Owned by: Catherine Fisher
Warning: SHORT; suggested J/K, one-sided J/H; Hakon-centric
Note: I apologize for such a late update! What with schoolwork and computer problems, I found little to no time for posting on FFnet. I promise this will NOT happen again, and as assurance of that I've been working diligently on a couple new installments for this =)
Dauntless Pluck
7: Closest Ally
Summary: Jessa was feeling mischievous, and Hakon seemed like the perfect accomplice in her never-ending quest to make Kari smile.
"Please, Hakon?" Jessa knew he would agree; he always did. She was his greatest friend, and she considered him one of her closest allies … but never the closest. That position was already filled when he met her, and while he wished desperately it could be his, he knew that without her 'closest ally' they would never have met.
He heaved a sigh but nodded in compliance, "I suppose, but if there are snowballs involved then kindly exclude me from whatever you've got planned."
"Fine, fine … although I think you ended up at the brunt of them all because Thorkil likes teasing you," Jessa laughed, and he couldn't help but smile. And then, low and behold, Kari rounded the corner and nearly collided with her, ending their moment and pushing him from her mind altogether. Kari blushed, although it was hardly comparable to the one marring Jessa's face.
Hakon frowned; why couldn't it be him? Couldn't she see that it wouldn't work; that they were too different? But of course, he knew she felt no such thing; she was Jessa, stubborn and unrelenting, and he was Kari, cunning and prescient. They would traverse any obstacle … even Hakon, if he allowed himself to become one.
But he wouldn't; he owed them and he cared for them far too much. So as they shyly met gazes he took his leave, as he often did … as he always would.