Fire And Ice

by Gallian Squad 7

After another skirmish with Muspel, the Order of Heroes has claimed a great prize. The question is, what are they going to do with that prize? What's Fjorm to think when the steady life she'd found gets rattled? What's Alfonse to do with a new responsibility? What's everyone to do with all this teasing material? (Has Fjorm as deuteragonist.)

8. Sun and Surf

Alright, I promised a beach episode and by heaven I will deliver.

I've settled onto four chapters after this one, mostly to cover two more destinations and their return before the epilogue. While those confessions last chapter may have rushed the relationships a tad, I do feel that Laevatein would be one to react more than take initiative considering her otherwise passive personality.

That and Fjorm was tired, and we all know tired people aren't the best at keeping their mouths shut.

Justifications aside, let's get to the story.

Sun and Surf

Alfonse woke up right as the sun poked over the horizon, sleep fleeing from him far faster than it had come. It wasn't surprising really considering he'd spent most of the night staring at the ceiling.

Everything had gone so… differently than he'd been expecting. Laevatein had come around to their view with little effort besides treating her like a human, essentially ending the mission in barely a week. Then there was Fjorm becoming friends with the Muspel princess when at first she'd been considered a mortal enemy.

If that had been it, Alfonse would have marched back to the Order with a spring in his step and a song in his heart. Instead, he'd somehow done some great deed and won the hearts of the two that slept so soundly right that moment.

How? How did it make any sense that this trip would confront him with something that had previously never been entertained? Not even his parents had started pushing potential matches forward and he was two years past the point that tended to happen.

Then there were his own worries that came with the idea of love. Love meant being totally open with someone, to hold no secrets, and in many ways to accept them into the deepest recesses of one's life. He'd done that once before with Zacharias, the one he'd proudly called brother, only to have everything torn from him.

Who was to say he wouldn't lose these two as well? Was he willing to go through with opening himself to them, only to lose at least one for sure? Could he continue to grow closer to them, only to break the heart of one of them, and his in turn?

He envied several of the Heroes that night. They'd met their loves well before something like this came about, so he doubted they had to deal with this conundrum.

Deciding laying on the couch would do nothing further to clear his head, Alfonse rose and dressed quietly, not wanting to disturb the girls. Once he was ready, with swim trunks, a light shirt, and sandals, he left the room.

Quietly closing the door, Alfonse used hard learned skill to sneak out of the inn and onto the streets, nary a soul to be found. It was quiet save for the sounds of the sea, Alfonse following the gentle roll of waves on sand before arriving at the beach itself.

The sunrise painted the water red and orange, Alfonse picking a spot beside a tree to set himself down. While he'd gladly take a swim in the great sea to distract himself, Alfonse knew that he had to sort out his thoughts and feelings a bit more less he get distracted and ripped out to open water by the tide.

Let's start by separating the issue into pieces. First, I've never had romantic feelings for anyone before, so that's not helping me process what's going on. Second, I've been taught that confessions must be met with an appropriate response, it does no one any good to let hopes rise. Third… I'm torn.

That was perhaps the biggest issue. Alfonse was fine with learning how to process romantic feelings and he would be sure to give his best answer to Fjorm and Laevatein when he saw them next. The problem was, he was torn between four possible decisions and the consequences they held.

One had him tell both girls they were just friends, that he was beyond flattered they felt that way, but he wasn't interested in either of them. It was the safest option, but Alfonse refused to tell such an abject lie.

The next had him deny Laevatein but accept Fjorm. They'd been beside each other both on the battlefield and off for over a year, sharing much of their lives and worlds. She was his closest friend since Zacharias left and dating her would be a blessing he could never discount.

The one after that had him deny Fjorm but accept Laevatein. While they didn't have the long-developed rapport that he had with Fjorm, Laevatein had a charm and vigor that always grabbed Alfonse's attention. She was also eager to learn and knew how to have fun as she opened up. Such fast friendship bespoke of a chemistry and mutual understanding that Alfonse knew he craved.

Problem was, that same understanding already sat between him and Fjorm, which he was loathe to strain.

That led to the last option, which he found the most distasteful. He could ask the girls if they were agreeable to Alfonse dating both, seeing where things went, and then deciding. It reeked of cowardice and wishful thinking if you asked Alfonse, especially since it was likely each girl would want him alone.

Then came the more… grand consequences. Were he to choose either of them, and the relationship bloomed to the point of marriage, Askr would be bound to either Nifl or Muspel for generations. Blood feuds or even wars could be born from the scorned kingdom, but Alfonse doubted either country would accept him taking two wives should that fourth option go so far.

Alfonse leaned his head against the tree and sighed. "What am I thinking? Their words have me so confused, yet here I am pondering the possibility of having both. What a terrible man they have chosen to bare their hearts to, for I seek the easy way out."

Alfonse continued to gaze at the sea, even as the sun slowly painted it gold as it ascended. He knew it would take time for the girls to find him, and he hoped to have an answer by then…

Now if only his chest didn't burn with grief at the thought of breaking either of their hearts. It would make choosing one of them easy, maybe even allow the trip to proceed smoothly as he swore to help whoever's heart he broke to find love on pain of death.

But, as he thought and thought, his mind sourly settled on what he had to do. His heart revolted at the very idea of saying they were all just friends, but it was equally against saying yes to only one. It was just so damn confusing that he couldn't just make a choice and stick with it.

I hope they don't think me a lecher. Alfonse thought as he stood and stretched. Yet I cannot deny that I'm attracted to them both, almost painfully so. I don't know if I'd say I love them, but this… feeling I have is certainly stronger than my bond with Sharena.

With his course of action decided, Alfonse pulled off his shirt and sandals before wading into the water. Other beachgoers were starting to arrive, but Alfonse wanted to get a quick swim in before facing the music.

Cool water and waves did wonders to soothe the nerves.

And so, he swam, diving beneath the waves every once in a while to observe the life around him. Even this close to the shore, so many fish and corals thrived, though not quite as vibrant as the reef they'd seen yesterday.

Eventually, he returned to the shore and the tree he'd left his things by. Only it now had a trio of towels set up and what looked like the tarp of a tent acting as a hammock a short way away. No one was there, but he recognized the seashell clip he'd given Fjorm the previous summer laying on one of the towels.

"Time to give the decision." Alfonse muttered, glancing around to try and spot the girls. "When they show up, I'll give my answer. Gods grant me strength."

No response was forthcoming, so Alfonse settled onto the towel next to his shirt and sandals. Were he not waiting for the inevitable, the sight of the sun sitting over the sea with the sound of waves crashing on sand would've been worth the entire trip.

"Oh, there he is! Laev, come here, he found the spot!"

Alfonse swallowed the lump in his throat as Fjorm jogged up to him, all smiles. She was in a sundress and sandals that showed her pale skin while a floppy straw-hat covered her hair. "Alfonse, I know going to the beach is exciting, but no need to go it alone."

Alfonse laughed nervously and scratched his head. "Well… they do say it's best to come here at dawn, but I didn't want to wake anyone. Sorry…"

Fjorm kept her smile and shrugged. "It's fine, better to be here early anyway. The receptionist said this area won't be too busy because of how big a party last night was, so you chose a great spot!"

Laevatein joined them, hair tied back and in a sundress of her own. Though, hers was red where Fjorm's was white. "Alfonse, good to see you. Did you get something to eat or did you take a swim on an empty stomach?"

She said it with a smile, their cheeriness making Alfonse's heart sink. Why oh why did he have to ruin it with his choice?

…No, the choice could wait for later, they had a day to enjoy.

"I wanted to beat everyone to the water, so I didn't eat." Alfonse laughed, his stomach grumbling on cue. "Did you two grab something?"

Fjorm nodded and started to rummage through a bag she'd brought. "We did, but I suspected you didn't eat, so here's some nuts and fruit. Chomp on that and we'll plan out the day."

Alfonse took the snack and gulped it down, Fjorm taking the towel next to him while Laevatein leaned against the tree. "So, what're you girls thinking for today? We're about as free as can be."

Laevatein pointed to the sea. "If we could rent a boat, I'd like to head out for the reef again. I may not be able to join you in the water, but it'd be fun just getting out on there again."

"I want to go for a swim and take a nap in the hammock I made." Fjorm chuckled. "I just knew there'd be a use for that extra tent, and here we are! Beyond that… do they allow cooking on the beach?

Alfonse nodded and Fjorm cheered. "Yes, then we'll have a roast on the beach! We'll catch our dinner."

"We're terrible fishers." Alfonse reminded, making Fjorm droop. "But I do know there's plenty of fish out here that are really good eating. I've been in the kitchens enough times to know what they look like, so just say the word."

Laevatein giggled and pushed off the tree, eyes set on the sea. "Let's have our own swim first yes? I have never had the pleasure of enjoying the sea for fun, so would you teach me what to do on such a holiday?"

Alfonse stood and rubbed his neck. "Sure, but uh… you don't plan on going swimming in a dress, do you?"

Laevatein gave him a sultry smile. "Of course not, Prince. You must thank Lady Oboro when next you see her, she thought of everything."

"She did." Fjorm muttered, cheeks pink. "Won't even take us long to change, we just wore the swimwear under these dresses. Thank heaven there's not that many people, I don't want so many staring at me."

Laevatein laughed. "Come now, Fjorm, we all know who you want to stare at you. Regardless, since we're already in our swimwear, getting ready is a simple matter."

She proceeded to push the straps off her shoulders and pull the entire sundress off like a shirt, Alfonse looking away instinctively. He noticed Fjorm stand up, his eyes on her feet, but her sundress soon met the ground, folded neatly, followed by her hat.

Alfonse kept his eyes to the sand, heart thundering as he resisted temptation. He would not be caught off guard like this, not again, not after that prank at the waterfall.

"Alfonse, you can look." Fjorm muttered. "It's not like we've only a towel to keep decent."

Laevatein's bare shins entered his vision, her voice amused. "She's right, we're here to swim, there's no need to be chivalrous. You've seen plenty of us already too, what does swimwear compare?"

Alfonse grudgingly conceded the idea if not the principle. "I… simply wish to show the respect you're due, and that includes averting my eyes when a lady isn't decent."

"Dork," Fjorm sighed, nerves melting away as Alfonse continued to stare at the sand. "Just look and get the shock over with for all our sakes, time's wasting."

Alfonse groaned, but wanted to make sure. "No one's gonna get upset with me, right?"

"Considering the stunt we pulled at the waterfall, this is nothing." Laevatein stated, getting annoyed by his stalling. "Now would you man up already?"

Alfonse took a deep breath before looking up, only for his jaw to hang open.

Fjorm was in a white bikini with ice-blue ribbons at the hips, the top tied together by a bow of the same color. It complimented Fjorm's skin and hair wonderfully, almost making her glow on her own were it not for the faded scars she bore. It also did its best to accentuate her bust and midriff, the strong curve of her thighs a guilty bonus.

Laevatein was a tad racier. Her bikini was black with gilded borders, the top clasped in front by a silver seashell ornament. The bottom though exposed her hips between gold strings and the dip of her groin before the black fabric returned. Laevatein caught him staring at that feature and did a twirl, the back thankfully covering a good deal more.

"I need to thank Lady Oboro once again." Fjorm giggled, blush deepening. "Her every outfit she gave us has done exactly what we wanted, though…"

She gave Laevatein an exasperated glare. "Did you have to chose the one where it looks like you're trying to prove your natural hair-color but changed your mind?"

Laevatein gave her a smug smirk. "And you're showing an awful lot of cleavage for the one hemming and hawing about wanting a more modest suit. You had a one piece, but you chose that."

Alfonse cleared his throat, shock and embarrassment fading. "Let's, uh, get into the water. I'll see if I can find a board or two, give surfing a try. The waves are starting to pick up, so when better to learn?"

The girls stopped giving each other playful glares and nodded, each taking an arm and dragging Alfonse to the water. The next few hours were spent playing in the surf, more than a few big waves catching Fjorm or Laevatein off guard and sending them tumbling, only for them to come up laughing hard.

They built sand-castles, buried each other in the sand, chased off flirts, played catch in the surf, and altogether had a joyous time. An outside observer would even say they were like children reliving a long-lost childhood amongst the crashing waves and sparkling sand.

Then came time for them to take a break, the heat starting to get to them and hunger calling. Alfonse volunteered to venture into town for their lunch, but the girls tied their sundresses around their waists and followed him into town.

It was extremely weird for Alfonse to receive so many envious mutters, despite getting several that day already. Even more so when they settled for a store selling fruity drinks and flatbread covered in cheese and assorted toppings. One of the things was large enough to feed all three of them!

The reason it was weird is because, as they laughed about Fjorm getting pinched by a crab, someone dumped an entire glass of water over Alfonse's head. He was shocked of course, especially when he looked back to find some smug looking schmuck standing behind him, but that's when it happened.

The smug bastard quite literally froze and caught fire in the same instant. It was a paradox in of itself to see the prison of ice burning, but Alfonse had to calm the girls down quickly lest they shatter the prison and the schmuck therein.

Considering several people who'd been giving Alfonse the stink eye proceeded to flee the store, Alfonse supposed leaving the bravely foolish idiot to thaw in the sun wasn't the worst outcome.

After that, Alfonse gave the girls a quick lesson in surfing. Well, wakeboarding, since the waves had gotten choppier than beginners could handle. It was fun though, especially since Alfonse had to help them stay upright the first few runs.

The girls were pleased because he kept them balanced by holding them around their hips, but they all got a load of laughs after each spectacular wipeout. Even Alfonse had a few despite riding the waves smoothly.

He was tired by that point, so he directed the girls to a wharf further down the beach that rented small boats for sailing and fishing gear. While they went to procure the necessary items for the latter half of their day, Alfonse returned to their spot and decided to test out the hammock.

Where he promptly fell asleep.

It wasn't a deep sleep by any stretch, but Alfonse was exhausted. If he wanted to keep up with the girls, he needed the rest, and this was the perfect time.

Unfortunately, it was interrupted after what felt like too short a time by the addition of another presence, the hammock swinging. Alfonse tried to ignore it, but Fjorm's indignant whisper was heard all the same. "Laev, what are you doing?! Can't you see he's trying to rest?"

"And he shall rest soundly." Laevatein whispered back, a hand stroking Alfonse's stomach lightly. "And admit it, you want a feel of these abs too. Take the chance, Fjorm, there's enough room here."

Alfonse was more than a little shocked when he heard Fjorm sigh and felt her weight settle on his other side, two busts now pressing against him as delicate hands roamed over his upper body. Praise be to heaven for granting him such great control lest nature give his cognizance away.

People would kill to be in his position, but he'd kill to be out of it.

"So… you ended up confessing last night?"

Fjorm's question made Alfonse's ears perk up. How his eyes were still closed, and his breathing even escaped him, but maybe this was his chance to glean the girls' viewpoint in this mess.

"I did." Laevatein whispered back, hand coming up to stroke Alfonse's cheek. "I kissed him too, after trying to seduce him in some misguided desperation. He rebuffed that, thank the gods, but I told him I'd wait."

Fjorm hummed softly and stroked his cheek too. "Look at us, heaping this on him so suddenly. It wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't interested and just wanted to be friends…"

Alfonse almost dropped the charade at how heartbroken she sounded.

"It wouldn't surprise me either." Laevatein agreed. "Or if he turned me down for you. It's… it hurts to think it, honestly, so I'm kind of hoping he takes a while to think. It'll let me enjoy the interim."

Alfonse felt Fjorm reach across his chest and take Laevatein's hand. "Hey, don't say that. You've become friends with him so fast, even faster than I did. That says something about how you understand each other, it means something. For all we know… he'll choose you."

Fjorm choked on those words, clearly torn between hurting and trying to comfort her friend. Alfonse had to admire her, for it sounded like she'd support Laevatein if Alfonse gave his heart to the Muspel princess.

"Why not just let him date both of us." Laevatein tried to jest, touched by Fjorm's words. "I mean… there's no law against that right?"

Fjorm giggled and rested her head on Alfonse's chest. "That'd be the easiest, without doubt, but I don't think we'd be able to convince him or our families. Not to mention we'd probably get jealous about having to share his time."

"We do that already." Laevatein reminded. "And while I was determined to monopolize my time with him at first… it would feel weird not having you there with us. I don't even mind you being amorous with him now that I've had a night to sleep on it."

Fjorm was gaping at her if Alfonse had to guess. "You… come to conclusions remarkably quickly. Do you just process it better than most?"

"I don't like frivolity." Laevatein answered. "Nor do I like unnecessary steps. As such, when I have a problem, I ask myself to describe it in one word. After I have that word, the rest is easy."

Alfonse had to applaud the idea. Were it that he could sort himself so well.

Fjorm had the same opinion. "That's quite impressive actually. So… you'd be ok sharing him? Even if it meant he had to one day choose between us?"

"I don't mind overly much." Laevatein agreed. "It's… weird to bring up though. I mean, with his chivalry, he probably thinks dating more than one girl is vulgar."

Fjorm huffed. "It kind of is, considering no likes being with a two-timing jerk. It's just… this is Alfonse, we've made him uncomfortable enough as is. What right do we have of doing that to him when he's bound to want to give us an answer today? His honor will demand it, and I'm beyond amazed at how he's held off this long."

Laevatein was silent, obviously pondering those words. "…We'll still be friends after, right?"

Fjorm sat up, Alfonse feeling the shift in the hammock. "Of course, why wouldn't we be?"

"Just… thinking on that story from a couple nights back." Laevatein answered, hand gripping Alfonse's arm. "I don't want us to end up like that."

Fjorm chuckled quietly. "We're not exactly at each other's throats, Laev. Besides, Alfonse may rule one day, but our siblings will take the crowns of our kingdoms long before that happens. There's not as much pressure on that end I guess."

Laevatein laid her head on Alfonse's chest, voice lowered in an unknowingly futile attempt to be quiet. "Then let us leave it there and hear his decision. At the very least, we may enjoy the rest of this day before reaching that point."

"If he agrees to your idea, I'll eat my hat." Fjorm giggled. "It'll be just another sign that we were meant to be friends at some point I guess."

Laevatein chuckled in agreement before they were silent, simply enjoying each other's company and the warmth of Alfonse's skin. Alfonse himself kept up the charade of sleep for another few minutes before motioning he was soon to awake.

The girls didn't move, their eyes meeting his when he opened them. "Um… what are you doing?"

"Resting." Fjorm answered, smiling sweetly. "We have the boat rented and ready to go, same with our supplies."

Laevatein giggled. "They're just waiting on us. You looked so comfortable though, we had to see what was up."

Alfonse knew quite well that wasn't the case, but he'd be mad to reveal himself now. "Just… let me know next time, ok? I'll be glad to hand it over so we're not jammed in like this."

Fjorm had a flirty look come over her. "I certainly don't mind. I've had a look, but to feel the training you've put yourself through… I feel like I should thank someone."

Alfonse pinched his nose. He was honestly wondering where the shy and unsure Fjorm he remembered had gone. "Let's… just get ready. It'll be dark by the time we get back and I don't want us falling asleep on the wharf."

Fjorm was disappointed he didn't react like she wanted, but got out of the hammock. Alfonse followed, only for Laevatein to yelp as the sudden shift in weight sent the fabric spinning and her to the sand. When they went to check on her, she was face down in the sand, stunned.

"Sorry, Laev!" Fjorm said as she leaned down to help her friend. "I didn't think you were that far on the edge."

Alfonse did the same and they pulled her upright, though they got some sand spat on them as Laevatein cleared her mouth. "Ugh, should've expected that. Now I've got grit in my teeth, anyone have water?"

Alfonse handed her a flask, Laevatein swishing the liquid before spitting it out. "Thanks, sorry about that. Now then, let's get on our way, I have fish to catch."

"We have fish to catch." Alfonse corrected with a chuckle. "Actually, take the hammock with us, we can use it as an awning after setting anchor."

Fjorm liked that idea and took down the hammock while Laevatein put her sundress back on. Alfonse grabbed his shirt, ignoring the disappointed mutterings of the girls when he put it on, and gathered the rest of their things. "Ready to go?"

Fjorm nodded after pulling her sundress on, her hat returning to its perch. "We are, let's go! I can't wait to see that reef up close, it'll be magical!"

"I call the wheel!" Laevatein shouted back, already setting off for the wharf. "I was taught how to steer a vessel in case of emergencies, so just direct me and I'll get us there!"

Fjorm and Alfonse gave chase, the trio indulging in a short race once everyone was caught up. Despite carrying the most items, Alfonse just barely came in second while Fjorm ended up losing because of the tarp she was carrying.

"Next time," She panted as they walked towards the boat they'd rented, "you carry the tarp. It's only fair considering you just had bags."

Laevatein giggled. "Fine, fine, I'll do it next time. Wouldn't want to burden our dear prince here with that as well."

"I don't mind carrying things," Alfonse said, "I mind carrying them while running. Regardless, if I may ask, what has you so interested in sailing Laev?"

Laevatein hummed as they boarded, the wharf crew helping them unmoor the boat. "Well… it's freedom to be frank. I've flown before, yes, but not with the mount under my command. With this ship, or any ship I sail, then the freedom to choose is mine. That, and I like the way the water flashes by, same with the wind in my hair."

Alfonse could already picture her hair whipping behind her like silk. "I see… and you Fjorm? I never did ask why you're so excited to see the reef."

"I… always admired life and its ways." Fjorm answered, Alfonse helping her set the sail. "In Nifl, you grew up appreciating the many ways life found to survive in the cold, yet I've only ever dreamt of such natural beauty as I've seen thus far. Just the idea of all those creatures, living in harmony, with such vibrant displays… it makes my very soul shudder in awe."

Alfonse was not expecting such a spiritual answer, but he appreciated the honesty. "I see… I too was always impressed by the land I call home, both for the water we now sail on and the life it holds. It's very freeing to go out amongst the wind, whether that be on the sea or the fields, and see what the world holds."

Fjorm gave him a grin, hands tight on the rope as Laevatein directed them into the sea. "I'm sure I've said this before, but you and Commander Anna truly chose well. It's been an honor to be with you on this trip, and I can't wait to see where we go next."

"Same!" Laevatein called, handling the wheel like an old hand. "Gods, this breeze is amazing! Fjorm, give that rope a tug, let's speed this up!"

Fjorm did, the sail catching the breeze and sending the boat flying. Fjorm stumbled a bit at the sudden change, but Alfonse caught her, everyone laughing at the exhilarating feel of the sea zipping past beneath them and the wind whipping above.

Fjorm, ever brave, went to the side of the boat and laid down, her hand going into the water. "Wow! Alfonse, try this, it's like I'm cutting the water!"

Alfonse laid beside her and did the same, chuckling at Fjorm's glee. "It's amazing no? It's almost like we can understand how a fish swims."

Fjorm laughed and swooped her hand through the water, imitating a fish. "Indeed… go ahead and help Laev, Alfonse, I'll keep an eye out for the reef."

Alfonse gave her a surprised look but stood and went to check the rigging. Fjorm remained where she was, gazing into the water dreamily, so Alfonse felt secure in turning his attention to their erstwhile skipper.

"What do you think?" Laevatein asked when he stepped up beside her. "Told you I could steer a ship."

Alfonse nodded absently, preferring to watch her ponytail whip in the wind. "That you can. Whatever doubt I held, you've long expunged with this showing."

Laevatein shot him a roguish grin. "You know, I wouldn't mind living this life, after everything's done. Obviously, we must return at some point, but… I feel like there's something to look forward to out here on the water."

She winked and looked back to the sea. "We shouldn't be much longer to the reef at this speed. If you wouldn't mind managing the sails, I'll weigh anchor after they're furled."

Alfonse tilted his head at the dismissal but went to the sails. Not ten minutes later, Fjorm started shouting in glee as they arrived at the reef. Alfonse quickly furled the sails and wandered to the back of the boat where Fjorm was watching Laevatein kick the anchor into the water. "Are you sure that won't hit anything?"

Laevatein shrugged as the chain clattered into the water before coming to an abrupt stop. "I chose a spot where the reef drops into sand, it'll be fine. Beyond that, want to take a dive right quick and see how far down the reef is? Last thing we need is you two not getting a close look."

Fjorm looked to Alfonse for confirmation before taking off her sundress and hat. Then she kicked off her sandals and jumped into the sea, treading water for a moment before her head went under and she started to dive.

"It shouldn't be too far down." Alfonse mused as they waited for her return. "When we saw the whales, the captain of that ship had to go around since the reef was close enough to run aground on."

Laevatein shrugged and looked to the mast, eyes calculating. "Once she's back, mind helping me get the tarp set up? I'll get to fishing while you two swim."

Alfonse nodded, and they settled in to wait, chatter flowing for a few minutes before Fjorm surfaced. "Guys, it's amazing! The reef's only five feet under the keel and looks to go down for another twenty at least! There's so many fish!"

Alfonse breathed a sigh of relief. They'd come close to hitting the reef. "I'll be down in a second, just need to help Laev with the tarp. Be warned, she's going to fish!"

Fjorm laughed and swam to the boat's edge, hands latching onto the edge. "Fine by me, just don't hook us!"

"I'll try my best." Laevatein replied dryly. "Just don't be mad if I hook a real big sucker."

Alfonse had finished turning the tarp into an awning by then, his shirt and sandals settling next to the mast. "You don't need help getting the rod and bait set right?"

Laevatein was already on it. "Don't mind me, go and enjoy. I'll have my fun later."

Alfonse didn't want to leave her out of this, but Laevatein looked determined to make up for the catfish fiasco at the start of their trip. "Alright, just let us see where you cast so we can avoid it."

Laevatein gave him a flat look before pointing to the side of the boat opposite where Fjorm was floating.

"Alright then." Alfonse sighed, finally seeing Laevatein wanted him off the boat. "We'll join after a little while, but feel free to take a nap or join us. There's a lot to see."

Laevatein shook her head with a smile and took a seat on the deck, hands playing with the hook. "I'll think about it. Now shoo."

Alfonse chuckled and hopped over the railing and into the water, Fjorm paddling up to him excitedly. "Come on, there's so much to see! Oh, I think I see a parrotfish!"

Her head disappeared with a splash, Alfonse taking a deep breath before following.

His eyes beheld wonder as Fjorm swam ahead, colors of all kinds stretching out before him. Fish and coral of all sizes and purpose filled the water with life, a sea-turtle poking its head up over the reef only to get bored and swim the other way.

He looked to find Fjorm waving him closer to the coral, pointing to an anemone with a family of orange fish swimming about it. Alfonse nodded in appreciation before pointing at something else, the pair swimming off.

Their adventure went on for what felt like hours, Fjorm and Alfonse growing so comfortable in the water together that they started to swim around each other very closely, almost touching at times. They had laughs whenever a fish scared one of them or a particularly absurd crab did a dance for them.

They beheld beauty when a school of rays flew by, cutting through the water like birds in flight, followed shortly by a huge school of mixed blue and green fish that the reef funneled. Then they spotted octopi and squid going on their merry way, one of the octopi even changing color before their eyes.

Fjorm even played peekaboo with the turtle Alfonse spotted earlier.

They also spotted a few marlins pass through the area, the speed of their hunt aweing them both. It was so amazing, the life in this place, that on their last dive before taking a break, Alfonse led Fjorm toward the bottom of the reef.

Curious, she followed beside him, only to nearly gasp in surprise when Alfonse moved aside some kelp to reveal an entire bed of clams. The sheer number of them packed into the small space between the coral was impressive enough, but their shells were a cornucopia of swirling colors and designs.

As a few opened, she even spotted pearls.

Alfonse was more than pleased with Fjorm's reaction, he even gave her a teasing flutter with his eyes and clasped his hands before his chest, as if imitating a starstruck maid.

Fjorm punched his shoulder before gesturing to the clams.

Alfonse blinked in surprise before nodding and choosing three clams. As they opened, he reached forward and grabbed the ones that held his prize. One held a resplendent white pearl, the next holding a silky black pearl, and the last held a pink pearl.

He stowed the black and pink clams before turning away and prying the last clam open. It was sad he had to do it, but the creature refused to open wide enough to take the pearl out.

Once done, Alfonse turned back to Fjorm and held out the pearl, her eyes widening and hands flying to cover her mouth in surprise.

Alfonse gave her a smile and beckoned her to take the pearl, which Fjorm did carefully. She examined it for several moments before smiling at Alfonse and kicking close to him.

Alfonse was surprised at the intrusion, but was even more so when Fjorm wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, the pair floating in the water tranquilly.

Then the need for air broke the kiss and sent them back to the surface, both gasping and coughing as air filled their lungs.

"What…" Alfonse gasped as they made for the boat. "Was that?"

Fjorm panted as they made the boat, each holding onto the wood tightly. "It… was a thank you, Alfonse. For this pearl, for this trip, and frankly for continuing to treat me so well after last night. You're a true friend, no matter what, and I wanted you to know that."

Alfonse couldn't help but touch his lips in confusion. "Ok, but… a kiss? You could've just hugged me, wouldn't have given me a heart attack."

"Call it selfish." Fjorm muttered as she pulled herself onto the boat, pearl still cradled in her grip. "But I know you and your honor. I know you've been taught to give an answer to something like what I and Laev did last night as soon as possible. It speaks to your character that you wish us to have fun first."

Alfonse sighed and pulled himself onto the boat as well. "Fjorm… I will give an answer, as you say, but let us continue to enjoy the rest of the day. Leave this until its time, that's all we can do."

Fjorm looked to the pearl in her hand and nodded. "…Alright. Thank you for at least giving me one more day, Alfonse. No matter what ends up happening… I can at least look back on this trip fondly."

She scooted over to him and kissed his cheek one more time before standing. "I'm going to take a nap, if you don't mind. Hey Laev, catch anything?"

"I caught a marlin!" Laev cheered as her friends joined her, the great sailfish strung up next to her. "Got a bunch of other white fish and some weird fish with red scales and a hooked nose. Alfonse, can you tell me what this thing is?"

She held up the fish in question, Alfonse recognizing it instantly. "That's a salmon! That's weird, they don't usually travel through this area."

Laevatein's eyes sparkled. "I know salmon make great food, even if I've never seen the fish before now. We'll have a real good time back on the beach."

Alfonse agreed, a quick glance showing Fjorm already laid out under the tarp with her towel beneath her and her sundress an improvised blanket. She was asleep.

"Let's get this preserved." Alfonse whispered, gesturing to a pair of barrels next to the wheel. "That is brine right?"

Laevatein nodded and they started gutting the fish. The guts themselves were given back to the sea while the meat was carved and placed into the brine so it wouldn't spoil. Once they were done and the local predators had their fill, Alfonse had an idea.

"Hey, Laev."

Laevatein looked up from cleaning the carving knife she'd used only to blink when Alfonse scaled the mast. "What… are you doing?"

Alfonse held up the pink pearl, almost laughing when he saw Laevatein's eyes lock onto it. "I found this on the reef while diving with Fjorm. I gave her one for helping me find the clams, but now if you want this…"

"You'll have to catch me."

Laevatein cocked out her hip and stared at him coolly. "Really? You want me to chase you around this little boat just for a pearl?"

"Here I thought you liked a competition." Alfonse teased, starting to enjoy this bold idea. "And I know you're more than capable of catching me. Could it be… you're afraid of falling into the water?"

A fire lit in Laevatein's eyes, her sundress flying off dramatically along with her sandals and hair tie. "Bring it, Prince. I'll take that pearl off you and make you bow to your better."

"Big words," Alfonse teased back, body tensing in preparation. "Let's do this."

Laevatein leapt forward and bounded up the mast, Alfonse dancing out onto the sail's spar. Laevatein gave chase, the two flying and leaping amongst the sails and rigging like pirates from a fairytale. How Fjorm slept through the creaking and slam of flesh on wood was a mystery, but both participants soon forgot the purpose of this chase.

They were having too much fun to take it too seriously, even if Laevatein really wanted to wipe that grin off Alfonse's face.

Eventually, after nearly tearing the sail and sending the ship a shaking, Laevatein had Alfonse cornered at the very tip of the boat, nowhere for him to escape as she stalked forward, a smirk on her face. "Looks like I got you now, Alfonse… that pearl's mine."

Alfonse was glancing around furtively, trying to find one last escape route. "Are you sure about that? Far as I can tell, the pearl's still in my hand."

Laevatein gave him a lazy grin, assured of her victory. "Let's change that, shall we?"

She was close enough to reach for Alfonse's hand, the pearl sparkling in the dying light of the sun, but Alfonse pulled it out of reach. Laevatein frowned and tried again, Alfonse jerking it away once more.

This continued for several minutes, Alfonse using his slight height advantage and longer arms to keep the pearl out of Laevatein's grip, even as she started to whine in annoyance.

"Stop that!" She burst, lunging for the pearl.

Alfonse was expecting the attempt and leaned away again, arm going around her waist as they tumbled over the side and into the water. Laevatein came up sputtering while Alfonse laughed. "See, you can swim!"

Laevatein glared at him in annoyance, but begrudgingly noted the sea wasn't that much harder to swim in than a lake, considering how gentle the waves were. "Fine… you win. We need to go soon, is there anything else on your mind?"

"Come and see the reef before the light fades." Alfonse answered, making Laevatein's eyes widen. "The water may sting your eyes at first, but you get used to it quickly. Laev, it's so beautiful, I can't let you pass up this chance."

Laevatein looked back to the boat, her hair floating languidly in the water.

Then she sighed and nodded. "Very well… but only a few minutes, I'm getting hungry."

Alfonse chuckled and swam over to her, taking her hand gently. "Alright, on three. One… two… three!"

On cue, they took deep breaths and dove, Laevatein wincing as the salt-water stung her eyes. It left shortly after and she beheld the reef in all its glory, creatures of the night starting to make their presence known through flashing lights of their own making.

The color, grandeur, and sheer amount of life that Laevatein now bore witness to was staggering. To think so much beauty and vibrancy existed where so many never thought to look.

Alfonse was pleased with Laevatein's clear awe, the princess glancing about furtively trying to memorize every last detail. Alfonse though was more enraptured by her, the fading light making her chocolate skin glow while her hair hung in the water like spider's silk, almost ephemeral despite its volume.

It was right up there with the joyful glow Fjorm was suffused in during their dives, the light and colors of the reef dancing across her skin while her hair shown gold and cerulean. He was even sure a few guppies had mistaken her hair for coral at some point.

Kind of like how the small fish that Laevatein had been staring at started darting in and out of her hair.

Laevatein shook off her wonder as her lungs demanded respite. Pointing up, she kicked for the surface with Alfonse right behind, the two surfacing next to the boat.

"That… was amazing." Laevatein panted as she grabbed the deck's edge. "Such color… so much life… it was beautiful."

Alfonse grabbed the deck and laughed. "Glad my little chase paid off. I was going to give you the pearl anyway, but I had to come up with something to get you into the water."

"Why do you think I stripped?" Laevatein asked rhetorically. "Anyway, that was something else. I'm glad you decided to show me, I may have been too stubborn otherwise."

Alfonse chuckled and held out his hand, the pink pearl shining. "Here, take it. I swear I won't pull it away."

Laevatein shook her head with a smile and reach out to take the pearl.

Only to grab Alfonse's wrist and pull him close, her other hand cupping his chin. While he floundered, Laevatein caught the pearl out of the air and kissed him deeply. Alfonse proceeded to ponder what he'd done in a previous life to earn this while surreptitiously noting how lovely Laevatein's hair was floating around them.

When she had her fill, Laevatein pulled back and sighed. "Apologies, but… I needed to do that one more time. Fjorm said you've been taught to give an answer to confessions as soon as you can, and… I wanted to have that last kiss to hold on to. Just in case."

Alfonse didn't have a response so Laevatein continued. "I don't think I've said this, but you and Fjorm have become the closest friends I've ever had. Some of the things I've told you guys, not even my sister knows. I just really want you to know that I'll still call you my friend, no matter what."

She smiled sadly, the slap of water against the boat somehow making the sight even sadder. "And thank you, for believing I could change. That there was something worth saving when I'd long given up the idea of living. I can never put it into words how glad I am to have met you, Alfonse, and I doubt I'll ever meet another like you."

Alfonse sighed with a gentle smile. "Honestly Laev, I don't think I'll meet another like you or Fjorm. It's been a week, but we've had so much fun. If nothing else, just let tonight be a time of fun like the last few days. Leave this until its time, that's for the best."

Laevatein nodded quietly, her hand reaching out to touch Alfonse's chest. "I know… I know that… but please, can you do something for me?"

Alfonse tilted his head and nodded. "Sure, what is it?"

Laevatein didn't look at him, her voice tinged with sadness. "Please… make Fjorm happy, ok?"

"I… I can't be between you two anymore. It's not right."

Alfonse blinked in shock, but Laevatein shook her head. "Just… don't mention that to her please, I wanted to get that off my chest. I had all night and today to think about this Alfonse, don't try and dissuade me."

"Just let me have fun the rest of the night. I won't complain after you give your answer either, just let tonight be the best I've had. I'll cherish it forever."

Alfonse tried to stop her, but Laevatein pulled herself onto the boat and dashed to the tarp, the pearl cradled in her hands. Alfonse pulled himself up and made to give chase, but Fjorm had already woken up and causing a scene was a bad idea.

"Look at all that." Fjorm whispered as she walked p to him. "Life creating light all its own."

Alfonse pushed his worry aside and gazed out at the water. Indeed, the entire sea was full of twisting and twirling bands of light, from soft blues to foamy greens. Even as the sun sank below the horizon and the sight of torches drew them to the shore, their way was lit by the life of the sea.

The ride back was quiet, Fjorm admiring the glowing sea while Laevatein focused on their course. Alfonse in turn felt his answer solidify, for he could not go through with breaking anyone's heart.

Not after both had called him a friend and sworn to remain as such no matter the choice. Not after Laevatein had decided to throw away any possibility of being with him just so Fjorm could be happy.

He wouldn't stand for either of them to be sad.

With this determination set in his breast, Alfonse saw to getting the kindling and utensils needed for them to cook the fish Laevatein had caught. He kept quiet about the girls and their wants, not wanting to tip them off, but laughed and joked with them as usual.

Even when dinner was done, after they'd soaked the fish to remove the salty brine flavor of course, he bided his time until the girls were satisfied. Admittedly, that took going through another race along the sand and several dances using distant music as a guide, but he could tell both girls were satisfied with their day by how they looked to the stars.

"Do you remember that story I told you girls a few days ago?"

They looked at him confused before Alfonse pointed to a familiar trio of stars. "I just wanted to say I'll be doing more research on that when we get back. If the story's shared across our kingdoms with only slight changes, maybe I can find something more concrete to help our relations."

Fjorm nodded in interest. "That would help immensely yes, showing we're all not so different."

"It would help my sister, should that day come." Laevatein agreed. "I still don't know how you plan to defeat Father, but is it bad of me that I'm kind of hoping you do?"

They laughed and went silent again, Alfonse internally growling at the stall in conversation. It looked like he'd have to bite the blade and be done with it.

"Fjorm, Laevatein, can I tell you both something important?"

The girls looked at him, each resigned and believing they'd be rejected. It was mature of them not to get their hopes up, but Alfonse hoped this would give them joy instead. "When I was in the hammock this morning… I heard your talk."

The girls went wide eyed, but Alfonse pressed on. "I heard you discussing my possible answers and how you'd still be friends afterwards no matter what. That you'd support each other no matter what I decided. I even heard you jest about sharing me."

The girls laughed nervously, Fjorm speaking for them. "Yeah, we were kind of caught up in it. You should've told us though, now I feel rude."

Alfonse took a deep breath. Moment of truth.

"What I'm telling you is that I'm ok with that."

Laevatein and Fjorm stared at him in abject shock, Laevatein the first to find her voice. "…Come again? I just heard something impossible."

"Call me a coward or a lecher if you must." Alfonse said, tone hard as steel. "Call me spoiled or whatever horrid title you wish. All I know is that my heart cannot decide between the two friends I have before me, who have in their own way taken hold of my heart. To choose one would split me in two, yet I am too much a coward to let you both go. That is my decision…"

"I want to court both of you."

Fjorm and Laevatein's jaws dropped, neither of them expecting Alfonse to want to court both of them. Their joke had suddenly turned serious, especially when they'd just passed it off as wishful thinking.

Yet, here they were.

"Are… are you sure?" Fjorm asked incredulously, hope rising in her breast. "I mean… I thought you'd be against something like that. I know my family certainly won't agree, and yours likely won't either."

"My sister would castrate you." Laevatein stated, equally confused. "I mean… it's just noy what either of us were expecting."

Alfonse shook his head with a smile. "Of course not, who would? It's just… talking to you both out on the sea made me make up my mind. Fjorm, you were so set on continuing to support Laev, even if I chose her over you, that I couldn't bear to break your heart."

Fjorm gripped at her dress's hem, not sure what to say.

"And Laev," Alfonse continued. "You were willing to set your own feelings aside if it meant Fjorm was happy, you were even set on supporting her like Fjorm would for you. I couldn't break your heart either after so selfless a choice."

Fjorm gasped and looked to Laevatein. "Laev… you were willing to let go of your feelings for my sake? That's… I don't know what to say…"

Laevatein looked away, voice bitter. "I said this soon after this trip started, but you've known Alfonse for so long. I forced myself in thinking it'd be a matter of seduction, but I've seen how you look at him."

She glanced to Alfonse. "You look at her the same way you know. It's warm and its loving, whenever you gaze at Fjorm, and I… I felt like I would never be looked at that way. Thus, I decided to step aside."

"T-that's not true!" Fjorm stuttered, surprising Alfonse and Laevatein. "He looks at you like that too, so warm and caring, it made my heart clench with jealousy! I thought he was falling for you, and after becoming your friend, I wanted to be supportive if he did. I… I just…"

She started to get emotional, but held out her hand when Alfonse went to comfort her. "I… I'm so… happy… and I don't know why…"

She looked to Alfonse, tears swimming in her eyes. "Maybe… it's because we don't have to be like the people in the story. Maybe we can be the ones in the version Sharena likes. Honestly…"

"I don't care if I have to forsake my heritage if it means being with you, Alfonse."

All was silent at Fjorm's declaration, Alfonse looking her dead in the eye and searching for any sign of deceit. He almost collapsed when he found none, wonder leaking into his words. "By heaven, you mean it. You'd… truly give up everything… just to be with someone like me…?"

"I don't understand."

Fjorm shook her head, but Laevatein stood, determination writ across her face. "If revelations shall continue to fall, then I'll throw in my own. I have found life with you both, as I've said, but I would do anything to hold on to that life and these friendships. I would do anything to be with Alfonse as well, even forsake my heritage and live a life in obscurity."

"…I would even help you against my father."

Alfonse was utterly floored. He was expecting many things, perhaps even joy if he were being arrogant, but to hear these girls willing to forsake their heritages, even their families, all for him…

"Alfonse…" Fjorm whispered, walking over and leaning next to him, her hand wiping away his tears. "As I said last night, I love you. I love you so much… but are you willing to do this? I know you said you wanted to court both of us, but… how do you feel now that we've told you this?"

Laevatein went to his other side and patted his back, a warm smile gracing her lips. "If you wish to court us both, then you feel the same as we do. There is no shame in admitting it, Alfonse, and know that we would never consider such actions for a man that didn't deserve them. You have earned our hearts, and we seem to have earned yours too."

She sat next to him and leaned into him. "It wouldn't be bad to get the happy ending, right? We may not be the Loves from the story, but maybe we can have what they couldn't."

"What do you think?"

Alfonse continued to cry, but in joy not sadness. The girls were more than willing, didn't think less of him, and his heart was soothed. He couldn't ask for more if he tried.

"…Thank you."

Fjorm took a seat on his other side and turned his head to face her. "Of course, Alfonse. It's as much a dream for me as it is for you."

She pulled him in for a long kiss, savoring the sensation now that she didn't have to hide. Her feelings could at last be on full display, and it didn't take Gunnthra to make it happen.

When she pulled back, Alfonse was guided into another deep kiss with Laevatein, the Muspel princess almost glowing with joy. She'd successfully captured Alfonse's heart, but for herself, not Muspel. It made the sensation all the sweeter, and she licked her lips when they parted.

Alfonse, after regaining his wits, couldn't help a low chuckle. "You know…"

He looked to the smiling girls, a dopey grin on his face.

"I think Sharena's gonna faint when she finds out how this worked out."

Fjorm and Laevatein started to laugh, the new lovers deciding to clean up the remains of their fire and meal. Once they were done, the girls latched onto Alfonse and they returned to the inn, where he was in turn forced to share the bed with them.

The day had been exhausting enough that all three fell fast asleep the moment their heads hit the pillows, a lone owl watching the scene amused.

It was so cute to see Alfonse with a grin on his face after years of hiding it away. Even more so when Fjorm claimed his chest as her new pillow barely ten minutes into her sleep while Laevatein snuggled into his neck.

It wouldn't be just Sharena that fainted, Feh knew that much.

It would probably be everyone in the Order.

Ch. End

That's a nice long chapter after so long. I apologize for the wait everyone, I got busy shadowing a surgeon. Let me tell you, healthcare has so much more paperwork than Grey's Anatomy would ever dare show. Not much drama when half your day is spent filling out forms and reports.

I got to see a lot of cool stuff though! It was a great time and the surgeon, and his staff were super cool.

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