I Love Your Hans I LOVE HIM SO MUCH - Tumblr Posts
Eris hadn't expected him to yield so quickly.
He wasn't sure what he had expected, but not this. Defiance, useless hissing and posturing, threats, or maybe weeping? But the way Hans simply gave in, agreed and gave himself over? That struck a chord in the High Lord, because he recognized it. With a sudden pang of pain--familiar pain, old, a memory that left its secret scars--he recognized that adaptability, the drive to do whatever it took to survive.
He knew--he had been there.
Eris immediately absorbed the heat that had begun gathering in Hans's chest, easing away any trace of the burn that might have been starting, and rested his palm against the now-bare skin instead, standing far too close to him.
Mine. My human. The realization was a sobering one, for even as the human now belonged to him, if Eris accepted him? He would belong to the human in return. He would be bound to protect him, should someone else threaten him--although, in a darkly twisted irony, Eris himself would be able to do whatever he pleased to the human.
His human.
His survivor.
"Remove the chains," he told a guard, without ever looking away from the human's eyes. "And very well. Tell me your name."
As long as you belong to me, I will defend you. Let the monsters come for you; I will fight for you. But I will never, never tell you that.
Stay ever at my side, and you will be safe. So long as you are mine.
"Yes" The man didn't even hesitate.
20 seconds was an awfully short time and everything that had happened to him had happened so quickly it felt surreal. He wished now he had listened to his brother and read more stories about the mythos out there, he had been a nonbeliever in anything and everything magical until he met Elsa and was somehow struck by lightning twice in life running into magic twice it had to mean something, right?
But he was aware no god or deity would come to his aid, at least he was consistent that way. He knew was on his own, always has been, and unknowingly he echoed the lord's thoughts.
What was he to do? In the face of bounds and magic?
Choosing to live now, he swallowed hard hoping he would at least have that decision in his hands later if he came to regret his decisions but Hans knew, he just knew the world wasn't the fastest or the strongest, it was of those who could adapt themselves better to the circumstances, and that was Hans' strongest suit, he had survived Ulrich, his father, he had survived Arendelle. He would survive this somehow.
"I give myself to you, uh... my lord" he tries with the first title that comes to his head.
His palms were sweaty, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute and he was sure his eyes were wide like saucers.
He was terrified. Yet Hans' will was that of the strongest steel. He would do what it takes to survive. Even if at this moment, it was painful or demeaning.