The Surface Prince | Namor x Male Reader

Stand Proud

A/N: Happy New Year! May this year be filled with good luck, good health and prosperity for you all and I wish that you succeed in every endeavour you undertake <3
That aside I hadn't updated because I had an exam series until the 13th of January, so I'm very very sorry I didn't have the time (or energy) to write.

C.W: Weapons, violence, blood and mild gore.
I want to quickly add that guns are a relatively new invention bought (stolen) from the East (China specifically) by the Invaders, so neither Namor nor the reader have ever seen or used a gun before (or seen a gun in use before).

Attuma heard it. In his heart, he heard the call of his king. And he knew now what he had to do; summoning his soldiers and sending them to the surface. Attuma was to stay down here in Talokan. K'uk'ulkan had told him to do so and he wouldn't dare disobey him. He knew that his king was planning to fight alone, despite having him call on Namora and the other soldiers, K'uk'ulkan would never let them fight in the open when he was present on the field. They were backup, assistance but he would always lead the main charge alone. All he had asked of Attuma was to get his battle spear ready. Near the surface, Namora heard his call too and she swam quickly with her own spear, leading the group but neither party advanced, instead waiting on their king's orders. But he didn't give them any. Namora, from her point of view saw Namor kneel down into the waters whilst surrounded by the advancing foreigners. She watched as he touched the waters slowly drawing out his spear. And that's when havoc ensued.

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The attackers charged at them and (Y/N) only had a fraction of a second to throw himself behind a rock. He had no weapon and they were surrounded, moreover he was injured and couldn't afford to fight like this. Namor had turned his back on the attackers and knelt down to the ocean, he couldn't see what the mysterious king was doing but he radiated an aura of calm. He wasn't scared. In fact he didn't seem to think the situation was much either. He looked almost bored, as if he'd done this hundreds of times before. A stray arrow hit the top of the rock with a dull thunk, narrowly missing (Y/N)'s forehead by an inch, instead taking a chunk of the rock along with it. Another arrow flew towards Namor but he caught it without so much as turning around to do so. (Y/N) was panicking now, there was only two of them, and he and Namor both were weaponless. Another arrow flew by but this time originating from the ocean, striking down a foreigner and killing him instantly. (Y/N) whipped his neck around, the arrow had flown from the ocean, he was sure of it, but no one was there. He tried to tell himself that he was delirious and not completely recovered from the pain from before but the irrefutable fact was that the invaders had been hit and killed by it, their numerous bodies littering the once pristine beach. And that's when it happened. Namor had with him a spear, and he was tearing through the crowd, mercilessly stabbing, punching and strangling the invaders one by one.
He was untouchable.

Another thought had made its place in (Y/N)'s mind. Some of the attackers carried with them strange weapons, if they were weapons that is. It was long and it looked pretty heavy having been made of what looked like metal. It seemed incapable to wield something like that; it looked to heavy to throw or swing, so what were they brought here for? (Y/N) couldn't help but notice that distinct ominous feeling that had settled in his stomach about those things. They looked harmless but the colonisers weren't stupid people. They'd cheated him out of his kingdom and they were very well capable of cheating themselves out of this fight. Those soldiers had stayed still until the moment their leader yelled something, after which they retreated, turning their backs and running into the forest cover. He couldn't see where they'd gone after that and he didn't understand their actions. Why enter the battlefield if they weren't going to fight?

It didn't matter now. The tide was turning in their favour as Namor continued his rampage and (Y/N) found himself staring in awe and horror at the immense damage he was doing to the enemy ranks. He was a beast, literally; the tiny wings on his legs allowed him to jump higher and faster than he had seen any man do. He also had a spear, something that was previously not with him. The sight of the battle inspired an aching desire to join it, but he couldn't. Charging into the bloody confusion and chaos would mean death. Sure there was a chance that he would survive, but in his state, that chance was very very Low. Let Namor do the fighting, thought (Y/N), at least until he could get himself a weapon, like a bow or something.