Pretty Important A/N: So recently, a new friend of mine (you know who you are OuO) PM'd me, asking me if I could do some fluffy Rory/Aada scenes. So here I tried. I know that my characters are still somewhat new, but if you'd like to see a ship done, then please let me know, either on the comments or by PM.

Also, I accept camper "OC" applications. If you'd like to make a camper that I will do my best to feature, then please give me a short description of appearance, personality, Godly parent, etc.

Thanks! And I hope you enjoy reading!

Chapter 4- Aada

Ever since she woke up, all Aada could think about was food. Her stomach grumbled furiously, and even though her brother's stories about Norwegian fairytales were interesting and all, she was sidetracked by the thought of getting something to eat.

Surely, she had been quite horrified when she remembered the wolf, and when she exchanged a glance with Rory's olive green eyes, he, too, seemed to understand. But as Aada saw it, the horror was a matter of the past, while the food was a matter of the presence.

When Lucia announced that they had a meeting to get to, Aada took the opportunity to inquire about eating. "Emil," she asked, shifting so she was almost out of bed. Her brother leaned down, gently pushing her back into her seated position.

"Sit. It's alright." He paused, realizing that she had a question. "... What is it?"

"Are we going to get food sometime?"

At the sound of food, Rory's head perked up, and he shoved back his glasses with his thumb. "If we're eating something, I'm in." Lucia grinned, and then got up to leave.

"You two can eat, and then join us. Emil and I already had breakfast." Emil nodded in agreement, and joined her out the door. Aada and Rory sat in silence, pondering breakfast, when suddenly Robyn burst into the room, skipping between their beds.

Rory's expression was a pained one, full of surprise and frustration. Aada, on the other hand, had grown to like the girl. She was company, and from what she understood, company that was her age and even more willing to make friends than she herself was.

"Aada! Rory! Nice to see you're doing well!" She cried cheerfully. "Aren't you going before the Council sometime now?"

"No, we were planning on going before the buffet table." Rory paused, before hopping effortlessly out of his hospital bed. "I presume there is one?" He walked over to Aada, helping her out of her bed before turning to face Robyn.

"Er…" She flushed, confused for a second. "We have kitchens, and cooking pits, if that's what you mean." She said finally. "I suppose you can find something to eat at the Dining Compound there."

"Thank you." Aada grinned, pulling on the light jacket that Emil must have left by her bedside. She and Rory walked out of the hospital room, making small talk.

"I'm so glad you asked about the food," he said the moment they were outside. "I was going to myself, but it would have been so awkward, amidst all that more important stuff."

"Dude," Aada raised an eyebrow, "food is pretty important. Speaking of which, what do Norfolk eat anyway?"

Rory shrugged, as the two made a sharp turn around the hospital building. "I suppose, since they lived so far North, and hadn't yet access to the Spice Route… probably really bland cooked meat and some breads and root vegetables?" He ran a hand through his auburn hair.

"Nice analysis." She chuckled quietly as they crossed what seemed to be a footpath. She walked ahead, examining the camp, while Rory seemed to fall behind. After a while, Aada turned around, to find him frowning deeply, hands in his jean pockets.

"What's the matter?" She asked, jogging back to him.

"I think we're lost, Aada." With this, her own face contorted into a frown.

"What?!" Her heart raced. Here they were, alone, in a foreign place full of what Emil had described as the children of the 21st century versions of the Norse gods and goddesses. If they were anything like the wolf, Aada decided that they'd better find their way to the Dining hall right away.

Unfortunately, smart as he was, Rory had a terrible sense of direction, and Aada's own wasn't that sharp, either. "Why don't we go ask somebody?" She asked.

"Great idea." Rory nodded, and turned to head away to find a camper and ask them. Hastily Aada reached out and stopped him.

"Uh, I should go." She bit her lip, adding, as gently as she could, "I think I'm a little less likely to get further lost."

Rory's half-smile indicated that he understood, and motioned for her to go. Aada tucked her braid across her shoulder, and crossed the footpath back towards the hospital way. She decided that she'd better avoid the campers that were carrying what seemed to be lethal weapons, as there was really no telling what they would do.

She paused at what seemed to be a small herb garden, admiring the neat little rows of plants, when suddenly she felt a hand clamp to her shoulder. Aada jumped, and, with wide eyes, whipped around.

"Newbie, am I right?" Across her, holding her in place, was a boy, who must have been a year or two older. He was broad-shouldered and burly, with reddish-blonde hair, merciless eyes, and a terrifying expression.

"Yes! You are right," Aada yelped. She considered screaming, but decided against it when she realized that it may attract unwanted attention. The boy examined her face with meticulous scrutiny.

"Are you the ones that brought about the storm, then?!" He gripped her shoulder tighter, making her whimper. When she didn't respond, he shook her hard. "ARE YOU THE ONES WHO SUNK OUR SHIPS?!"

"N-no, I've heard of no ships. I just got out of the hospital ward a couple of minutes ago and-"

"Aada! What seems to be the trouble here?"

She exhaled as relief flooded her. Rory was here. Startled, the boy let go of her, and turned to face Rory. That's when Aada noticed something strange: out of his entire attire, which was varying shades of black, grey, and brown, sat what looked like a Robin's Egg-colored bandana.

Rory stepped towards Aada, and when she looked up, his expression seemed to be calm and controlled. Why then, she wondered, had she been so scared by the boy? Rory simply stood next to her, asking softly, "Are you alright?"

"Fine." Her own voice was low too, and the boy stopped for a second before leaning down towards Aada. Through her peripheral vision she could see Rory tensing up.

"I'm going to make you burn," he whispered. "Make the whole lot of you burn. After what you did to us… I swear to Týr, after we're through with you, there will not be a single skadedyr left. We'll-"

"That's quite enough." Rory chided, sounding like an angry mother. He looked at Rory for a second before glaring back at Aada and then storming away.

Only when he was safely out of earshot did Aada dare say anything. "... Who the heck was that?" She exhaled. Rory looked in the direction he had gone in before turning back to Aada and shrugging.

"He did say, 'Swear to Týr', who was, of course, the Norse God of War…" Rory reasoned, before sighing and awkwardly dusting off Aada's shoulder. "You sure you're alright? You've kind of gotten attacked twice in two days and I'm a bit worried."

Aada inwardly rolled her eyes. "Rory, I'm fine. That was hardly anything. Besides, it's not really my fault trouble seems to be hopelessly attracted to me." She paused, breaking a grin, before adding, "And by the way, we're friends. You can actually touch me without it being awkward."

Rory turned a deep shade of red. "You should listen to what that sounds like," he muttered, retracting his hand from her shoulder and running it through his hair.

Aada, too, blushed scarlet, and was about to retort that she didn't mean it like that, when a voice to her left spoke:

"Yeah. That sounded oddly sexual." There was a split second of silence before Rory began laughing, still somewhat flustered. Lucia stepped out from behind the house and shook with laughter herself, followed by a somewhat confused Emil. Aada had no choice but to laugh along.

"So," Rory stated after finishing, "Shall we go and finally get some food?!"

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