Chapter 50: Volos, Druk, and Ejder

Mikkel:

Darkness here, darkness there, darkness everywhere.

Laughing softly, laying against the black blanket that embraced our subconsciousness as Davyn and Birgir lounged lazily across from me with our legs draped over the other.

“How long you think it’s been?” Davyn chuckled softly, hearing Birgir mumble something under his breath like “Too Damn Long”, while I laid in my mockery of peace, humming “Moonlight Sonata” with images of Onyx and the girls flashing though our shared subspace.

“Long Enough.” I spoke gruffly, side glancing Davyn as he nodded with a lazy eye roll.

Birgir slammed his hand against the soft, cloth-like ground, sitting into an angry Indian style pose as his face rested on his closed fist. Paying no mind to his manhood, dangling like a worm and two golf balls, strapped securely between his muscular thighs.

“Seriously, we should have woken up a long time ago, after the pain rescinded.” Birgir grumbled lowly, playing with a small ball of green flame along his fingers, which was the only thing we could do to pass the time.

Flying flame balls through nothing but blackness is quiet entertaining, especially when it turns into a “duel”.

Birgir was right about the pain rescinding after Onyx was rushed away, and the heart shattering pain of our bond breaking like a shattering glass vase against a steel wall.

Splinters and shards, shattering throughout the endless blackness of our once vibrant souls as the spark fizzled out in a snap of a finger. Waking to this endless darkness, stuck with my brothers which wasn’t horrible but entertaining in itself.

“Pathetic.” A dark, raspy voice spoke sharply, snapping us out of our self-loathing looking for the source of that crazy voice.

“Who’s pathetic, because I only see three of us not hiding.” I retorted with a tilted smirk, knowing “Damn” well, provocation was the best way to piss “whoever” it was, OFF.

“You got some “Balls” boy but mine are bigger, and more demanding.” The dark voice hissed in dark laughter as two more dark, gravely laughs joined in on our mockery.

“FUCK YOU! Pompous Asshole!” Rolling my eyes as Davyn and Birgir smirked in amusement as we stood in a defensive stance, waiting to attack.

“What are you smirking about, Birgir.” A second, gravely voice growled lowly, cutting Birgir off as his mouth opened to retort.

“You’re worse than them with your silent grumbling. Grow a pair, matter of fact, ask your mate to share hers.” The dark voice laughed with a dark snarling growl, whipped back at Birgir with a dark smugness.

“Oh, you’re one to talk about growing a pair, while verbally lashing us from the darkness.” Birgir growled darkly, clenching his fists as his eyes scanned the darkness.

“Dude, chill out.” Davyn gripped his shoulder to help him focus.

“Yes, “chill out” he says, Hah!” Another voice rasped in a weird, growling laugh as the other two hissed in delight.

Growing tired and pissed off at their game.

Linking would be great right now, but we’re actually in our own link, chilling while these creepy voices take advantage of our situation.

“Listen Assholes!...” Loud roaring snarls stopped my train of thought, dodging massive balls of blackish-silver flames as Davyn and Birgir both punched my shoulders in retaliation.

Rubbing my shoulders as Davyn and Birgir gave a pointed stare as another rush of blazing flames, singed my bare ass with a loud hissing laugh while we quickly patted the charred flesh in an annoyed exhale.

“Happy NOW!” We shouted back in anger as my ass stinged and burned, while the three voices laughed in guttural roars that would cause tears.

“Hot Cheeks”

“Hot Buns”

“Flaming ASS!”

All three roared louder, growing tired of their games as Birgir and Davyn winked with a slight nod as we faced the directions of the laughs. Backing up to hide our hands as the laughter, slowly faded into heavy exhales of fiery air swirling heavily around our bodies.

“Why don’t you show yourselves.” Birgir spoke calmly as our eyes scanned, back and forth through the darkness.

Listening closely as the heavy layers of blackness, slowly fell away to heavy guttural breaths and sharp whisps of air against a solid object. Clicking my tongue to signal I found my target as Birgir and Davyn responded with their own clicks.

“Don’t try anything stupid.” The dark voice rasped lowly directly in front of my aim.

“Or what?” Davyn chirped excitedly over his shoulder as low huffing snarls surrounded us.

“Did your mother drop you three while incubating. I swear.” The dark voice mocked coldly in front of Birgir, receiving a warning snarl from us.

“Don’t go there.” We warned as the voices boomed in laughter, igniting the blazing rage to seep slowly from the darkest depths of our bellies.

“Oh, we went there. Only three “Blundernuts” would challenge their dragons.” The voice to my left laughed with a haughty tone, huffing a loud breath.

“OUR WHATS!” We snapped back in denial and angry annoyance.

“I give up. You have to be fucking with me.” I tossed my hands up in defeat, realizing the dark voice in front of me literally said “word for word”, even the attitude was spot on.

“Cheap parlor trick.” Davyn scoffed like he was right but paled at our expressions, knowing we just heard Davyn and a “dragon” talk over one another.

“Jinx.” We shouted at the same time with pointed fingers as balls of blackish-green flames shot from our fingertips like cannons, dodging the blackish-silver balls with loud laughter.

“Crazy Bastards.” We shouted in laughter with dark, gravely overtones as another round of flame balls whizzed through the darkness, dodging at the last second with a scorching sting along my calf.

“JINX AGAIN!” We roared with a dark melody of growling roars, grabbing our hands as flaming balls of green fire, spiraled wildly from our hands as we spun around like a pinwheel you would blow on as a kid.

The rapid release of green flame, painted a shadowy canvas of three massive, broad chested beasts with spiked tail ends and thick claws. Waiting for the right moment to break free and rush them.

“NOW!” I shouted in dark excitement as our hands released with force as our bodies catapulted through the air, slinging our arms around our dragons, landing on their backs.

The coolness of his rough scales with smoothed bumps, grazed along my fingers as his meaty neck, flexed and crawled around my palms like a snake and its prey.

“FUCKING MARVELOUS!” I roared with enthusiasm, holding on like a “bull rider” as it thrashed, and shook to get me off its back, watching as Davyn and Birgir looked more like they were breaking “wild stallions”.

Bring it on “Big Guy”!

Whooping and “Yawing” as our bodies danced in sync with their muscular forms.

Loud roaring growls faded into the heavy veil of darkness as our bodies jived and jolted with each movement, until an abrupt stop forward had us laughing darkly as we sat face-to-face with our dragons.

“Imbeciles!” The bright green orbs staring at me, huffed a heavy cloud of smokey soot, tasting the charred metallic acid that produced our flames.

Never gets old.

“HAH! Says the “Dragons” that gave piggyback rides.” Birgir laughed darkly as he looked over his shoulder with a smug Cheshire grin.

Low rumbling of a chesty growl, sent shivers up my spine as Birgir’s dragon snapped his razer teeth in his face with a loud, hollowed snap.

“I don’t know about you, but someone needs a “breath mint”.” Davyn gagged mockingly as his dragon stepped on his hand with a warning growling hiss.

“Hey “Dickhead” watch wear you step.” Davyn shoved his hand up his dragons nostril, causing it to jerk back in surprise.

“Really, what does she see in them? They’re adult hatchlings.” My dragon snarled lowly as our stare off continued, feeling insulted and very pissed he would talk about Onyx that way.

“Listen here, “DRAGON”. No one, and I mean “NO ONE” talks about our mate, or our hatchlings like that.” We stood in anger as our bodies twitched in annoyance.

“I was talking about Nuwa and Shehad, Onyx’s dragon. “Flame Fairy”.” A solid snap of a goliath tail across my torso, launched my ass in the air landing heavily on my ass with a low snarl.

“Wait! Onyx’s Dragon, she…I mean, Onyx is alive?” Davyn held his hands up as we looked at our dragons in a strange calmness as their green orbs blazed with excitement.

“Like we tried to explain, before you started blasting flames everywhere, which I might add was quiet genius, but yes.” Davyn’s dragon sat with a heavy thud as the other two got comfortable.

“Well, what the “Fuck” are we waiting for, let’s go.” Birgir spoke with dark excitement as Davyn and I perked a suspicious brow at him.

“Hang on, “Rambo” it’s a little more complicated than waking up.” Birgir’s dragon swooshed his tail heavily along the darkness with a sharp thud into the soft ground.

“What the Hell do we call you?” I asked with an aspirated hand in the air, pinching the bridge of my nose in a heavy exhale.

“Volos.” He spoke with a dark joking tone, slapping his tail against the ground.

Lifting my brow in amusement. Wise Ass.

“Ejder.” Birgir’s dragon spit a small ball of green flame, highlighting his long, horned snout.

Cold and grumpy.

“Druk.” Davyn’s dragon emphasized the “uk” sound with a heavy huff of smoke, drenching Davyn in soot.

Smart Ass.

Laughing darkly as Birgir and I patted him down to help with the black, powdery soot that made his green eyes the only thing visible among the darkness.