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Annoying Jareth
46-47 – Everybody needs a hug
It was a gloomy day in the Goblin Kingdom. The wind howled through the Labyrinthand the rain poured relentlessly. A flash of lightning illuminated the darkened castle; a roll of thunder added the final touches to the over all ominous feel. The storm had raged for a day now and showed no signs of letting up. The goblins had cowered in their homes, and even the Creature had made itself scarce. This kind of storm could mean only one thing. Jareth, the King of the Goblins and Master of the Labyrinth, was in a really foul mood.
It all happened after he had left that awful bar. He'd returned to his castle and caught his reflection in another mirror, one he was sure he hadn't seen before. To his horror he saw an old man with a straggly white beard staring back. The small fact that his 'reflection' was not showing the same terror he was should have given him an inkling that perhaps he was actually looking out one of the newly installed windows, but the Goblin Kings vanity can tend to make him rather stupid. The result was that he sat in his throne room sulking and forced the Labyrinth to sulk as well.
Another flash of lightning illuminated the room and he spotted the Creature skulking around the room. He growled and the heavens roared back making it jump. It stared at him for a moment before continuing its search for, well, whatever it was it was looking for. He heard the rain bounce less forcefully off the roof and sighed. It was hard to keep up a full force gale with that thing loose in the castle. He gave in to curiosity and followed it out of the throne room.
He was mildly surprised to see that most of the castle was still in one piece. He was sure that if his rage didn't break everything the Creature gladly would have, just for the fun of it. In fact, when he looked closer, he could see that some things had been broken but had been carefully put back together. He stared at the Creature then shook his head. 'It couldn't have done it. It must have been my own magic', he nodded to himself, but continued to follow the strange little being.
When it arrived back at its own room it turned and stared at him again. The King quirked an eyebrow, feeling mildly irritated that his storm had been interrupted for nothing. He had noticed that the wind had stopped howling, and he could only hear the rain pattering gently against the window. The Creature continued to stare at him, and he swore if it said anything about his looks he'd bloody kill it.
He wasn't ready for it. One minute it was inspecting him like a bug under a microscope, the next it lunged at him. He had no way to protect himself. Well, he had magic, but that thing coming at him had somehow made his mind go temporarily blank. Suddenly a pair of arms were wrapped firmly around his waist, a head lay tight against his chest and it was squeezing him. It took him a minute to actually realise what it was doing. He struggled mindlessly, remembered he had magic, and finally pushed it away from him.
"What in gods name do you think you are doing?" He demanded, some of his fury returning. A wind rose up and howled, rattling the windows dangerously. The Creature merely shrugged as it flopped down in front of the TV smiling.
"You looked like you needed a hug. Everyone deserves a hug."
The heat wave that ensued over the next few days reached record heights – but we're not allowed to talk about it.
A/N – I have no idea…