A/N: In the spirit of Half Christmas (Which was like 2 months ago) I present to you a Sona and Morde fic. Not a lot of love for these two imho. LOOSELY follows the lore.
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Invitation.
Mordekaiser let loose an irritated growl as the first drops of snow began to fall from the sky. Snowdown was a time the people of Valoran enjoyed. It was a time when fighting and conflict would stop as the spirit of joy spread throughout the hearts of many. Mordekaiser was one of the few who didn't particularly enjoy the holidays. The denizens of the Shadow Isles found the idea of Snowdown to be quiet foreign when they first set foot on the land of the living. The ironclad emperor got up from the bench and began a long trudge back to his room.
"What to do, what to do.." He muttered to himself.
Once he was in his dorm, the Master of Metal shrugged off his armor revealing his very human, and very mortal body. Amber eyes looked at their own reflection as the Master of Metal inspected his body. His skin was pale, like ivory, due to the lack of sunlight. He ran a hand through his messy black hair as he stepped into the shower. Contrary to popular belief, Mordekaiser was not a rotting corpse or demonic entity under the armor. He was as much a human as Teemo was a yordle. Mordekaiser hailed from a long line of powerful warriors that resided in the Shadow Isles. He was the 10th and youngest person to take command of the Shadow Isle's ground forces. Only the highest of authority in the Shadow Isles knew of this and it was a secret kept to maintain the image of Shadow Isle's fearsome and immortal general.
The sound of forceful knocking could be heard outside of his door. Knowing already who it is, Morde did not bother putting his armor back on, instead, opting to wrap a towel around his waist. He reached for the door and opened it, revealing Hecarim, the Shadow of War and one of the metal warlord's closest friends.
"On with it, horse." Mordekasier commanded, sounding annoyed .
"Mordekaiser," Hecarim said, amused at the expense of his friend's irritation "The others and I have been wondering if-"
"No." He retorted, cutting the centaur off.
"Come now, Morde. Why not?" Hecarim asked.
"I have my reasons."
"What would your father about this?" The centaur replied.
"I don't know." Mordekaiser retorted "Go ask Karthus, he'll tell you."
Hecarim sighed in defeat before placing a spectral hand on his comrade's shoulder. "I am worried for you, old friend. Even the Master of Metal needs a break."
Mordekaiser relaxed at the gesture "I do not need to be taken care of, Hecarim."
Hecarim nodded as he took his leave "If you need me or any of the others, we will be in Ionia for the week."
After the centaur left, Morde was given a few minutes of silence before the light pitter-patter of knocking could be heard. At this sound, he equipped his armor for obvious reasons.
"Ah, Miss Buevelle. What brings you into my domain?"
Sona Buevelle, member of Pentakill, Demacian champion, and one of the few not undead friends Mordekaiser had stood in front of his door.
'Lord Mordekaiser.' She greeted politely 'May I come in? I wish to talk to you about a few things.'
The Master of Metal nodded "Of course."
Sona and Mordekaiser were an odd pair of friends. One was a kind and beautiful blue haired mute who communicated through telepathy. The other, was a powerful warlord who had the commanded an endless horde of undead. Their love for good music had brought closer together.
Once inside, Mordekaiser took note that an aura of nervousness surrounded the Maven as she took a seat on the dull gray sofa.
"Lady Sona," Mordekaiser said, taking a seat across from her "What is it you wish to speak about?"
'Well...Lord Mordekasier you do know today marks the beginning of Snowdown, correct?' She asked.
"I am no fool, Maven. Of course I know that. Why do you ask?"
Sona paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. 'Do you have any plans for this week?' The mute asked shyly.
An awkward silence fell upon them before Mordekaiser finally answered.
"No."
The Maven of Strings features contorted to one of surprise. She always assumed that Mordekaiser would spend the week among his undead compatriots. The blue-haired woman quickly recovered and finally got to the main purpose of his visit.
'I was wondering...Would you like to spend the week in Demacia?' She asked hesitantly.
"Demacia?" The Steel Emperor asked, completely missing her offer "Why on runeterra would I want to spend my time in a place where the entire color palette matches Garen Crownguards's armor?"
'Let me rephrase.' She said quickly, though she had to admit, Demacia did have a lot of blue and gold.
'Spend the week in Demacia with me.'
The Master of Metal displayed a look of curiosity.
"Why?" He asked after taking a moment to stare at her.
'Well we are friends right?' She asked offering the warlord a small smile.
"Yes."
'Well, friends spend time with each other, especially during times such as Snowdown.'
"I see." Mordekaiser gave her a nod of understanding before continuing to speak, "Don't you have many other friends to spend the holidays with?"
The mute shook her head 'Most them won't return till the weekend. Jarvan and Shyvana are spending their time together. The Crownguards are going to have Quinn and a few unspecified guests over at their manor. Many of the others also have plans of their own.'
"I see." The metallic warlord muttered as he weighed his options. Declination of her offer would not only give him a week of loneliness but the Maven would spend the time by herself as well. Being by himself for extended periods of time did not bother the Warlord at all but he was uncertain about the Maiden. If he were to accept, it would increase the chances of getting Hecarim and the others off his back when it came to taking time off. 'Besides, spending a little time with the Maven won't lead to my death.' Mordekaiser thought to himself, forgetting that his thoughts were currently shared with the mute in front of him.
Sona smiled happily at his thoughts 'So does that mean you accept, Lord Mordekaiser?'
The Master of Metal sighed "Yes, I accept your invitation."
The Maven's smile grew into a grin. 'I am honored, Lord Mordekaiser. We depart tomorrow.' She said happily before standing up, ready to take her leave.
Morde nodded standing up to see the young woman out. "I will see you tomorrow. Have a good day, Maven."
Hecarim glared at Thresh "Warden, are you sure this is the right place?"
Thresh looked down at the map in his hands"Er, hold on. We may have made a wrong turn. It says here we are in Noxus."
Karthus sighed "Even Yorick's ghouls are more intelligent than you, Chain Warden."
"Silence, Karthus! I do not need to be nagged by some punk ass lich."
Yorick shook his head in a solemn manner. "Well, at least it can't get any worse." He said, trying to lighten the mood.
As soon as this statement was finished an arm encompassed both his shoulders as a certain executioner appeared next to him. "Draaaaaven. Hey shadow dudes, Draven's got a mixtape that you all should listen to."
"Godammit."
"Ready to depart, Maven?" The Master of Metal asked his companion.
'Of course, Mordekaiser.' She replied, a sweet smile gracing her features, 'I hope your appetite for food is as large as your mace.'
The larger of the two chuckled at her light jest "Miss Buevelle, prepare to be eaten out of house and home."
A silent giggle escaped her lips, already enjoying herself well before the start of their vacation. She was about to reply but the whistle of the train interrupted her. 'Ah I believe our ride is here,' Sona said, grabbing Mordekaiser's arm with both hers in a futile attempt to drag the hulking warlord on board.
Mordekaiser hid a grin beneath his helmet as he followed the Maven out of the institute and onwards to his first Snowdown with another living soul.
A/N: Well that's the end of this chapter, remember to review the chapter, favorite the chapter and follow the story for chapters similar to this one.
