Lacerta sat at the top of the ruins and looked down as Bergljot and Nenet rushed at one another. The two were having yet another sparring match, and unsurprisingly they didn't seem like they were going to hold back much longer. Every time they ended up going at it, they slowly and steadily got out of hand.
Not that he could blame them. He knew what it was like when you got into the zone. A good fight always got the blood pumping, and it was hard to turn down the adrenaline when you were in the thick of it. That being said, these ruins were still one of his favorite training grounds, and he didn't want them burning it to the ground.
He stood up, spreading his wings before jumping downwards towards them. Nenet and Bergljot both brought their fists back, glaring as they prepared to clash. They both punched, but before their fists could meet Lacerta dropped down between them, raising his hands and catching both of their blows.
The two girls both looked surprised, and Lacerta smirked. "Playtime is over ladies. Time to turn down the heat and pack it up," he said.
Bergljot narrowed her eyes and grunted, and Nenet scowled. "What the hell hot heat?! We were just getting to the good part!" she said angrily. Every time she and Bergljot were sparring Lacerta always, without fail, cut in right when things were really turning up. "Don't you got anything better to do then get in our fucking way?"
"Yeah, making sure you don't fuck up my favorite training ground. The fuck are you two always trying to light this place up for?" Lars asked, crossing his arms. "If you wanna go tear shit up go to whenever the gods on earth go and do it there."
The two girls both glared at him. "What the hell do you care anyway? You tear shit up all the time, but when we do it here all of a sudden it's a problem?" Nenet asked.
"I tear up shit I don't care about… well, stuff I don't care about. So yeah."
Nenet rolled her eyes, and then looked towards Bergljot. The redhead blew a few strands of hair out of her face, and then looked back towards her. "You know, if ya so damn worried about us fighting each other, maybe we should just fight you," Nenet threw out.
Bergljot stared back at her for a moment, and then turned towards Lacerta. The boy raised an eyebrow at them. "You two don't seriously think-" Nenet leapt at him, throwing a punch which he just barely managed to side step. "Okay, so you do."
Bergljot followed up after Nenet, taking a swing at Lacerta who raised his arm to block it. She sent him sliding back with the blow, and he spread his wings out to slow himself down. After he slid to a stop, he smirked. "You guys really wanna rumble? Fine then, let's rumble!" he said, motioning for them to come.
The two girls charged in at him, Nenet running on all fours. She reached him first, leaping at him and sending a flurry of punches and kicked his way. Lacerta blocked and dodged them, but then Bergljot leapt over her and kicked him on the head. She landed and followed up with a punch, which Lacerta raised his arm to block. Nenet quickie followed up however, moving past Bergljot and kicking Lars in the stomach.
The blow knocked the air out of him and sent him flying back, but he planted his feet before shooting a blast of flames towards them both. Nenet got ready to move out of the way, but Bergljot just stepped forward and then breathed in. She sucked in the flames, and then smirked at him. "You really thought that would work?" she asked.
Lacerta grunted. "Just making sure you stay on your toes." He reached down and grabbed the ground, ripping two chunks of stone from under him and then hurling them both at Nenet and Bergljot. The former moved out of the way, while the latter swung his arm and knocked the stone away.
Lacerta charged in again, moving towards Nenet. She leaned back dodging the kick he sent at her, and then swung at him. Lacerta caught her fist, but then was knocked to the side when Bergljot kicked his side. He grunted as he stumbled back. "Can't let your guard down hot head," Nenet said, smirking.
They both moved in on him again, and Lacerta found himself blocking and dodging. He seemed stuck on the defensive. Every time he moved to strike back at one of them, the other would blindeside him. He was going to need to find an opening. Or to make one himself.
He raised his foot and then stomped down, shooting flames into the ground and making a cloud of dirt shoot up into the air. Nenet and Bergljot covered their faces as Lacerta moved in towards the former. He grabbed Nenet by the back of her shirt and then threw her, then turned towards Bergljot and charged into her shoulder first.
Bergljot grunted in pain, but then reached up and grabbed him by the horn. "What the-?!" She leapt up and then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying back.
He spread his wings out again to slow himself down, but Nenet moved in from behind and kicked his feet from under him. He scowled back at her, but didn't have time to strike back before Bergljot attacked again, jumping at him and punching him into the ground. "Having some trouble, hot head?" Nenet asked.
Lars chuckled from the crater he'd made from the impact. "Yeah right." His father had faced worse odds before and came out on top. If his old man could do it, so could he.
He shot a blast from his horns, knocking Bergljot back, and then jumped back up to his feet. Nenet rushed in and swung at him, but he leaned back and dodged it. He turned around, using his tail to knock her back. Nenet slid back and then crouched down, ready to pounce right back at him. And right as she did, Bergljot came flying back, flames shooting from her feet.
They both charged right into Lacerta, who spread his arms out and braced himself. He felt the air knocked out of his lungs, but managed to hold his ground, catching both girls in a bear hug. Nenet and Bergljot both tried to power forward, but Lacerta kept himself anchored and tightened his hold on them. "Not the kind of threesome I saw going down for me today but…"
"Ugh." Nenet rolled her eyes while Bergljot scowled.
"You ready to give up and-" Nenet suddenly opened her mouth and bit down on his chest. Lacerta raised an eyebrow at her. "This ain't the bedroom kitten."
Bergljot suddenly shot fire from her feet, sending all three of them flying forward. Lacerta looked surprised as they went crashing into one of the walls behind them, and they fell and rolled apart from one another. Lacerta quickly got up, but then Nenet jumped on his back. "Got ya!"
She bit down on his shoulder as Bergljot moved in to attack again. Lacerta turned around right before she ran into him, making Nenet take the brunt of the hit. When they fell to the ground, all three managed to roll back up to their feet. Lacerta looked around at the two of them, seeing who would make the first move.
Nenet let out a breath, and then laughed. "Wow hot stuff, ya just flew us into a wall! That was ya first go to option?" she asked, looking towards Bergljot.
The redhead grunted. "It worked, didn't it?"
Nenet flopped down onto the ground and then shrugged. "Sure, whatever. I mean ya could have given me a little warning, but…"
"Warning you would also warn him," Bergljot argued, walking over and leaning against a piece of rubble. She assumed they were taking a break or something now.
Lacerta crossed his arms. "You two tuckered out already? No surprise there I guess. I have that effect on women," he said cockily. Bergljot raised her hand and shot a blast of fire at him, which he stepped back from. "Hey!"
"Come off it hothead. We had ya on backpedal," Nenet said.
Lacerta grunted. "I admit you had me on the defensive for a bit, but you didn't really think you could take me down did you? I mean c'mon," he said.
Nenet clicked her tongue. "Okay then? Ya wanna back up that tough talk? Because I'm ready for round two when you are," she said.
"Are we talking about another fight, or a rumble in the sheets? Because I'm down for either one," the titan said, smirking. Bergljot hurled another fireball at him. "That didn't answer my question."
Nenet moaned happily as she bit down into her goblin dog, a smile on her face. She, Lacerta, and Bergljot sat at a stand, having walked there after they finished their sparring match.
Lacerta smirked as she watched her. "Damn, kitten. How do I get the same treatment?"
"Be as delicious as this goblin dog," Nenet said, eating the rest of the goblin dog before moving onto the next.
"What is this made of?" Bergljot asked, looking over hers curiously.
"It's made of free food, so enjoy it," Lacerta said bluntly.
Nenet said back in her chair and smirked. "Yet hot stuff. Enjoy the free meal. Hot head over here owes it to us for that ass whooping we handed to him," she said.
Lars scoffed. "The fuck are you talking about? I admit you two got a few pretty good hits on me, but I still won," he said, hitting his chest with his fist.
"Yeah, bullshit. We totally kicked ya ass. Just accept your L with some humility," Nenet said, waving her hand. "Right hot stuff?" she asked, looking at Bergljot.
The redhead just grunted back in response, still looking over her goblin dog, while Lacerta chuckled. "I will when I actually take one," Lars said, biting into his own meal.
"Then maybe I should call up Dorado or Scent?"
"Fuck off!"
Nenet snickered before turning back towards Bergljot. "Ya know, we make a pretty badass team hot stuff. But no surprise there. We should team up more often," she said, winking at the other girl.
Bergljot grunted once more, finally taking a bit out of her goblin dog. "This is good…" she said, though her expression looked as even as ever.
Lacerta smirked. "Well, it's not a fucking rock, but yeah."
Bergljot ate the rest of the goblin dog and then threw the bun at him. "Buy me another one," she demanded.
"You could fucking say please before-"
Nenet threw the rest of her bun at him as well. "Yeah, buy us another one! You're rich as shit, you can afford it!"
Lacerta scowled. "Greedy assholes…"
"Takes one to know one, hot head."
A/N: Commission for Onelastfic of Lacerta, Nenet, and Bergljot.