Jaina clapped her hands together, her gaze looking around the dull Bedroom of Arthas Menethil. She hadn't much time to examine the room when she'd first awoke but now that these strange turn of events had occurred, she was more interested in her new, possibly temporary, surroundings. The bed (Which she now noticed was a water bed) was unkempt. Thick covers dragged onto the shag carpeting with pillows tossed under the bed or thrown askew somewhere in the room. Two twin lava lamps sat on a blood coated altar dedicated to sacrificing all those who did not think NCIS Orgrimmar was the greatest show on Azeroth. A gnomish invention of a hologram screen sat across from the bed. Its screen was black, and there was a strange looking wand to probably control it lying on the floor. The walls were bare except for one poster of the entire Thunderbluff Bulls Gnome punting team signed by all the players. In a word, the room was very…manly.
"So, this is your first day of being evil." Arthas rubbed his hands expectantly, an excited smile dancing across his pale face.
Sighing, Jaina attempted to divert her attention from the disastrous room, mentally making changes already in her head. "Yes it is. So what's first?"
Arthas looked her over, his eyes scouring her figure. A frown replaced his wicked smile. "You need a new change of clothes.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Jaina asked tugging at the cuff of her long sleeved garment testily. She liked her style and more than one person had been transformed into a sheep criticizing it.
Arthas rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat bashfully. "Violet and white cloth is not very…intimidating. I mean we're trying to strike fear and terror into all of Azeroth, and you look like you're about to start selling muffins."
"Are you saying I am not intimidating?" She growled, her cerulean eyes blazing in fury.
Arthas seemed to shrink away, knowing talking to a woman about her fashion sense was dangerous territory even for the king of the dead. "Y-yes…I mean just for right now."
She snarled at him. "Well what do you suggest?"
Slowly, the Lich King walked to his closest, taking out a tight, form fitting black leather outfit. He held it out to Jaina smiling. "Pretty badass, am I right?"
Jaina had to admit it looked rather sexy and intimidating, although one thing bothered her. "Taking the hanger she glared at Arthas. "Why on Azeroth was this in your closet?"
"It's not mine, it's Saurfangs!" He cried out.
Jaina looked at the outfit and thing to Arthas. "Right." She said it so mockingly there was no hint that she was buying it.
After she dressed Arthas could not help but gawk at her. The top had no sleeves and revealed most of her stomach, leaving only a precarious little fabric covering the chest area. The bottom skirt went all the way down to her ankles, but possessed a slit on the side so high it suggested a host of things to the Lich Kings imagination. Although she looked stunning a little part of him thought he had looked better that one time he had tried it on.
"So now that I look the part, what's next?" Jaina asked leaning a bit on her staff.
"Evil deeds of course." Arthas replied nodding. "We could start small by unleashing all my minions at once and destroying the world in one fail swoop. Or be really evil and make unfunny jokes about certain legendary items and yelling them throughout the populaces of the trade districts in Orgrimmar and Stormwind."
"I think I have a better idea." Jaina said trying to smile evilly, yet only looking insane.
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"Scourge are coming in from the south!" A mage guard cried out from the lookout post in Dalaran.
The leader of the Kirin Tor, Rhonin, came bursting out of the command center where he stood about doing nothing all day.
"How many, man!" He yelled to the look out as the war mages got in their positions.
The guard stumbled. "Err…two Flying ones."
"Two?" Rhonin echoed unable to believe such. Using his magic powers to look beyond the walls he found that there were indeed only two the wretched Nurubian flying beast carrying with them a strange device.
All was silent as they set the device, on one of the bare floating islands near the city in the sky, obviously waiting.
"What are they doing?" Rhonin mumbled, confused.
On flat plateau in the frigid Storm Peaks, Arthas and Jaina watched from afar.
Arthas could only nod in impression. "Really Jaina I didn't know you had such evil in you."
She smiled but put a finger to her lips silencing him so they could hear the evil about to take place.
The two Scourge beasts fumbled with the contraption until they heard a click and darted away like bats out of hell.
There was quiet for a moment then a crackling sound arose from the strange device. "We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I…"
There was intense quiet, yet slowly but surely the screaming from Dalaran began. Arthas watched amazed at the floating city began to move away from the gnomish device. From atop the plateau they could hear the desperate cries to escape.
"It's so mediocre. Stop we beg of you!"
"Move this floating mountain city faster damn you, FASTER."
"Wanting to buy port to anywhere!"
"Somebody make it stop!" At that statement a random gnome was hurled at the device but fell short.
Even from here they could see scores of peoples jump from the walls taking their chances to escape from the awful music.
Arthas smiled at Jaina a plated hand wrapping around her own. Jaina stepped closer to him so that he could wrap an arm around her. They listened to the screams as the sweetest of symphonies. He smiled, kissing the top of her forehead. "I love you so much."
A/N: If you realized the legendary was Thunderfury a cookie for you. Also I dont own the song, and so on and so forth.