Soaring Higher (Jareth X reader)

Nature is Weird

*So happy this story is getting so much love. Thanks for the motivation to continue it. Sorry this is shit*

At some point I must've fallen asleep. The first sound to greet my ears was the peaceful chirping of birds and the sound of boots on rough gravel.
I just keep my eyes closed and listen.

A hand is placed on my shoulder and my eyes snap open.

I'm met with an image of The Goblin King, looking like he totally didn't spend the night sleeping in a cave.
As I'm sure I looked a mess.
I blinked a few times as he spoke in a smooth voice, "Wake up butterfly, it's late. And we still have miles to go before we reach our destination."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes groggily, "Okay"
I yawned. "How much longer till we get there?" I asked sleepily.

Jareth held up his crystal and began to look into the clear orb, "A couple days at least."

I sighed and stood up, my joints aching. Sleeping on the ground was truly awful.

I walked sluggishly over to the wagon and grabbed one of my bags that contained my clothes. "Hey, can you do me a favor?"

He looked at me and rose an eyebrow,  "I suppose..."

"Since we're going to be back on the move again soon we should probably hook Max back up to the wagon. While you do that I'll be changing."

"Max?"

"The horse."

He laughed, "You named it?"

I sighed, "Of course I did- how would you like it if people called you something like you were a thing?"

"They have. Plenty of times. I just don't let it get to me." He said with sass.

"It's because you've become so used to being fae, or The Goblin King, or ruler, or villan. The reason it matters is because it's a personal thing. For example, how would you feel if I called you The Goblin King and nothing else?"

"I suppose it would make me feel like more of an object, more of a villan."

"Exactly. Well, I have to go change." I said as I turned my back to him.
I wondered deep into the cave and began to search through the bag. There were clothes of all types.

I chose an outfit that I thought I could move in. Also, in the bag, a sheathed knife came with it. I unsheathed it with a sharp slicing sound. The blade gleamed in the light that was leaking into the cave. Just holding it, I felt dangerous.
I put it back in it's place and slung the strap around my body.