Yay! Silly friendship/romance story!
I've been writing emotionally heavy stuff. I wanted to do something silly where our favorite king and heroine aren't burnt out. :P
This will be short- maybe 2 or 3 chapters at the most.
New chapter of Toby hates Broccoli is coming soon, as well as a new chapter of 6 ft underground, both of which are close to their finales.
"Hello!" Sarah shouted, her voice echoing in the dank room. All she had wanted to do was bring some cookies to her friends. Really, was it too much to ask to get a break for once?
"Hoggle?" She called, hoping her friend would somehow sense her distress and find her. "Anybody?"
"Crap." She mumbled, slumping against the cool wall. "Stupid oubliette. Stupid hole." Sarah grumbled, She must've taken a wrong turn… that had to be it. She had been here so many times, and this was the first, well, technically second time, that she had ended up in an oubliette. She mentally patted herself on the back, wondering how she was going to get herself out of this mess. Maybe some goblin would smell the cookies and come to her rescue. That seemed likely… sort of. The unrelenting darkness swirled around her, a small ray of light peaking through the hole she initially fell through. Sighing, she dropped her bundle and began to feel along the walls, looking for something that might get her out of this mess. If she remembered correctly, Hoggle had used a magical door of sorts to get them out. It had been lying on the floor, but she hadn't stepped on anything other than the hard dirt floor yet. The oubliette she was currently residing in was rather small, much smaller than the one she fell into during her initial venture through the labyrinth. Sarah stumbled over the tin of cookies she had placed on the ground, effectively removing her from her semi-reverie.
"Ow," She winced, wiping off her scraped hands. "Hellooooo!" She screamed this time, cupping her hands around her mouth.
"Hello," A voice cut through the blackness; a voice that was definitely male, and definitely angry. The voice was crisp and smooth, and held a melodic angry mocking tone to it that could only belong to one person, and it made her stomach turn.
"You're not Hoggle," She said rather meekly, her voice rising nervously.
"No, I'm not," He drawled. She could hear his footsteps echoing off the walls yet there was no clear direction as to where they were coming from. She looked around nervously, her eyes shifting side to side as her heart began to race.
"Y-you have n-no--," She began nervously, practically jumping out of her skin when he interrupted her with a barking command.
"Oh do shut up!" He spat. "Words mean nothing when they aren't true. I see the way you tremble. I terrify you." His words took a sinister turn, dripping with venom of his anger. "Perhaps if you hadn't been sneaking around my labyrinth so foolishly, you wouldn't be so terrified of encountering me once more."
"I'm not scared," She said rather unconvincingly, backing up against the stone wall, trying desperately to still her erratic heart beat.
"Oh really?" Was his coy reply. Silence fell between them for a moment, before the burnt out candle lights on the walls flickered to life all at once, shedding a dim orange glow upon them. There, standing mere inches from her face, leaning over her with his hands pressed up against the wall was the one and only Goblin King. She jumped, goose bumps running up and down her skin as he stared her down like a cat stalking a mouse.
He smirked, glancing her up and down momentarily.
"Boo." He said boringly, his expression matching his voice. Sarah screamed, her arms flying up to cover her face as she shrunk to the ground instinctively. It wasn't until she heard laughter that she realized she was still alive. Turning her head up, she looked at him rather dumbfounded. Out of all the times she entertained the idea of ever seeing him again, not one of the scenarios turned out like this. In fact, her imagination painted a picture more along the lines of the romance novels she had taken a liking too—not that she was harboring a crush for an ethereal king for the past 7 years who ought to be make believe. No, that wasn't it at all.
Sarah looked up cautiously, his hearty laughter echoing off the walls of the small, enclosed room. He stood above her, a few feet away now, with his hands on his hips and his head thrown back in laughter. She chewed on her bottom lip, standing up from her spot on the ground.
"Oh that's rich," He said, his laughter subsiding, staring her down and challenging her with his gaze. She bit her tongue, almost literally, and stood her ground, staring back with matching intensity. She schooled her face, and let her eyes take in his. He hadn't changed a bit from how she remembered him; Hauntingly beautiful, with pale skin and a sharp angular face, long nose, thin curved lips, and eyes of fire and ice that could drown you with their sorrow. He watched with mild amusement as she purposefully stared at him, watching as the look in her eyes lost purpose, turning to some other task. "Tell me Sarah, what do you think of my Labyrinth this time around?" He sneered, breaking her concentration. She continued to hold her ground, replying with cool indifference.
"Well, the inside of this oubliette is nice. Rather cozy." She paused, looking around for dramatic effect. "Though I would love to see more of the Labyrinth, now that I'm not on a ridiculous time limit." It wasn't until she saw his nostrils flare angrily that she realized her mistake. He wasn't willing to play around with verbal banter this time.
"You might as well get used to it princess," He practically spat, malice and sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Lucky for you, you get to stay here and rot." Sarah stared at him slack jawed.
"But that's not fair!" She almost cursed herself, knowing very well that he despised that phrase.
"But isn't it?" he replied in a singsong manner, giving her a mock pout. "I do recall a certain teenaged girl destroying my city, my army, and quite a bit of my castle."
"And I recall a certain teenaged girl defeating a certain glittery sore loser," She shot back almost petulantly, her temper starting to win out in her inner battle against reason and instinct. A sneer plastered it's self to the King's face, turning his normally beautiful face ugly as his anger began to break free.
"I'd watch my tongue if I were you, Precious," He bit out his words through clenched teeth. "You don't know who you are dealing with."
"Oh please!" Sarah scoffed, rolling her eyes childishly.
"Careful!" He warned, a fake friendliness infiltrating his words. "You're only digging yourself a deeper Oubliette," He smiled at his little joke, flashing her his inhumanly sharp canines. "Oh, and Sarah," He began to fade from view, his voice detaching and echoing off the walls. "It was wonderful to see you again precious."
Sarah stood there, glaring with all the anger she possessed at the spot he previously stood, her fists clenched at her side. She scowled and let out a growl that clearly displayed her frustration with ease.
"Jareth! Get your cheating sparkly makeup wearing ass back here right now!" She shouted as loud as she could, her own voice echoing loudly off the walls. Barely even a second after she finished her command, she felt an arm pull her roughly around the waist, while another fisted her hair roughly. She gasped as she hit the hard planes of his body, electricity surging through her in an odd fashion, a feeling that she couldn't quite place.
"You're really getting on my last nerve Sarah." Jareth said gently, resting his chin on the top of her head while she struggled against him. It was odd, considering the violent nature in which he seized her. "You are still quite spoiled aren't you? I'll bet no one ever tells you 'no' and you get everything your heart desires." He tightened his grip on her, causing her to whimper.
"You're hurting me!" She complained, clawing at his hands.
"That's the point precious. Perhaps if you receive a little pain, you'll learn your lesson. Remember, we're not playing a game anymore; you have no idea who I am." Jareth spoke dangerously low, his voice turning gravely.
"Then why don't you tell me," She sardonically suggested.
"What a splendid Idea!" he said edgily, letting go of his hold on Sarah suddenly. "I am Jareth, King of the Goblins, leader of the Tuatha de Danann*, keeper and granter of dreams and nightmares, and one of the most feared and respected beings in all of the underground. I can be your greatest dream," His face broke out into a smile, caught somewhere between mockery and genuine. "Or I can be your greatest nightmare, and since you insist on painting me as the villain, I shall give you a villain." His face fell flat, his lips pursing together in a thin line.
Sarah didn't respond; She didn't know what to say. She only stared, breathing shakily as she tried to regain her composure once more.
"Now, give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't drown you in the bog of eternal stench," Jareth crossed his arms, mustering up his most commanding and intimidating visage.
"I'll give you a cookie," She blurted out, almost pitifully, and held out a festive looking tin.
"Pardon?" Jareth's arms dropped to his side, and a perplexed look crossed his features, blinking at the tense girl.
"I'll give you a cookie," She repeated, this time more sure of herself. "They're chocolate chip." She offered, opening the lid of the tin. He looked skeptical for a moment, and gingerly took a cookie from the tin, not missing out on the opportunity to receive home baked goods from his favorite non-ordinary human girl. He examined the cookie in his hands, scrutinizing it even, before sniffing it, and eventually taking a small bite. He chewed carefully and swallowed, standing there frozen.
"Are they that bad?" She questioned with a laugh looking down at the remaining cookies in the tin. "No one has ever had that kind of reaction to my cookies befo—" She paused, hearing the sound of munching, and looked up just in time to see the goblin king pop the last bite of her cookie in his mouth, with a state of euphoric bliss plastered across his face. She barked out a laugh. "Want another?" She held out the tin, and he quickly snatched up another.
"These are incredible!" He took a bite of the second cookie, chewing it slowly this time to savor the taste. "I'm apologize for my earlier behavior, my temper got the best of me."
Sarah looked bewildered; was the Goblin King apologizing to her, all because of her cookies? She continued to gawk at him, her mouth hanging open in shock.
"Do close you're mouth Sarah." Jareth said casually, looking over at her. "You'll catch flies if you keep standing there like that." She almost scoffed.
"Wow. My cookies are so good, they'll get the Goblin King to apologize for man handling you," She said to herself sarcastically, meanwhile Jareth sneakily tried to reach for another cookie. Sarah slammed the lid to the tin back on before he could get his hand in.
"Not uh, I don't think so. If you want another cookie you have to let me out of here. And no more tricks! I know it was you who put me in here in the first place, the Oubliettes don't open on their own." She hugged the tin to her chest protectively.
"Are you bargaining with me?" he said, taking a step back aghast.
"Yes." Was her only and simple reply. Jareth raised an elegant eyebrow incredulously, his lips setting into a flat line once more.
"Fine." His answer was just as simple.
Sarah was dumbfounded once more. "Fine?" He nodded. "That's it?" He nodded again. "No fine print, no loopholes, no tricks?"
"No, just give me another cookie precious, and I'll send you on your merry own way." He laced his fingers together, placing his two index fingers at his lips.
"Okay!" She still couldn't believe it. Sarah opened the lid of the tin and held it out to him, and he quickly reached in, taking two more cookies. "Hey!" she scolded him, swatting his hand away as he tried to take yet another. "These were supposed to be for my friends!"
"Ah, they can bugger off! I'm the king, I get first pick."
"Not the way I roll." She pushed him away lightly. "Tell you what. I'll make you your very own batch of cookies. Think of it as a peace offering of sorts." He paused and seemed to think about it for a moment, before quite easily agreeing to the terms.
"That sounds like a fine idea," He wiped his hands on his pants—if they could be called pants, and began to feel along the wall. "Now where is that door? …Ah! Here it is!" Sarah watched him curiously as he turned an invisible knob, and an entire section of the circular room swung out as if it were on a hinge. The other side of the door led them to walk out from inside a wide tree near the outskirts of the Labyrinth. As it closed it seamlessly melded into the bark. Sarah just shook her head. "Don't forget to bring me my cookies, or I'll personally drown you in the bog of eternal stench." Jareth's threat hung in the air, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"For the love of god…" She grumbled, rubbing her temples. "I'm going to wake up in my bed any second now. This is all just a crazy messed up dream." She shook her head and continued on her way.
I hope you enjoyed this new story and chapter! Please Review!
As I said before, this will be short, and rather silly. I've been writing too much heavy drama stuff, so I wanted to do something cheesy and fun. :)
*For those who don't know Gaelic mythology at all, the Tuatha De Danann were the faerie folk that resided in Ireland before they were sent underground.
This story will not be revolving around any mythology, unlike some of my other stories. It's just a silly piece of fluff. I wanted to get back to the characters true nature, rather than what they would do faced with an epic type situation.
