Fanfiction: "Snowbird" (Oglaf)
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deemoyzaTitle: "Snowbird" (3,906 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Oglaf
Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up / Implied Sexual Content (Fade to Black)
Characters: Greir, Snow Queen
Relationships: Greir/Snow Queen
Summary: When Greir receives a pendant that protects its wearer from the cold, she decides to try it out by visiting the Snow Queen's castle to reclaim a journal she left behind the last time she was there. The queen's interest in the contents of the journal--and in Greir herself--encourage Greir to talk and slowly drop her defenses, and she discovers a place, and a person, that allow her to truly be herself.
Notes: Written for the Rarest of Rare Mini-Exchange.
She'd forgotten how imposing the Snow Queen's attendants were, and when a hulking, hairy creature answered the door, she tensed for a moment, and absently reached for her sword. She forced her hand to still and watched the creature frown down at her, blink twice, then break into a large grin.
"It's you," the creature boomed, taking her hand and shaking it roughly.
"Uh, yeah." Greir pulled her hand back and rubbed her shoulder. "I stopped by because I—"
"Oh, her majesty will be so pleased to see you!" The attendant took her by the other hand and led her into the castle as she stumbled to keep up with their long stride. "She talks of you often, and wonders where you are."
"Here and there. Really, I just came back for—"
"It is a bit early for her to resume her sleep, but I'm sure the two of you can find more to do in the meantime. She has so many questions, and wishes to know so much. Ah, here we are!" The attendant stopped abruptly in front of a massive door, then turned toward Greir and brushed stray snowflakes off her shoulders, straightened her tunic, and tried to force her face into a smile. Failing the last bit, they instead cleared their throat and pushed the door open. "M'lady, you have a visitor."
As she entered, Greir saw the Snow Queen rise from her throne and smooth the front of her loincloth. The queen looked up with a smile and threw her arms wide in a welcoming gesture.
"Hello," she said, "welcome to the castle of the—oh!" Recognition flashed in her eyes, and she stared at Greir, her mouth hanging open.
"Hey," Greir responded. "Long time, no see."
"I-indeed, it has been!" The queen recovered and ran down the steps from her throne to stand before Greir, examining her as if she were something straight out of a dream. "It's so good to see you! Though I'm afraid you're a bit early. Winter has only begun, and I must…" She dropped her gaze, a lilac tinge creeping into her cheeks.
"Don't worry, I'm not here for that."
"You're not?" The queen looked up abruptly, and Greir caught a hint of disappointment in her features.
"No, I'm here to reclaim something I believe I left behind when I was last here. A book. Leather-bound, pocket-sized."
"Oh, yes! Yes, I found it shortly after waking." The queen gestured to her attendant, who disappeared into a side room and returned shortly with the book. "It must have gotten tangled in the sheets. I hope it isn't terribly important."
"Not terribly, no. Just some useless musings." Greir took the book from the attendant with a nod.
"On what?"
It was Greir's turn to blush. She weighed the small journal in one hand and rubbed the back of her neck with the other. "My travels, mostly. Places I've been, people I've met, jobs I've taken."
"How fascinating! I don't suppose you'd care to share some of these recollections?"
"No." The queen made no attempt to hide her disappointment this time, and her expression—sad, forlorn, betrayed—cut through Greir like one of the icicles adorning the throne room. "They're really kind of boring," she added.
"Not to me. I've never left this castle. I can't. And the visitors I get from outside, well, they're not exactly interested in talking."
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Oglaf
Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up / Implied Sexual Content (Fade to Black)
Characters: Greir, Snow Queen
Relationships: Greir/Snow Queen
Summary: When Greir receives a pendant that protects its wearer from the cold, she decides to try it out by visiting the Snow Queen's castle to reclaim a journal she left behind the last time she was there. The queen's interest in the contents of the journal--and in Greir herself--encourage Greir to talk and slowly drop her defenses, and she discovers a place, and a person, that allow her to truly be herself.
Notes: Written for the Rarest of Rare Mini-Exchange.
She'd forgotten how imposing the Snow Queen's attendants were, and when a hulking, hairy creature answered the door, she tensed for a moment, and absently reached for her sword. She forced her hand to still and watched the creature frown down at her, blink twice, then break into a large grin.
"It's you," the creature boomed, taking her hand and shaking it roughly.
"Uh, yeah." Greir pulled her hand back and rubbed her shoulder. "I stopped by because I—"
"Oh, her majesty will be so pleased to see you!" The attendant took her by the other hand and led her into the castle as she stumbled to keep up with their long stride. "She talks of you often, and wonders where you are."
"Here and there. Really, I just came back for—"
"It is a bit early for her to resume her sleep, but I'm sure the two of you can find more to do in the meantime. She has so many questions, and wishes to know so much. Ah, here we are!" The attendant stopped abruptly in front of a massive door, then turned toward Greir and brushed stray snowflakes off her shoulders, straightened her tunic, and tried to force her face into a smile. Failing the last bit, they instead cleared their throat and pushed the door open. "M'lady, you have a visitor."
As she entered, Greir saw the Snow Queen rise from her throne and smooth the front of her loincloth. The queen looked up with a smile and threw her arms wide in a welcoming gesture.
"Hello," she said, "welcome to the castle of the—oh!" Recognition flashed in her eyes, and she stared at Greir, her mouth hanging open.
"Hey," Greir responded. "Long time, no see."
"I-indeed, it has been!" The queen recovered and ran down the steps from her throne to stand before Greir, examining her as if she were something straight out of a dream. "It's so good to see you! Though I'm afraid you're a bit early. Winter has only begun, and I must…" She dropped her gaze, a lilac tinge creeping into her cheeks.
"Don't worry, I'm not here for that."
"You're not?" The queen looked up abruptly, and Greir caught a hint of disappointment in her features.
"No, I'm here to reclaim something I believe I left behind when I was last here. A book. Leather-bound, pocket-sized."
"Oh, yes! Yes, I found it shortly after waking." The queen gestured to her attendant, who disappeared into a side room and returned shortly with the book. "It must have gotten tangled in the sheets. I hope it isn't terribly important."
"Not terribly, no. Just some useless musings." Greir took the book from the attendant with a nod.
"On what?"
It was Greir's turn to blush. She weighed the small journal in one hand and rubbed the back of her neck with the other. "My travels, mostly. Places I've been, people I've met, jobs I've taken."
"How fascinating! I don't suppose you'd care to share some of these recollections?"
"No." The queen made no attempt to hide her disappointment this time, and her expression—sad, forlorn, betrayed—cut through Greir like one of the icicles adorning the throne room. "They're really kind of boring," she added.
"Not to me. I've never left this castle. I can't. And the visitors I get from outside, well, they're not exactly interested in talking."
