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SakuMo's Owain/Odin Prompts

Prompt: Headcanons/mini drabble on how Owain/Odin would confess to the reader? I honestly need more of this fluffy boy there's so little content-

Me: YES, EXCELLENT, GOOD. I'll make it gender-neutral, too!

Please meet me by the Dusk Dragon statue after dinner. I have an urgent matter of dark import that I must discuss with you.

–Odin

You reread the letter that had been stuck in the frame of your bedroom door. You were surprised to find it there, but the contents isn't exactly a shock. After all, the letter seems to be typical Odin. You amuse yourself with ideas of what he wants to discuss as you make your way out of the treehouse barracks and across the yard to the meeting spot. Conversations with Odin are never dull, and you like that about him. His brand of eccentricity adds some much-needed levity to your life.

He's waiting for you as you approach. He seems to be pacing nervously, and you think you hear him mutter, "You can do this, Odin. Just like you rehearsed," under his breath before he notices you. "Ah! I'm g-glad you got my letter!"

"It was hard to miss," you say, proffering the missive in one hand. "So, what's this matter of dark import you need to discuss with me?"

He chews at his lip, apparently thinking. Your tone is teasing but amicably so, however he still seems anxious for some reason you can't figure out. "I-I…actually wanted to discuss our friendship," he says, itching his palm.

You tilt your head, puzzled. "What about it?"

"W-Well, I would say that you and I are good friends, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," you nod. You don't know where this is headed, but you feel the need to reassure him. "I consider you one of my closest friends, Odin. Were you worried I didn't?"

"N-No, I could surmise by your lack of annoyance that you enjoy my company," he said. He's not making eye contact, staring instead at his feet, and he keeps shifting like he can't sit still.

"What's wrong, Odin?" you ask, your eyebrows troubled. "You seem nervous."

"N-Nervous?" he repeats, his voice shooting up an octave. He clears his throat, a clenched fist to his mouth. "Odin Dark is rarely nervous! I merely wanted to ask you a question."

"Oh? Ask away."

He fixes you with an uncharacteristically serious stare. "Have you pledged your being to intertwine with another's essence?"

You blink. What…What in the hells is he talking about? You have no idea. "I…Odin, I'm sorry, I don't…?"

"I-If you haven't sworn the oath of devotion to someone else, I th-thought I might…volunteer myself as a potential candidate?"

Your brain whirs, expression blank. Something clicks, and your eyebrows leap upward. "You…Odin, are you trying to ask me out?"

He nods furiously, his entire face scarlet. "I…I'm rather attached to you…So much that my usual dark aura is crimson with emotion! I'd very much like to be by your side. I-If you would have me as your companion, that is."

A chuckle overtakes you, and he looks up at you, anxious. Smiling tenderly, you take his hands in yours. "I'm rather attached to you too, Odin. I'd be really happy to have you as a boyfriend."

His entire face lights up, his pleased grin radiant. "R-Really? Y-You don't think I'm strange or annoying or too dramatic or–"

"Not at all," you chuckle, mirroring his smile. Feeling brave, you press in and peck a soft kiss on his lips, grinning all the wider at the shocked look on his face when you pull away. "I really like you, Odin, just the way you are."

Odin clenches a fist and makes an excited squeal in his throat. "A wave of scarlet euphoria! Emotions…overflowing…!" He scoops you off your feet and spins you both in circles, whooping with joy. You protest with laughter, but it's a feeble attempt at best. When he finally puts you on your feet again, he immediately grabs your cheeks and smooches you with a force that nearly knocks you over. As he tries to pull away, you raise a hand to his cheek, drawing him back in for more. His lips are soft and warm, and the kisses taste sweeter than anything you've ever dreamed.