Blitzstone Oneshots

Ethereal

AN: very minor mention of internalized homophobia but it's just a passing reference.

Watching Hearth practice magic was like watching a ballet performance just for him. Little wisps of magic shot from his thin, wiry hands and spiralled into the starry night sky. To Blitzen, it was like the aroura borealis, a blessing of nature just for the two of them to witness.
He shudders as rainwater trickles down his back, however Blitz feels no need to escape it. The moment is ethereal - even Blitz, a child born from the creator of love had never loved anything this much. Perhaps this night was a gift from his mother, woven from love, beauty and serendipity.
Regardless, Blitz found himself unable to tear his eyes from the man before him. His beauty was unlike the softness of the nature around them. He was like the moon, painted in silvery tones and sharp angles. His button-up clung to his chest, saturated with rain to the point where it left nothing to the imagination. His white trousers clung to his figure like a second skin, and the large silver hoops in his ears sparkled in the twilight. Hearth was the definition of the word beautiful.
Blitz did not believe in gods- at least not the concept of an all-knowing being. He knew very well of the Vanir and Aesir, however in this moment, he found himself praying to every holy deity that this life could continue forever.
Magic continued to ripple from Hearth as he used the runes, crafting spells and weaving the magic found within the fibers of mother nature. Blitzen may be the demigod, however Hearth was more than that. He was magic itself, understanding its language better than Blitz could ever have.
Eventually, when the magic faded from Hearth's hands and the sky returned to its normal dark tones, Blitz got up to see his friend.
He knew he should have been smarter. He should have left before the sun fell, before Hearth truly unleashed his magic. The night could only go one way at this point  - the pair would lay together on the grass and sign to each other well into the morning. Each moment of it would make Blitz's poor heart yearn more.
It was ironic - how a child of the love goddess could not find a lover. However much Blitzen knew it would hurt him to be so close and so far from Hearth, his foolish heart rarely listened to logic, too enamoured with soft words and small smiles.
I love you, he whispered, knowing the elf would never hear it. I love you like the moon loves the stars, like Icarus loved the sun. I love you no matter how much it hurts. Blitz spoke no more than the truth, and his confession echoed through the hilltops, the man by his side unaware of the devotion belonging to him.
Blitzen wishes to stare into Hearth's eyes and sign those words to him, to tell him how much he cares. He wants to promise to stay by his side no matter what, to devote himself to love. It was in his nature, after all.
Yet he can't, knowing his heart cannot take the sting of the inevitable rejection. His mind cannot fathom a world without his moon, and so he will remain silent.
"Blitzen?" Hearth signes, "Penny for your thoughts?"
Knowing he could not speak his mind, Blitz instead opts for a smile and a partial truth. "Just enjoying the beauty of the night. And you, my dear elf?"
"The magic opened my eyes to many things, Blitzen. I used more than I ever have before." Hearth continued, "During the casting, I had clarity like never before. Now I must make a choice that I cannot take lightly, and I do not know what to do. Should I speak the truth, knowing I could lose someone because of it?"
"Yes, Hearth." Blitz signed, "Those of us who truly care will stand by your side regardless. Tell Inge you love her. You deserve love even if it is shunned by your family." As much as it pained him to say it, Hearth and Inge belonged together. Hearth was hardworking and passionate, deserving of only the most kind and loving partners. Like Inge.
"Not her." Hearth singed, "She is beautiful, but she is not mine to love."
"Then who?" Blitz asked, daring not to hope.
"This love is dangerous." Hearth signed. "Forbidden by my father, and it puts a close friendship at risk. Yet I cannot stop loving them. It is involuntary, like the magic within us."
"A love this precious is something that cannot be replaced. Chase after this girl, do not let Alderman keep you from happiness again. " With a bit of thought, Blitz added, "And a true friend will be flattered by your affections, H."
"I do not love girls, Blitz. At least not like you or Magnus do. I love girls like I love my friends. But I do not wish to kiss them like I wish to with men. It is yet another flaw of mine."
"Hearth?" He signed to the elf, "I am the same. It is just a facet of who we are - like eye color or the tone of our skin. You mustn't feel ashamed when it comes to love. It is too beautiful to be hidden away."
Hearth turned to face him, his blue-gray eyes staring into Blitzen's brown. Blitz saw Hearth's eyes dart to his lips, saw how he moved closer. Praying to every god that he was not misreading the situation, Blitz leaned closer.
Kissing Hearth was like coming home after a long day. It was like a fresh breeze in the summer, or the warmth of a fire on a cold day. Kissing Hearth felt so right.
"I love you." Hearth signed when the kiss broke.
Blitz responded by kissing him again.