𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥; 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐱 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚)

𝐢. 𝐚𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
asgardian gods

𝐓𝐇𝐄 excitement resonated in the air, chaotic voices filling the courtyard of the ancient college standing proud and tall with its gray blocks.
I felt the magic vibrate all around me: the electricity that it created raised the hair on my arms, feeling almost palpable— as if, reaching out, I could touch it with the tip of a finger.
Fairies and Specialists of different ages, shapes and sizes filled the tree-lined avenue, some excited for their new year and some too busy scrolling through their Instagram feeds, snapping pictures here and there without a care in the world.

I smiled, an arm laying lazily on my best friend's shoulder as we walked through the busy courtyard, completely ignoring the obnoxious boy following right behind us.
Sam was listing the reasons as to why, according to him, Captain America was the strongest Avenger, but we both disagreed. Terra believed that Black Widow could take him due to the hero's good heart: he probably wouldn't find it a fair fight considering his enchanted strength, even if they were both great at hand to hand combat. Plus, the Widow's agility and flexibility were a pro against Cap's muscles. While I, on the other hand, believed that Thor could overpower Captain America with his eyes closed and his hands tied. He was a God, after all.
"You know that nothing you'll ever say will change my mind, Sam" I shook my head, "Thor could take him down without even batting his eyelashes, and then he could take me. However he'd like." I finished, staring dreamily into the distance as a whole movie I had just made up played inside my head.
The siblings shook their heads, Terra giggling as she could not find herself to disagree with me, while Sam looked mildly offended.
"Are you saying you'd only get with him because he's hot?" He asked. "Because, as a man myself I would like to clarify that we are not objects for your sexual fantasies—" I snorted, interrupting him mid-sentence much to Terra's joy, her expression morphing into one of disgust at her brother's words.
I pushed Sam with my hip, grinning at the amount of absurdity that was coming out of his mouth. "Shut up."
"Yes, please shut up", the shorter fairy interjected, "I don't wanna hear any word that is even remotely close to 'sex' coming from my brother's mouth. Ew." Sam shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as he adjusted the backpack on his shoulder.

We finally reached the iron gates, their black and golden colors shining especially bright at this time of the day. The golden crown at the top of the college's logo stood out just enough to remind everyone who was really ruling the place.
I quickly scanned the area, noticing a few familiar faces that I had met whenever Terra and Sam had let me tag along to their trips to the school's greenhouse.
I was so busy ogling a dark skinned Specialist that I didn't notice the man that had just joined us until I heard Terra's happy giggles. Raising a hand to shield my eyes from the bright sun, I lightly punched the bald man in the shoulder as a salute. "Hey, Mr. Harvey! Or should I call you Professor now that we're on school grounds?" I grinned at him, and he gave a shy smile back. "I mean, I wouldn't want people to think you're giving us special treatments or something."
He chuckled, but he was pretty serious when he stated: "Then don't get yourselves in trouble and we'll see." He gave his children a look, then proceeded to give me a subtle wink.
"So, are you girls excited for your first year at Alfea?"
Excited? Yeah. Nervous? Definitely.
It's not that I was nervous about school, no. Sure, I had never exceeded at it, but it's not like I sucked, either. Plus, I could manage and control my powers pretty damn well, so there's that.
I was afraid about not being good enough. Of never being good enough.
I knew there were high expectations of me, considering that my mom had been one of the most skilled fairies back then: she had killed so many burned ones whilst still being a student at Alfea that her name was almost legend within the whole seven realms, and more often than not I felt the pressure of it...  of not being good enough to live up to her name.
Unfortunately for me, Sam had been pretty observant that morning and had quickly caught up onto my nervousness.
I would lie if I said that finally letting out all of that I had been bottling inside in the past weeks hadn't been liberating, but I have never been good at expressing my feelings and I somehow felt too exposed now, even if Sam's one of my best friends.
Nevertheless, I can't say I didn't just enjoy the flash of fear in his eyes when he subtly glanced at me, knowing damn well to keep his mouth shut. And not only because he's too afraid that I'd kick his ass (because I would), but mostly because he knows that I could spill a thousand embarrassing stories about him if I wanted to.