Blitzstone One shots

MORE ANGSTSTSTTSTSTST

This is a one off like the other angst chapter so the book will continue as normal after this.

t/w abuse, swearing

Hearth entered the pub warily, he hated places like this, so rowdy and bright. But he had to get Blitzen, who had went in there with his friends and then stayed there when they left. Now it was up to Hearth to drag out his possibly drunk boyfriend. 

He scanned the crowd and spotted Blitzen on one of the tables asking for more drinks, Hearth strode over to him and tapped his shoulder softly. He turned to him and was talking so slurred he could barely read his lips. 'What are you doing here? I don't wanna go home.'

We have to go Blitzen. He tried to move the stubborn dwarf, but he wouldn't budge.

'Gerroffmeyoustupidelf' Hearth dismissed the hurt that the comment caused. He wasn't thinking straight. Hearth tried to move him again when he felt a hard object collide with the side of his face, leaving a bright green mark  which stung like hel, in the shape of a hand. Blitzen's hand.

He looked at the dwarf eyes wide with shock, he flung his hands up to his cheek protectively. -No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, that wasn't Blitzen..- Except it was. And there was nothing he could do about it.

His poker face dropped Hearth ran out the pub, his cheeks drowning in salt water, dribbling down his new wound. He whipped out his rune bag and teleported himself to the first place he could think of.

Silently cursing himself he looked around Blitzen's apartment. He wanted to teleport somewhere else but he no longer had the strength to. He beat the kitchen island with his fist, he picked up pots and plates and threw them onto the ground with rage.

Suddenly he felt very scared, he had just smashed plates that weren't his to smash, he knew what happened next. His vision swam.

***

He was 12, sitting in the kitchen, his heart bursting in his ribcage. He scooped and scooped but the pieces of the plate never seemed to vanish, he watched as green splattered onto the floor and he hastily tried to clean it up, instead smearing more blood onto the tiles.

He felt footsteps in the hallway and his body quaked in shakes that rattled him from his head to his toes. He gasped as he felt a sharp blow to the lungs, all the oxygen sucked out, leaving him winded.

He looked up and saw his father looking at him, he caught the words, stupid, worthless, idiotic and failure before looking away.

He prepared himself for the pain to come but it was never enough, he felt repeated blows on his back and felt cold liquid spill, he cried out as his father hit him again, and again, and again.

***

He woke up to see the sun shining through the window and realized he must have slept the whole night here. He looked around franticly petrified beyond his wits, he tried to pick up his rune bag but failed so many times he gave up, his whole body was racked with torturous thoughts of last night.

He whipped his head round and saw Blitzen rush in, spots swam before his eyes as Blitzen ran to him. He shrank back terrified of what he would do to him. He felt traitorous tears gush down his cheeks and he backed himself into a corner of the living room, he felt like vomiting, fainting and knocking on death's door all at once. He felt like his heart would give out from pressure.

(Change of POV)

Blitzen cried out at the site that met him, he couldn't believe that he had hit Hearth. HE. Had HIT Hearth. He felt harrowed. He wanted to plead with the gods to give him a chance, somehow, anyway. But he knew it was over. Hearth could never forgive him, not with his past. The best that they would ever get to was friends.

He would never get back what he had lost.

Never.

Never.

Never.

He looked at Hearth, he kept glancing out of his small ball occasionally , then looking down at Blitzen's  hands and flinching so violently he almost banged his head on the ground.

He looked at the bright green bruise on his cheek and his heart felt like it stopped. Except it did. He felt like everything went into slow motion, his legs giving out beneath him, his head hitting the ground, and his eyes closing. One last time.