1. Chapter 1 (1/2)
a/n: this fic was written for profmyrtle, the 3rd place winner of the odin sphere fanfiction giveaway i held on tumblr. the 3rd place winner receives two fics of 750-1000 words each and one of the fics profmyrtle asked for was a griselda/onyx fic. so here it is! enjoy, everyone!
his dreams had been filled with images of nothing but wings and silver hair. when odin had told him that his wish of marriage was to be fulfilled, the inferno king's heart had been filled to bursting point with flames of utter euphoria. finally, the daughter of the bluebirds that he treasured, that he craved, would be his and his alone for all eternity.
bluebirds were called bluebirds because they were blue, not fuchsia.
the flames were snuffed out as quickly as they had been lit, leaving nothing but a smoldering pit of disdain. why the older sister? why griselda? why not gwendolyn? was there some kind of tactic behind this insult? onyx put an armored hand to his forehead and growled in irritation while the vulcans in the room chattered nervously amongst themselves.
day by day, the pits holding the heat of the earth's fury seemed to shine
ighter. eruptions were much more frequent and even the hardy goblins who sometimes hid in this place seemed to have trouble surviving. it was on a morning when the inferno king's rage was at its peak that his wife was finally
ought to him, freshly and permanently injured from a fight against the fairies.
he watched the older sister elegantly hobble towards the shrine where he stood, proud and with dignity. she did not bear the enchanted armor the valkyries were famed for wearing; no, instead, a vi
ant violet gown weaved from the finest silk in titania adorned her slender, slightly muscular frame. her tresses had been carefully woven into a single
aid that fell down her back and feather hairpins had been tucked behind her ears. still a bird, but no longer a warrior, he mused.
yet he noticed that, despite the struggle she made to drag herself up the steps, her gaze failed to
eak accordingly. her head was held high as she came to stand before him and she completely ignored the need to dust off her skirts. in a way, it almost was an act of defiance.
his hand slowly came to take hold of her chin as he examined her like a fine piece of obsidian. she did not flinch nor writhe when he tilted her head this way and that, trying to get a good look at every little piece of her.
"king odin raised a fine warrior," he said in a low voice. "a shame that she can no longer do the job she was
ed to do."