Heart Of Ice
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Adult +
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22
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6,568
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27
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Chapter Nineteen: Snork
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Nineteen: Snork
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating:
Summary: Fabian gets Avery back on track after the trauma of the less than helping hands.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex between a male and a male adult not quite human thing, angst.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): Chapters 19 and 20 were originally the same chapter but it was so long I decided to divide it into two separate chapters.
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Jilly showed no signs of boredom creeping upon her, in fact she was still giggling and bouncing herself up and down as well as grabbing for random goblins – or those Fabian kicked at her – and bashing them on the stone floor. Fabian, however, was quickly tiring of the game. Kicking his goblins around never ad entertained him for long. He much preferred watching the beautiful boys of the mortal world through his crystal orbs.
“Your highness!” a goblin with a voice as loud as a foghorn but a shrill as, say, a cat having its ears ripped off without an anesthetic shrieked suddenly from behind the king.
Fabian winced but the goblin’s piercing screech was a respite from the game he had not stopped long ago simply for lack of having anything else to do once he had stopped it. “Yes?” he asked.
“The boy!” the same goblin shrieked again.
“Yes, what of him?” Fabian aimed a last goblin in Jilly’s direction before turning to regard the goblin with something akin to curiosity about the boy but disgust at having to speak to one of those…things. He would much rather be kicking it.
“The boy!” the goblin insisted.
“Yes?” Fabian rolled his eyes. Sometimes the creatures could be so dense.
“The boy in your highness’s labyrinth,” the apparently witless goblin reiterated.
“Yes, yes! We’ve established that already! What of him?” This goblin would likely be Jilly’s next play thing if it – Fabian was never sure if they were male or female or what but they seemed to reproduce like bunnies – did not just tell him what was going on with the boy who was evidently still in the labyrinth.
“Uhh….” The goblin’s beady red eyes crossed as it tried to remember what it had so recently been in such a hurry to tell its king. “I forget?” it asked finally.
The Goblin King rolled his eyes. This was so typical of his subjects. “Oh, really?” he asked. He drew back his right foot – clad in his favorite goblin kicking pointy toed boots – and took aim.
“He’s in the oubliette!” the goblin shrieked, suddenly remembering.
“Or, really?” Fabian asked. The boy could not possibly be in the oubliette yet. He had not had time to come so far and even if he had, the king had specifically ordered the hands not to have their way with this one but to immediately send him back to the surface.
Another goblin – he thought this one was female, it wore a dress at least but in this place with these creatures, that hardly seemed to matter – stood on its tip toes to peer into the crystal on the stand beside the king’s throne. Her eyes went wide. “Your highness, it gets worse!” she exclaimed.
“Oh?” Fabian’s barely there eyebrows rose into the white blonde hair falling over his forehead. The heels of his boots made a clacking sound on the stones of the floor as he made his way through the throng of goblins who had gathered to witness the boy in the oubliette and approached the crystal on its stand beside the throne.
The female – or cross-dressing, he was not quite sure which it was – goblin nodded earnestly. “It gets worse, your majesty. He appears to have given up.”
He tried not to let the goblin’s words worry him. After all, goblins were notoriously stupid creatures. Fabian settled gracefully into his throne in his favorite position – both legs hanging over one arm, his head resting on the other – and reached for the crystal orb he had charmed to stay focused on the boy. Fabian’s eyes widened. Well. Apparently the goblins were not all quite as stupid as they seemed to be.
They were right. The boy was in the oubliette. It was dark in the hole – which made sense, considering it was a hole – but Fabian, with his supernatural eyesight, could see everything that was going on as if the oubliette were lit as brightly as – well, nothing in the kingdom of Llabreth was really lit brightly anymore – if the sun at high noon before the curse were shining into the little dark hole. The boy was naked and a few rags littered the ground around him, probably his clothes, but that was not what concerned the Goblin King most. The boy truly appeared to have given up. He sat on the stone floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, with his arms wrapped tightly around them. His forehead rested on his up drawn knees so that Fabian was unable to see his face. The Goblin King could only guess that the boy’s expression was one of anguish. That was how the other boys – the ones he had let the hands have – had looked. But he had not let them have this boy. They had taken him anyway. As he watched Avery – his Avery – rock himself back and forth on the cold, filthy stone floor Fabian was overcome with one of the few emotions he was capable of feeling since Quiana had put her curse on him: complete and all consuming anger.
“You,” he snapped, snatching up a particularly fearsome looking goblin by the front of the piece of clothing covering its top part. “See to it that they are punished. I will not have my subjects disobeying me.”
“The boy?” the goblin asked stupidly.
Fabian rolled his eyes. “No, you idiot! The hands!”
The goblin – a particularly dense one but one who favored war and carnage just the same – nodded enthusiastically and grinned at his king, showing off two rows of pointed teeth sharp as razors in both his lower and upper jaw. “Yes, your highness.” The creature rubbed its hands together gleefully. “Snork will punish. Snork will mash and gnash and smash and bash and crash until the handses are no more.” He stopped and rubbed his large stomach. “Snork has not had his luncheses. Snork will have master’s permission to eat the handses for his luncheses?”
“Eh?” Fabian asked. He had been contemplating how to encourage Avery to continue through his labyrinth instead of listening to the goblin. “Yes, of course,” he said. “Eat them, burn them, hack them from the wall, I don’t care, just dispose of them.” No one in the labyrinth would miss the hands. They were vile beings even without the curse in effect. He released the goblin to wreak havoc on his least favorite denizens and the Goblin King himself went off to choose suitable attire for his second meeting with the boy who he hoped would be strong enough – maybe with a little help – to end the curse on his kingdom.
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Okay, so it's been like ten chapters at least since I've done review replies. I though maybe I should or something.
cobraqueen - Yeah, originally the lion was going to have wings and fly through the nursery window but I had to take Avery down to the kitchen and let it come through the door because that would have had to be a really big window. I knew I was eventually going to make that mistake because I was trying to follow the dialogue in the movie exactly for that part.
Lilith - Thanks. I'm going to keep updating as often as I can but it might be less often that before now that the chapters are going to be longer but I'll update at least once a week.
ohhdarkstoned111 - Originally, that's where I was going to put it. But then I wasn't sure how much it would be like the move. Actually, after the part with the ball, the whole thing becomes an original story.
Androgyny - Thanks! The chapters are probably going to be longer from now on unless I have to split one up because it got too long. Which happens a lot. Jilly is, to some extent, based on a little girl I used to babysit.
Oneos Pitri - Thanks! Updates are coming at least once a week, probably more often.
Syri - Thanks. I've thought Labyrinth just begged to be slashed ever since the first time I watched it.
mayablackwolf - Yeah, I didn't like the ending of the movie either. That's one thing that inspired me to write my own.
peach like prince - Thanks. It's so great to know I've hooked someone. Which sounds creepy, if you really think about it. Next update should be coming in a day or two, a week at the most.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating:
Summary: Fabian gets Avery back on track after the trauma of the less than helping hands.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex between a male and a male adult not quite human thing, angst.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): Chapters 19 and 20 were originally the same chapter but it was so long I decided to divide it into two separate chapters.
~*~
Jilly showed no signs of boredom creeping upon her, in fact she was still giggling and bouncing herself up and down as well as grabbing for random goblins – or those Fabian kicked at her – and bashing them on the stone floor. Fabian, however, was quickly tiring of the game. Kicking his goblins around never ad entertained him for long. He much preferred watching the beautiful boys of the mortal world through his crystal orbs.
“Your highness!” a goblin with a voice as loud as a foghorn but a shrill as, say, a cat having its ears ripped off without an anesthetic shrieked suddenly from behind the king.
Fabian winced but the goblin’s piercing screech was a respite from the game he had not stopped long ago simply for lack of having anything else to do once he had stopped it. “Yes?” he asked.
“The boy!” the same goblin shrieked again.
“Yes, what of him?” Fabian aimed a last goblin in Jilly’s direction before turning to regard the goblin with something akin to curiosity about the boy but disgust at having to speak to one of those…things. He would much rather be kicking it.
“The boy!” the goblin insisted.
“Yes?” Fabian rolled his eyes. Sometimes the creatures could be so dense.
“The boy in your highness’s labyrinth,” the apparently witless goblin reiterated.
“Yes, yes! We’ve established that already! What of him?” This goblin would likely be Jilly’s next play thing if it – Fabian was never sure if they were male or female or what but they seemed to reproduce like bunnies – did not just tell him what was going on with the boy who was evidently still in the labyrinth.
“Uhh….” The goblin’s beady red eyes crossed as it tried to remember what it had so recently been in such a hurry to tell its king. “I forget?” it asked finally.
The Goblin King rolled his eyes. This was so typical of his subjects. “Oh, really?” he asked. He drew back his right foot – clad in his favorite goblin kicking pointy toed boots – and took aim.
“He’s in the oubliette!” the goblin shrieked, suddenly remembering.
“Or, really?” Fabian asked. The boy could not possibly be in the oubliette yet. He had not had time to come so far and even if he had, the king had specifically ordered the hands not to have their way with this one but to immediately send him back to the surface.
Another goblin – he thought this one was female, it wore a dress at least but in this place with these creatures, that hardly seemed to matter – stood on its tip toes to peer into the crystal on the stand beside the king’s throne. Her eyes went wide. “Your highness, it gets worse!” she exclaimed.
“Oh?” Fabian’s barely there eyebrows rose into the white blonde hair falling over his forehead. The heels of his boots made a clacking sound on the stones of the floor as he made his way through the throng of goblins who had gathered to witness the boy in the oubliette and approached the crystal on its stand beside the throne.
The female – or cross-dressing, he was not quite sure which it was – goblin nodded earnestly. “It gets worse, your majesty. He appears to have given up.”
He tried not to let the goblin’s words worry him. After all, goblins were notoriously stupid creatures. Fabian settled gracefully into his throne in his favorite position – both legs hanging over one arm, his head resting on the other – and reached for the crystal orb he had charmed to stay focused on the boy. Fabian’s eyes widened. Well. Apparently the goblins were not all quite as stupid as they seemed to be.
They were right. The boy was in the oubliette. It was dark in the hole – which made sense, considering it was a hole – but Fabian, with his supernatural eyesight, could see everything that was going on as if the oubliette were lit as brightly as – well, nothing in the kingdom of Llabreth was really lit brightly anymore – if the sun at high noon before the curse were shining into the little dark hole. The boy was naked and a few rags littered the ground around him, probably his clothes, but that was not what concerned the Goblin King most. The boy truly appeared to have given up. He sat on the stone floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, with his arms wrapped tightly around them. His forehead rested on his up drawn knees so that Fabian was unable to see his face. The Goblin King could only guess that the boy’s expression was one of anguish. That was how the other boys – the ones he had let the hands have – had looked. But he had not let them have this boy. They had taken him anyway. As he watched Avery – his Avery – rock himself back and forth on the cold, filthy stone floor Fabian was overcome with one of the few emotions he was capable of feeling since Quiana had put her curse on him: complete and all consuming anger.
“You,” he snapped, snatching up a particularly fearsome looking goblin by the front of the piece of clothing covering its top part. “See to it that they are punished. I will not have my subjects disobeying me.”
“The boy?” the goblin asked stupidly.
Fabian rolled his eyes. “No, you idiot! The hands!”
The goblin – a particularly dense one but one who favored war and carnage just the same – nodded enthusiastically and grinned at his king, showing off two rows of pointed teeth sharp as razors in both his lower and upper jaw. “Yes, your highness.” The creature rubbed its hands together gleefully. “Snork will punish. Snork will mash and gnash and smash and bash and crash until the handses are no more.” He stopped and rubbed his large stomach. “Snork has not had his luncheses. Snork will have master’s permission to eat the handses for his luncheses?”
“Eh?” Fabian asked. He had been contemplating how to encourage Avery to continue through his labyrinth instead of listening to the goblin. “Yes, of course,” he said. “Eat them, burn them, hack them from the wall, I don’t care, just dispose of them.” No one in the labyrinth would miss the hands. They were vile beings even without the curse in effect. He released the goblin to wreak havoc on his least favorite denizens and the Goblin King himself went off to choose suitable attire for his second meeting with the boy who he hoped would be strong enough – maybe with a little help – to end the curse on his kingdom.
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Okay, so it's been like ten chapters at least since I've done review replies. I though maybe I should or something.
cobraqueen - Yeah, originally the lion was going to have wings and fly through the nursery window but I had to take Avery down to the kitchen and let it come through the door because that would have had to be a really big window. I knew I was eventually going to make that mistake because I was trying to follow the dialogue in the movie exactly for that part.
Lilith - Thanks. I'm going to keep updating as often as I can but it might be less often that before now that the chapters are going to be longer but I'll update at least once a week.
ohhdarkstoned111 - Originally, that's where I was going to put it. But then I wasn't sure how much it would be like the move. Actually, after the part with the ball, the whole thing becomes an original story.
Androgyny - Thanks! The chapters are probably going to be longer from now on unless I have to split one up because it got too long. Which happens a lot. Jilly is, to some extent, based on a little girl I used to babysit.
Oneos Pitri - Thanks! Updates are coming at least once a week, probably more often.
Syri - Thanks. I've thought Labyrinth just begged to be slashed ever since the first time I watched it.
mayablackwolf - Yeah, I didn't like the ending of the movie either. That's one thing that inspired me to write my own.
peach like prince - Thanks. It's so great to know I've hooked someone. Which sounds creepy, if you really think about it. Next update should be coming in a day or two, a week at the most.