Pictograms and Pig Latin - Angry Birds (Leonard x Red)

Pictograms and Pig Latin

Note: The avians are a humanoid (harpy-like) species in this story, and the pigs are a race of dark-skinned humans.

From the moment Leonard set foot on the mythical floating island, known only as 'Bird Island', the little red-feathered avian had made a point of interrupting his plans. It had been a clash of wits, one that the king had intended to win from the beginning.

He honestly couldn't say how they went from arguing over the arrival of Leonard's second airship, to embracing passionately on Red's straw-filled bed, but neither one had complained about it. The king had woken first, and had decided to spend the quiet morning hours taking in his unusual surroundings, and the form of his new lover.

The bed was clearly made for a single person of petite stature, which was why Leonard had ended up dragging the covers onto the ground to continue their lovemaking. And now the golden sun was glinting off the dozing avian's freckled skin and crimson feathers. The little man was turned away from him, cuddling the covers close with his winged arms. A hint of black at the top of Red's spine caught his attention. With a careful touch, Leonard slid the covers further down his lover's back, and traced the letters that were now glaringly visible in the sunlight.

Eonardlay Udbeardmay

Pig Latin. Why would Leonard's name be spelling in Pig Latin down Red's spine? Unless it was a soulmark. Did avians even have soulmates? Then that must mean...

The feather-haired man began to stir, his back arching lazily. "What are you doing?" Red asked, his words slurred in a sleepy tone.

"Why do you have a name," my name, "tattooed on your back?" Leonard asked, his breath ghosting over the other man's fair skin.

The avian glanced over his feathered shoulder, raising a brow at his lover. "It's not a name. It's just squiggles." With a yawn, he sat up, allowing the covers to pool in his lap.

Leonard watched as the other man's golden eyes caught sight of his soulmark, which rested over the king's heart. When it had first appeared, it had caused quite a stir in his kingdom. No human writing had matched the strange symbol – the pictogram which had been etched in crimson on his dark skin.

Red bit his lip, slowly turning around so that he could stretch out a single feathered wing – tentatively pressing it against the larger man's bare chest. "You have an avian soulmate. I didn't realize that."

"Red, you have my..." The king froze as his lover rushed to his feet, scrambling to pull on his wheat-colored tunic. It was a truly horrid color for such a vibrantly-feathered avian. Once they were wed, he'd make sure his soulmate was dressed in only the finest clothing.

"Get dressed!" Red ordered, pacing near the bedroom doorway, his talons clicking against the floor.

"Where are we going?" Leonard asked, pulling on his pants first. His white tunic, made from the finest silk, was quick to follow. All the while, his eyes tracked his lover's petite form as he paced. The avian seemed to be deliberately avoiding his gaze.

"We're..." Red swallowed roughly, and fled down the stairway when Leonard approached. "We're going to see the judge."

***

The judge was a tiny man with grey and white feathers, and the largest eyes Leonard had ever seen. To make up for his short stature, he could normally be found on the shoulders of a hefty avian, who in turn was hidden beneath a feathered cloak.

"Set me down," Judge Peckinpaw ordered. The massive avian grasped him under the wingpits, hefted him over his head, and set him down gently on the floor. "Now, leave us!"