A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

What Am I To You?

[so sorry about the late update. Real life has been so stressful at the moment, I hope this will do for now. 🤍 ~ Emily]

"What do you mean you don't know?" You yell, chasing down the Prince.

After the whole closet fiasco, The Blade basically left you on the floor and stormed out on his own. Being the stubborn person you are though, you hunted him down in search of answers. But - surprisingly, even The Blade doesn't know himself.

"I mean I don't know, it's not that hard to comprehend." He gruffs out, speed walking down the hallway. It was a bit embarrassing you had to run to even catch up with him, but it's not fair he's so tall! One step for him is like five for you.

"And you call me the snooper, that wasn't even your office." Turns out it wasn't his office, it was The KINGS. You managed to stumble into (what was supposed to be locked), The King's private room.

"Quiet, commoner." The Blade snarls.

"You know - since you're The Prince, aren't you supposed to know when stuff like this happens?" You question him ironically.

He doesn't answer.

"Also-"

"Alright." He huffs, halting his movements and spinning around, causing you to accidentally bump into him. "If I'm being honest, you're an annoyance and pretty useless to me right now. So unless you have something actually of interest, I suggest you leave." He glares down at you. You tried to take him seriously, but he honestly just reminded you of a pissed off cat with its hairs sticking up.

"Okay grumpy pants, with that attitude," you give him a smirk. "Maybe I won't tell you what I found." He pauses, showing an interested glint in his eye.

"Mm." He ponders. "Go ahead." You both continue walking side by side down an unfamiliar hallway, The Blade actually slowed down his walking to be at pace with you.

"Well." You tell him about the financial papers you found when snooping, all the suspicious transactions and numerous banking notes. "Weirdest part is, it was a one-sided trade." You explain.

"What do you mean one sided?" He asks.

"I mean," you sigh. "There was a large sum of money going into Eedin, but none going out."

"How much?"

...

"Over one million gold."

"What!?" He stopped immediately, staring down at you in a shocked manner. "One million - impossible, show me the receipts." He throws out his arm aggressively, shoving it in your face.

You huff, pushing his arm away while walking forward.

"Maybe I would have the receipts if someone didn't interrupt me." You glare.

He rolls his eyes before catching up to you.

"Do you at least know where the gold came from?" He questions.

"Yeah." You nod. "The Varian Empire."

"Varian?... isn't that-"

"Where Alicia's from, yeah." You interject him, forgetting that he's a Prince. He doesn't seem to mind though, instead crossing his brows in a frazzled expression, almost as if the cogs in his head just started turning. "She isn't a part of this Blade, don't even think about it."

"Since when did you like her?" He scoffs.

"Since when did you care?" Just because you and Alicia had a 'moment,' doesn't mean you are on good terms with her. "She might be a bitch, but she's not the type of bitch that kills people."

"Alright fine..." it was clear by the way his tone hitched, he wasn't just going to let this slide. You didn't care though, you knew for a fact she couldn't be a killer - It would be completely illogical. Why would someone so desperate for the crown, kill what they're trying to achieve? "Did you find anything else?"

At that moment, the paper weight in your pocket suddenly became as heavy as a rock.

"Possibly."

The Blade rolled his eyes angrily, hiding his irises behind closed lids. If he had a snout and tusks, you knew there would be a flame of smoke puffing out of it.

"God commoner, I'm not interested in your games-"

"Alright! Calm your tits Blade - geez." You reach into your back pocket, pulling out an old stained letter. "I don't understand why you're getting so worked up over this, but here." You hold the note between two fingers, flicking it in front of The Prince's gaze. He tuts a disapproved click before feeding into his own curiosity.

The Blade unfolds the crinkled paper delicately, which came as an almost surprise. You thought he would just rip the paper apart uncaringly, but no. He twists and turns the paper with sharp precision, making sure never to give a chance for a sudden tear or scratch.

It was weird you thought.

A man known for his brutal tales of never ending slaughter and hardcore battles, now completely sided by someone with stone cold concentration and delicate hands. It was surreal to watch, it held an almost kind of beauty to it.

"How does someone as incompetent as you, find something like this?" He snarked.

Well there goes that thought.

"Gee, thanks Blade - you're so kind." You say, voice silked with very obvious sarcasm. "If you aren't gonna read it, give it back to me." You throw out your arm, knocking it into his elbow.

"No." He folds it back up and slides it into his vest pocket. "I'll hang onto it for now."

"The hell, Blade?!" You stand still and wait for him to slow down as well, he stops but only barely, leaving a large gap between the two of you. "I found it, so it's technically my clue. Besides, Your Father is obviously up to something and I wanna know what it is." You command your voice to sound strong, but to him, you sound like an upset puppy.

"Oh please commoner, we aren't a team." He huffs, letting one hand cup his hip. "Just because I 'apologised' to you, doesn't make us friends. I only did that to merely get Anne off my back." He sighs. "She can be very persistent sometimes." You glare at him with poisonous intent, you imagine him choking or even falling off a cliff. To see his face turn into a screaming sour mess would be laughable, to think you even had hope. "Thanks for the note though, much appreciated."

"Fuck you, Blade." You step towards him, heat leaching off of you in angry smoke. "Why are you trying to cover your fathers ass, when he clearly doesn't give two fucks about you anyway?" You didn't know if that was true, but what he said hurt you in an unknown way. You didn't see him as your partner or friend - or even anything close to that. But, the fact that he threw that possibility away like it was a small grain of sand, hit a part inside that you didn't even know about. "He didn't even care to tell you - The Prince. That a person was murdered inside your future castle." Your chest heaves in chaotic pulses, as air tries to enter and exit at a rapid pace.

It was dizzying.

The two of you (now closer than before) breathe in each other's silence. It gave you time to think about the words you said - or could have said. You didn't like how it felt, the slimey guilt drooling over your shoulders, leaking onto the floor in an ink puddle. Only ever getting bigger, as the silence stretches out into an almost infinity.

His eyes stare into yours, not with fury or disappointment. But, only with clouded secrecy, stilled with unknown feeling and emotion.

"Blade." You break the silence, tilting your head down in quiet embarrassment. "I know you would never care enough to see me even close to a friend, but I still acted out of hand." You look back up to find a translucent gaze. "I'm sorry." You worry for a moment, fearing that he'll say nothing and walk away, but now - you wished he had.

"That's just the thing." If it were possible, The Blade looked to be taller. His chest was puffed and shoulders stoic with strong leadership. It made you feel smaller, not in the physical sense, but as if you were nothing to him.

"I would never care for something like you... ever."

The last thing you saw was a blurred figure walking down an illusive hallway, accompanied by a pained heart.