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That's the Golden Gladius! -- BajanWoofLan: Part 3

               

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I know you didn't mention a relationship between the three gods, but I couldn't help myself, sorry XD

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"I'm going to kill him." Lachlan, god of the skies, said matter-of-factly. He was staring down from his cloud strewn throne at a zoomed in image on the floor. The image seemed to be made out of liquid glass, and it showed a foggy view of two men sleeping in a red and gold satin bed, one being the gladiator Vikram, and the other being the Emperor of TBNRRome.

Mitchell, the god of the underworld, rolled his eyes, his head resting on his upturned palm as he relaxed on his dark bejeweled throne.

"Oh relax." He said to Lachlan, who glared back. "What? I think as boyfriends go, you don't get much better then the emperor of Rome."

A flowery laugh was heard from behind him and Rob, lord of the sea, walked into the room through a bank of wispy clouds.

"Ahh Mitch, always the practical one." He said, smiling and continued cheekily. "Although, I'd say there are two boyfriends that can surpass the emperor, namely one god of the underworld and one god of the heavens." Mitch smiled and reached out, pulling Rob down for a chaste kiss, which the sea god happily accepted before moving to sit in his own throne, one covered in barnacles, shells, fish-nets, and for some reason, random strands of flowers.

Now that the three gods were sitting, their outfits were discernable. All wore togas, however Lachlan's only covered him from waist down, leaving him shirtless. He also had a golden laurel wreath adorning his head and a belt of what looked like a thunder storm, twisting and crackling with bolts of lightning. Rob had a white toga and a simple flower crown on his head, no doubt a gift from one of his admiring nymphs, as well as a sash of silvery blue material. Mitch was characterised by a dark silver crown covered in gems and crystals, to match his black toga and dark eyes. 

Lachlan looked up to smile at his boyfriend, but his face quickly reverted to a frown.

"Our Vik deserves so much better then that. He should be with- with-" The sky god trailed off, unable to think of anyone more suitable to date his adopted champion.

"With who?" Rob responded, with a hint of sarcasm. He laid his hand lightly over Lachlan's, staring at him with ocean-like eyes.

"I don't think there's anyone you would be ok with to have our Vik's hand." He spoke gently, as always, and Lachlan could feel his eyebrows reverting from their furrowed state. "Plus, I think they're quite cute together."

Mitch rolled his eyes again.

"Someone recall how I got stuck with you two dorks again?" he spoke endearingly. "Just let the kid do what he wants. "Reminds me of the time we spent training him. Didn't matter how many times I told him he was doing a motion wrong, he'd do it his own way until it worked, and then all of a sudden his move would become better then the one I was trying to teach him. Not that I'd tell him that of course--"

Rob and Lachlan laughed at the memories.

"See?" Rob said to Lachlan quietly. "just let Vik choose his path. Mitch is right, Vik and Preston are happy together."

Mitch continued.

"--But if that emperor guy does anything even close to hurting our Vik I shall personally murder him and then allow him back through the gates of Thanatos so I can murder him again and then I will see that he burns in the pits of Tartarus for the rest of eternity."

Rob blinked.

"Oh." He said.

"It's alright Robert." Lachlan spoke in defeat. "You are right of course, as always. Vikram can forge his own path, and we must only help him on his way."

Rob smiled and leaned towards Lachlan, planting a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth and plucking a flower from his throne to slide behind the sky god's ear. Lachlan blushed at the accessory, and made the mistake of looking up at Mitchell, who smirked at him seductively. It was no secret that Mitch... took great pleasure in Rob's affinity for flowers, even less of a secret that he loved seeing short-tempered, arrogant Lachlan blushing as red as the rose behind his ear.

Rob saw the look pass between his lovers and smiled, looking down at the image of Vik and Preston once more.

"Oh, look. Preston's waking up!" He said brightly and clapped his hands together  once. Lachlan and Mitchell reluctantly broke their gazes and looked down at the screen. Preston was, in fact, on the verge of wakefulness. He removed the blanket from over himself and stood, facing the smaller form that was Vik.

He leaned over, and Lachlan bristled, the electricity emerging from his tension enough to set Rob's hair on end.

Preston kissed Vik's cheek and pushed off the bed back into a standing position before walking off the frame of the picture.

"I will SMITE HIM!" Lachlan yelled, standing up from his throne, crackling with static and storm clouds.

"Why are you smiting him?" Mitch asked, although his face betrayed that a similar thought had been going through his head.

"He just kissed Vik!" Lachlan yelled, pointing at the screen and looking between his boyfriends like a child tattling on his friend.

"Yes Darling, that is generally what people do when they're in a relationship." Rob responded slowly, smiling sarcastically, and Mitch burst out laughing.

"b- but" Lachlan stuttered, trying to think of validation for his words. "But Vik was sleeping! He didn't ask consent!"

"Oh for Rome's sake, Lachlan, now you're just making stuff up." Mitch said between laughs. "I'm sure Vik doesn't mind, and if he did, I think we all know firsthand what Vik can do when people try to do anything against his wishes."

He looked pointedly at Rob, who mumbled "I just wanted to give him a hug." Under his breath.

Lachlan sat down in a huff, but suddenly the screen on the floor rippled. Instead of showing Vik sleeping peacefully, it showed Preston, bowed at his Palace's shrine to the gods.

"Hello." His voice cut through the room, sounding staticky and far away. Rob shushed his two lovers and leaned foreword to listen to Preston's prayer. The emperor's eyes were closed and his head was tilted upwards.

"To Vikram's three patron gods, Lachlan, god of the skies, Robert, god of the seas, and Mitchell, god of the underworld, I could not sleep for fear of your wrath, but if you are listening, I just wanted to say that with all my heart I adore Vik and always will. From the first moment I saw him I knew he was the one I had searched for my entire life. He is kind, intelligent, clever and amazing, and I swear on the River Styx I shall never break his heart." Preston put his head down and kneeled silently for a time before rising and leaving the frame, which immediately reverted to Vik, still comfortably sleeping.

"Well there you go." Rob said, breaking the silence. "that sounded pretty sincere to me."

"I mean he swore on the River Styx." Mitch added. "you don't do that lightly." 

Lachlan sighed.

"I suppose. I won't smite him... yet." He sighed, slouching down and smiling slightly.

"Well that's good." Robert responded, his voice maintaining its sweet tone. "but if he ever sets a foot out of line and decides to break our Vikky's heart, then I shall personally tear his limbs off and let them wash out to sea, and then tangle him in a fishing net and let him DRIFT to the bottom of the ocean with no way to resurface until he DROWNS in the sand and seaweed where he belongs and he shall RUE THE DAY HE WAS BORN"

Mitch and Lachlan could only laugh.