Power of Love
Summary: A twist to Hellboy 2. When Nuada asks if anyone challenges him, his sister steps up to claim her own right. Unable to fight his sister, Nuada gives up his crown and his right and Nuala takes the chance to save her brother.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy, this is just for fun.
WARNINGS!
A/R (Duh)
Twincest (Sorry Abe fans)
OCs will be present
Power of Love
The next morning was a slow affair, Nuada and Nuala woke and curled up in to one another for warmth and comfort. The sound of shuffling feet and movement in the kitchen made both untangle themselves from one another before heading down in to the kitchen.
"Good morning your highnesses," Cara said and smiled at the two of them, "I was going to make some fresh salad and eggs."
"I will go to the hen house!" Nuala smiled and shoved her feet in to a pair of boots too big for her feet and pulled out a coat before heading out of the house.
"You have hens?" Nuada asked and Cara smiled.
"I have a garden and green house, along with the hen house and stables see I use to have other livestock but that was when the house was filled," She explained, "At one point we had five of us living in this place, myself and your sister, with a small colony of fairies in the attic, there was a nymph here and a warlock, we were quite the group!" She laughed a little, a sad sound that seemed forced.
"What happened?" Nuada asked and Cara looked up at him as she washed the lettuce leaves and picking up tomatoes.
"They left," She said simply and Nuada raised a brow just as his sister walked back in. Nuala put the basket down as she took off her coat and stepped out of the boots before she came to the kitchen, eggs in hand.
"You have less hens," She said and set the basket on the counter before heading to the pantry to pick out some jam and fresh bread, "I suppose with it just being you here, even the fairies left?"
"Yes," Cara said as she started up the stove and pulled a pan out from a bottom drawer, "Left or faded away in to the wind."
"How sad," Nuada said as he stood to help, although he could do little with the cooking he could chop up carrots well enough for the salad. The group worked in silence, Nuada taking over the salad as their host took to the stove and his sister was cutting bread. "You seem quite comfortable here Nuala, how long did you stay?"
"I was here for nearly a decade before I went home, Cara was such a gracious host that I found it hard to leave, not to mention the company that we kept," She smiled and Nuada found his chest swell with warmth and emotion, "Our Warlock friend was a dazzling man."
"I think the only one he was trying to dazzle was the nymph," Cara said and Nuala laughed. Nuada smiled as the fondness of the memory washed over him. Nuala turned to her brother who looked up at her and both couldn't help but simply grin rather stupidly at one another until Nuada hissed the same time his sister flinched and looked at her finger.
"Sorry," both said as they placed bleeding fingers in to their mouths,
"Well if you paid more attention to your chore and less on eachother you wouldn't have cut yourself, now was it Nuala who was cut and Nuada paying the price?"
"I did it," Nuada said and caught the cloth tossed to him, Nuala simply sucked on her finger as Cara headed towards her room.
"I'll go get something to wrap those with, sit tight," She vanished and Nuala looked at her brother with a sheepish smile,
"You need to be more careful," Nuada said and Nuala giggled softly, "I'm not taking the blame a second time."
"I am sorry brother," She said as she look at her finger, watching it bleed for a moment before she plucked a tissue from a box and wrapped the cut half hazardly. The two allowed the silence to fill the room comfortably before Cara came back in with a herbal paste and some linen bandages.
"Thank you," Nuada said as Cara crossed her arms and looked between the two before she smiled and went back to cooking. Nuala smiled sheepishly again before she headed over to her brother and the two got to work on wrapping up bloody fingers.
Breakfast was served and the three elves gave a customary thanks to their Gods and Goddesses before they ate. Nuada was even more thankful, having eaten scraps and anything he could scavenge off of for all the many years he had been in exile.
"So, I think we should move my things in to the loft and have you two take the room," Cara spoke when breakfast was finished and all were sipping at some tea.
"That is generous of you," Nuada spoke, "how was it that you have so many here at once though, with only one room?"
"The warlock slept in the loft, I slept with Cara and the Nymph slept in the furs as the fairies roosted in the attic," Nuala explained,
"You and she shared a bed?" Nuada asked,
"For 6 months, did you know your sister talks in her sleep?" Cara asked and Nuada turned his attentions to her as Nuala blushed citrine, making Nuada's own cheeks color softly.
"I do no such thing," Nuala said in defiance and Nuada turned to her with a sympathetic look. The room was then filled with soft laughter at Nuala's expense and soon conversation began to flow easily.
The afternoon came and went with running up and down stairs as Nuada and Nuala were moved in to Cara's bedroom. Nuada was showed around the property, along with the house. There was a small stable and hen house, along with a green house, storage shed and large garden that seemed mostly unused because of lack of people. Cara led him back to the rocky shores he had walked just the other evening and looked out on to a large lake that Cara said had large healthy fish year round.
"This is basically a farm," Cara said simply as she shoved her hands in to her pockets to keep them warm against the chilling air, "But I haven't needed to use the land as one for decades now, so I let it go wild."
"Now that your numbers have grown perhaps it would be a good time to clean up?" Nuala asked as they headed back for the house. Cara smiled at the thought of a fully functioning farm, she would like to make a few extensions on her home, perhaps a few more bedrooms, turn it in to an inn or guest house.
"Perhaps," She smiled "But for now, perhaps a warm bath and some dinner," She smiled as the women linked arms and Nuada took his sister's hand.
"Sounds delightful," Nuada spoke, a smile making its way across his face, perhaps his sister's interference may have been the right thing to do after all.