On Dream Plots

[brosif]

Mundane.

In a matter of days, you have turned me from displaced warrior to would-be kingslayer to horse. But all these offenses pale in comparison to your next idea.

I am meant to bear arms, not children. Even in a dream.

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[sorcerous]

That is your nightmare?

[starspangledheart]

Why can't you do both?

[lunging]

[SORRY HE CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

PUNCHING HIM MIGHT NOT EVEN WORK

FUNNY JOKE SISF]

[brosif]

No. My nightmare would not be such a challenge to escape, anymore.

[brosif]

They do not forge maternity armor, to the extent that I am aware.

[brosif]

[He's getting punched anyway, absolutely.]

This is not a jest, you idiot.

[lunging]

[Yeah, yeah, it's love pats by now.

Not that Fandral wants to deal with having children, either, because that is a horrifying thing. He's careful about these things.]

A-ha ow you...you dream of bearing children? [HAHAHAHAH] My ear...! Why...why didn't you tell me before?

[starspangledheart]

No, but... you could take it off for a few months. [Shrugs.]

[brosif]

I would sooner dream of dying in a sea of dragon dung.

[You are two seconds away from a kick to the baby maker, just you WAIT.]

She thought that fear alone would not be enough to trap me. The children are meant to add a level of responsibility.

[brosif]

I would be a poor mother. My allegiances are to a realm, not a person.

[lunging]

[HE WORE HIS BRASS JOCKSTRAP TODAY, HAVE FUN STUBBING YOUR TOE]

...oh. You're being serious.

[...]

You're...afraid to have a child? Is that what you're getting at?

[starspangledheart]

Again.... It could be to both. Soldiers can still have families. 'Gives them something to come home to when the fighting's done.

[sorcerous]

Tell me.

[trickstering]

There are worse fates.

[brosif]

You excel at specificity.

[brosif]

It’s better to go into battle without those reasons.

[sorcerous]

Tell me you nightmares, then.

[brosif]

[Why do you even OWN--]

I don’t need to fear something that will never come to pass. It is a world where I became a wife, not a warrior. A farmer’s wife, at that.

[brosif]

Tell me yours.

[lunging]

[HE WORKS WITH SIF! It's kind of part of the territory.]

But there is no farmer worthy enough. It is nonsensical. It will never pass, so you ought not think about it.

[Yeah, that's how Fandral works. This thought, I dislike it! Moving along now.]

[brosif]

There are fates am I far better suited to.

[starspangledheart]

I wouldn't know, personally. I never.... got the chance. [He catches up to his words and quickly adds,] Not to get pregnant, of course! I mean.. to have a family.

[sorcerous]

Mine are real.

[trickstering]

Of course, but that is almost never taken account into such decisions when they are made for us.

[brosif]

As are mine.

I fear being trapped. Immobile, not in control of my actions. I fear Asgard falling as I stand by and fail to burn up with it.