Hello from the Other Sideeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Yeah, hi guys. How're you doing? It's been a while. I mean literally, I had to refer back to my other work to see how I formatted them. It's that bad. I've really been stuck for ideas, but I knew I should update this. Thanks for all the reviews, the favourites, the follows – all that stuff. And thanks to Aster for pointing that thing out, I half-acknowledged that while writing XD. I wrote this in the present tense because, while writing, I kept slipping into present tense, and I decided it was easier to write it like that. I hope you guys like this, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.
The door creaks behind me as I enter what I like to call 'The Temple of Doom,' and what the staff like to call – 'The Staff Room [STAFF ONLY – WE'RE TALKING TO YOU, ETHAN]'.
I walk sluggishly to the nearest free chair and plop myself down, my head facing downwards the whole time. I stub my toe on chairs and tables a couple times. "Alex, what have you done this time?" I wince at the sound of Erik's voice. His words sound strangled, as if he's trying not to curse. I tense up, and brace myself for a lifetime of scolding. "For one you're all over the news –- I thought you were more cautious than this! And what exactly were trying to do out there?!" I was trying to save lives. I focus on the floor; on my feet dancing nervously across the carpet. "This was your last chance, Alex. You've blown it. You. Have. Completely. Blown. It." I'm not a child. You don't have to talk slowly so I understand. I bite my tongue to stop words spouting out of my mouth. He really isn't making this easily. "What-what did you think this would accomplish anyway?!" He yells, his voice raising in agitation. "What would it do?!" 'What would it do?!' I was just trying to help! I thought you wanted to delay Ragnorok?! Or was I mistaken. I suddenly find myself standing up, snarling in the face of Erik. He looks utterly dumbfound. I'm panting the way I do when I get riled up, and I think I need my asthma inhaler. Did I just do that thing where I think I'm shouting in my head but I'm actually shouting out loud? Oops. Everyone stops what they're doing. Their hands gravitate slowly towards their coffee cups, towards their paperwork, towards the door handle, but never actually get there. My mouth feels dry. Erik's face has turned red. When he speaks his voice is steely calm, but no louder than a whisper. "Leave."
"Erik-"
"Leave. We'll discuss this later." My vision blurs, and I know that I can't fix what I've done; what I've said. I take my asthma inhaler out of my pocket and walk out of the staff room, every single one of my footsteps echoing in the silence.
You know when you think that the chapter you're writing is really, REALLY long, but when you look back on it, it's really not. Tears. Actual tears.
The words that are slanted is what Alex is thinking, and 'Erik' is Erik Bloodaxe. Yes, Alex has asthma – I've always thought it would be cool to be so defiant and so brave, but have a weakness. I hope you like this; if you do, then please follow, favourite, review and all that schist. I'm going to start working on a 'Happy birthday, Magnus Chase,' oneshot soon, since it was his 17th birthday on the 13th January. If you have any ideas, please let me know. Uh , thanks guys. That's really all I have to say.
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MarshmallowSkies.