the both of them as they'll allow.
but for now Odin is still selfish, still more of a coward than he thinks Poe would ever be, and if there's any trace of anger to Magnus's expression, he doesn't find it. the inertia of that first spin sends Odin's head to Magnus's shoulder, and he leans back up, desperately grateful for the contact of an arm around him as he always is in moments like these, but not wanting to push things, even accidentally. he lays down on the metal and watches the clouds spin overhead, letting out a long and heavy breath. ]
He kisses like... [ how does he put this, without being cruel to another friend? ] He kisses like a hurricane. A surge of rain, at the height of a storm. A tidal wave, breaking on the face of my cliffs.
[ in other words, wet. super sloppy. drunk and gross. he looks at Magnus, eyebrows raised and eyes open wide, feigning terror. it was the worst. he leaves out the parts where his time with peter skirted dangerously close to feeling -- serious, in a way that it shouldn't have been. ]
... But yeah, he left. Poe. [ he folds his arms over his chest, scratching at his bicep, restless and weary at the same time. ] He's together with the other guy, now. So...
[ he raises a hand, lazily watching his outstretched fingers slowly close in on themselves, like he's trying to grab one of the clouds. he wonders if he'll ever feel okay, flying again. poe had really, really made him want to be a pilot, for a while, but now there's so much distance between him and the sky that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to traverse it. ]
I'm kind of homesick. Is that fucked up, do you think? I left my homeland to fight in another country's war, and even there, I was never homesick. But now - it's like - I don't have that structure. I don't have my Lord, telling me what to do, or... how to feel, how to live. There's no war to fight. Just me. Fucking up. Even fucked up with you, the way I left on Christmas. [ he shrugs, like it's nothing, even though he's-- starting to feel like he did at the start of their relationship, where Magnus was just better than him, and he's a problem by being near him. ]
Just - there's nothing good about me. Not here. I thought there was good about me, for a while. But there's not? I think. I don't-- I'm not good enough to be here. Or-- good enough to know any of you.
[there's a soft snicker (wet and damp is what he hears, about Peter Maximoff's kissing skills), but Magnus quiets, as Odin talks. confesses. apologises. struggles, with how to live outside a war that's defined his entire existence. it makes him think of Thor, clumsy in his comfortable home and with his beautiful wife, but in his element, in the unforgiving snows of Jotunheim, hostility around every ice-tipped corner. survival changed people. causes changed people. it feels unfair, that Odin hadn't gotten the chance to grow up, become his own person, without being a lord in a nation at war or fighting for his life, his family, his cause]
[none of those things are here. Magnus, who has nothing but the people in his afterlife and a crushing weight of responsibility he finds no great nobility in, is of course doing better. war didn't structure his afterlife; it intrudes on it, disrupts it. he's a chosen warrior who hates to war]
You're just becoming a person.
[it sounds -- kind of stupid, probably, but Magnus doesn't think Odin minds, if he sounds stupid. Magnus gently knocks Odin's head back onto his shoulder]
That's what it's like, if you're not stuck in a war or surviving or trying to live up to some nuts ideals. It's just you, fucking up, figuring stuff out. Working out how you need to live, what kind of people should be around you. Or not be around you.
[his fingers fall to Odin's hair, gently tug, like a reminder]
It's hard to find good in yourself, sometimes, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. All the time, not just when you're -- being loved, for what you are or do. Sometimes no one loves you. But you're still you, and you're still good. You have to fight for that. [grey eyes slide to meet Odin's, sharp and peregrine] That's why Alex is so... amazing. Admirable. He knows how to love himself. He fought for himself. So now he's beautiful and strong. You -- and that ass, Poe -- fight for everybody but yourselves.
[he shakes his head, blowing long blond hair out of his face. calm, gentle Magnus says, calmly and gently]
I wanna punch that idiot's jaw off. I might, if I see him around. But it won't change anything, if you don't let yourself matter.
[ It hits him like a hammer to the ribs. You're just becoming a person. He's winded by it, the blow sending everything he's thinking into disarray. He stares, wide eyed, at Magnus, as he struggles to piece two thoughts together. ]
I've never... I haven't ever-- I've never thought of it. Like that. Even though I've been fighting since I was little. That there might be more to me.
[ He lets his head rest against Magnus's shoulder, grateful for the fact that his face his hidden. He feels like crying, honestly, in a way so much different to how he's felt like crying, recently. There's a catharsis, behind the way his eyes burn and behind the way he feels like his throat is closing up. Maybe this is why his dad tried so hard to spend weeks surrounded by nature, with him, or why his mom worked so hard to teach him about the arts. To help him find who he was, before the inevitability of war took ahold of him.
He shakes his head. He can't think about that on top of everything else, but he thinks, maybe, that he will, when all of this is over, and it will help. ]
Poe's not an ass. Or an idiot. Everything that happened between us is my fault.
[ He flicks his eyes to Magnus's, then away. There are a few things he could say, all things he's been able to say at least once before - i'm not good enough for him, he doesn't love me as much as i do him and that's not his fault, there's someone out there worth more to him than i could ever be, he's kind enough to lie like you and think that i matter but a lie's still just a lie-- but it's harder to put all of those thoughts into words, to Magnus, who goes to these great lengths to remind him how special and important he is so often when they speak. So he shuts it down, shrugging his shoulders and leaning a little closer. ]
I wouldn't feel the way I do for him if he wasn't perfect, for me. I wish more of my friends could see what I see in him. I feel like I'm the only one who gets it, sometimes. Or - I did, before I found out someone... I guess-- sees it more? I don't think that's right. I don't think anyone could see him better than I can. But before I found out someone-- before I found out there was someone he sees clearer than he sees me.
But-- yeah. You're right. He, uh. He handles things... very differently to how Alex does.
[ He thinks of the way Alex held him, when he was staying in Fauxhalla, and he considers bringing it up, but he doesn't - maybe Alex has already told Magnus about it, and Odin won't resent him for it if he has, but he'd like to keep it a moment shared just between the two of them. ]
... I don't think anybody is as smart as Alex, though.
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[ there's a pause, before the next messages come. ]
i just wanted to say that the poe stuff is over, for the most part, and that you were right, and that i should have listened.
he fucked with my head. i don't know if he meant to or not.
he told me he was in love with me but still left to be with someone else.
so, that's that, i guess.
i don't really know what to do
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meet me here. i have snacks
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he doesn't say anything, when he approaches magnus. just kind of kicks at the dirt with his hands in his pockets, head down and awkward. ]
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Hey. Come sit.
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He changes his mind, taking an apple slice. He's not ready to eat it, but he holds it, at least, toying with it in the tips of his fingers. ]
Did you have an okay holiday with Alex? Sorry for - we kind of ghosted on you. Me and Peter. We wanted to give you some space.
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...It's okay if you guys needed space. We would have understood that.
[it's the most he'll chastise either of them, for -- well, totally ghosting on them. it definitely hurt, that they weren't being straightforward, but -- it did simplify things a bit, and they caught on, eventually]
It was more than okay, though, I think. We haven't really -- well, you know. Our last couple holiday seasons were beyond crappy.
[what with the homelessness, which always felt extra miserable during the times of the year when suddenly everything was all about Togetherness and Family, and people pretended to give a shit about kids that were still homeless outside the week of Christmas or Thanksgiving. Odin knows their story, after all. Magnus shrugs, eats another apple slice, which leaves a sticky mark on the corner of his mouth]
We just hung out in our pajamas and watched movies and goofed around, it was, um, really good. [it was amazing, Magnus doesn't say, because it's a little pathetic, how grateful he is, to have had a holiday that wasn't utterly miserable, to have spent time letting his hair down (and getting it braided by his girl/boyfriend) after maybe his second most stressful month here. he adds, a little carefully] How was the party?
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... We kind of thought - [ here, again, he hesitates, not wanting to speak for Peter, even with words that were told to him explicitly. ] I kind of thought - the two of you haven't been able to really relax, since moving into Fauxhalla. And-- and with the both of us being so down all the time, just-- we wanted to give you the holiday. I guess.
[ The words come a little weak, though, because the fact of the matter is - it was cruel, leaving in such a rush before Christmas. He thought they were doing the right thing, at the time, trying to rip off the bandaid without making a scene. maybe it was wrong to do that. the mention of the party makes him flinch, but he pushes on. ]
Me and Peter made out a lot, so that was weird. Made out with, um - Persephone? That was an experience. Jonathan, too, but I'd done that already. And-- and at the end of the night - Poe told me he's in love with me. [ He shrugs it off, kicking at the dirt. He's said it so often, by now, that the words don't mean much. Not that they really seemed to, anyway, given how this all played out. ] I met, um - Maxwell? Trevelvyevlveylvyvyvan. He said he knows you... or that he's spoken to you, at least. I made him a flower from his homeland and I think he really, really loved it. It felt good, to be able to do that for someone.
[ He shrugs, again. There's not much to say. ]
It was a bad party. We had to commandeer the stereo because they were playing carols.
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[so he can't fault them. Magnus supposes not going to the party at Poe's had been his own limit of exhaustion; he'd entrusted Peter to look after Odin, knowing it probably wouldn't turn out exactly well for Odin (didn't need to ask the norns about that one, really). and some of the things Odin says are good -- Maxwell is a solid dude, and Magnus quite enjoys talking to him. Odin doing nice things for people he wasn't romantically attached to is also always a good thing. making out with Peter causes his eyebrows to raise (though Persephone and Jonathan after causes them to lower -- he supposes this is what adults did, at parties, and teens too. he's the weird one, here)]
[some of the things he says aren't as good. some of them are, actually, the fucking worst, and the carols aren't what made it a bad party. Magnus keeps his expression soft, understated. he doesn't want Odin to think he pities him, because he doesn't. he also doesn't want Odin to see -- how mad he feels, that Poe's done something fucking selfish and cowardly again]
Odin...
[Magnus shuffles his grocery bag to the ground, his apples. he puts an arm around his friend, and -- as if to distract from this fact -- kicks his heel, einherjar-hard, against the ground. the wheel goes gently spinning in slow rotations, and he tugs Odin by the shoulder to lay down against the cold metal. the sky is winter-bright and clear above them]
I bet Peter kisses like an idiot.
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but for now Odin is still selfish, still more of a coward than he thinks Poe would ever be, and if there's any trace of anger to Magnus's expression, he doesn't find it. the inertia of that first spin sends Odin's head to Magnus's shoulder, and he leans back up, desperately grateful for the contact of an arm around him as he always is in moments like these, but not wanting to push things, even accidentally. he lays down on the metal and watches the clouds spin overhead, letting out a long and heavy breath. ]
He kisses like... [ how does he put this, without being cruel to another friend? ] He kisses like a hurricane. A surge of rain, at the height of a storm. A tidal wave, breaking on the face of my cliffs.
[ in other words, wet. super sloppy. drunk and gross. he looks at Magnus, eyebrows raised and eyes open wide, feigning terror. it was the worst. he leaves out the parts where his time with peter skirted dangerously close to feeling -- serious, in a way that it shouldn't have been. ]
... But yeah, he left. Poe. [ he folds his arms over his chest, scratching at his bicep, restless and weary at the same time. ] He's together with the other guy, now. So...
[ he raises a hand, lazily watching his outstretched fingers slowly close in on themselves, like he's trying to grab one of the clouds. he wonders if he'll ever feel okay, flying again. poe had really, really made him want to be a pilot, for a while, but now there's so much distance between him and the sky that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to traverse it. ]
I'm kind of homesick. Is that fucked up, do you think? I left my homeland to fight in another country's war, and even there, I was never homesick. But now - it's like - I don't have that structure. I don't have my Lord, telling me what to do, or... how to feel, how to live. There's no war to fight. Just me. Fucking up. Even fucked up with you, the way I left on Christmas. [ he shrugs, like it's nothing, even though he's-- starting to feel like he did at the start of their relationship, where Magnus was just better than him, and he's a problem by being near him. ]
Just - there's nothing good about me. Not here. I thought there was good about me, for a while. But there's not? I think. I don't-- I'm not good enough to be here. Or-- good enough to know any of you.
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[none of those things are here. Magnus, who has nothing but the people in his afterlife and a crushing weight of responsibility he finds no great nobility in, is of course doing better. war didn't structure his afterlife; it intrudes on it, disrupts it. he's a chosen warrior who hates to war]
You're just becoming a person.
[it sounds -- kind of stupid, probably, but Magnus doesn't think Odin minds, if he sounds stupid. Magnus gently knocks Odin's head back onto his shoulder]
That's what it's like, if you're not stuck in a war or surviving or trying to live up to some nuts ideals. It's just you, fucking up, figuring stuff out. Working out how you need to live, what kind of people should be around you. Or not be around you.
[his fingers fall to Odin's hair, gently tug, like a reminder]
It's hard to find good in yourself, sometimes, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. All the time, not just when you're -- being loved, for what you are or do. Sometimes no one loves you. But you're still you, and you're still good. You have to fight for that. [grey eyes slide to meet Odin's, sharp and peregrine] That's why Alex is so... amazing. Admirable. He knows how to love himself. He fought for himself. So now he's beautiful and strong. You -- and that ass, Poe -- fight for everybody but yourselves.
[he shakes his head, blowing long blond hair out of his face. calm, gentle Magnus says, calmly and gently]
I wanna punch that idiot's jaw off. I might, if I see him around. But it won't change anything, if you don't let yourself matter.
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I've never... I haven't ever-- I've never thought of it. Like that. Even though I've been fighting since I was little. That there might be more to me.
[ He lets his head rest against Magnus's shoulder, grateful for the fact that his face his hidden. He feels like crying, honestly, in a way so much different to how he's felt like crying, recently. There's a catharsis, behind the way his eyes burn and behind the way he feels like his throat is closing up. Maybe this is why his dad tried so hard to spend weeks surrounded by nature, with him, or why his mom worked so hard to teach him about the arts. To help him find who he was, before the inevitability of war took ahold of him.
He shakes his head. He can't think about that on top of everything else, but he thinks, maybe, that he will, when all of this is over, and it will help. ]
Poe's not an ass. Or an idiot. Everything that happened between us is my fault.
[ He flicks his eyes to Magnus's, then away. There are a few things he could say, all things he's been able to say at least once before - i'm not good enough for him, he doesn't love me as much as i do him and that's not his fault, there's someone out there worth more to him than i could ever be, he's kind enough to lie like you and think that i matter but a lie's still just a lie-- but it's harder to put all of those thoughts into words, to Magnus, who goes to these great lengths to remind him how special and important he is so often when they speak. So he shuts it down, shrugging his shoulders and leaning a little closer. ]
I wouldn't feel the way I do for him if he wasn't perfect, for me. I wish more of my friends could see what I see in him. I feel like I'm the only one who gets it, sometimes. Or - I did, before I found out someone... I guess-- sees it more? I don't think that's right. I don't think anyone could see him better than I can. But before I found out someone-- before I found out there was someone he sees clearer than he sees me.
But-- yeah. You're right. He, uh. He handles things... very differently to how Alex does.
[ He thinks of the way Alex held him, when he was staying in Fauxhalla, and he considers bringing it up, but he doesn't - maybe Alex has already told Magnus about it, and Odin won't resent him for it if he has, but he'd like to keep it a moment shared just between the two of them. ]
... I don't think anybody is as smart as Alex, though.