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The Possibilities of Noodle Making
The Tidelord was not a dragon many of the deities visited. He was far too gloomy to keep an upbeat conversation and most would avoid him in fear of hearing a bad future of some sort. In truth, he was actually a little lonely and none of his children, save for the brave souls that could withstand the pressure, ever came down to see him. Even the exalted ones could not quell his loneliness, for they were far too busy making their own prophecies to give him company.
There was one, however, that did see him more often than not. The Windsinger was a free soul, coming and going by his own whims as he traveled the world. Though the two had warred in the past, he was the one to give the water deity a sense of solace whenever he was feeling particularly lonely. Sometimes he was able to bring some cheer into his life, while others…
“Tiiiiidelooooord~”
…The noodle god could be downright
annoying.
“What is it, Windsinger?” he grumbled, watching the bubble trail that the wind deity left float by.
“Nothing, just wanted to drop by,” he purred, wrapping his body around the other dragon.
“Gah! Get off me!” He tried to push Windsinger off of him, but to no avail.
“Why? You know you like it~”
“No I don’t, I don’t want anyone touching me so GET OFF!”
“Ugh, fine. Party pooper…” He slid off the Tidelord, causing the other dragon to sigh in relief.
“Much better…” Tidelord took a couple of paces into his lair before he froze midstep at the noodle dragon’s next words.
“You know, we should fight again sometime.” The water deity spun around so fast that Windsinger thought he invented a new dance move.
“Why would we ever do that again?” he hissed, “You know what happened last time we did so!”
“Yep. Stormcatcher. Wouldn’t it be great to have another?” Cue the water dragon kneeling onto the floor and putting both claws on his face.
“I was talking about the mutual destruction both of us caused in the First Age,” he said, claws coming off his face, “I have foreseen what would happen if we have another battle and it would not bring a new god into this world.” The wind god looked a little put off by that statement and swished his tail.
“…Oh,” he said before perking up, “Well then we’ll just have to keep trying until we-“
“My answer is and always will be no, now stop talking about that!”
“But whyyyyy?” he whined. Tidelord made a frustrated noise.
“Do you want all of your children to meet a bloody end by this sort of battle or not?” he snapped. That shut him up. “I didn’t think so. Now let’s stop talking about it and change the subject.” The other dragon let out a snort.
“Fine then, what do you propose, oh great Tidelord?” He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by a vision. He promptly turned around, headed towards a wall…and proceeded to bang his head against it. “Tidelord are you okay?”
“Fine, just…fine,” he grumbled, “How about we not talk for a few minutes?”
“But not talking is boooooring!”
“I have a headache right now, I would prefer it if you stopped talking.”
“That’s because you banged your head on the wall.”
“Just. Stop. Talking.” Windsinger made a few squeaks before sighing.
“Fine,” he huffed, curling himself onto the floor. Tidelord sighed and relished the moment of silence that followed.
“So I heard something interesting from your children on my way here, Tidelord,” Windsinger piped up, a smirk gracing his face. …Of course he had to break it.
Of course.
“I don’t want to know.”
“No? Surely you’d be interested in what your children think of you,” he said, crawling over to the water deity and once more curling his body around him.
“No I do no- Get off of me!” he roared. No matter how much he struggled, Windsinger was stuck to him like a sleeping Spiral.
“Nope~” Pause. “Hey. Hey Tidelord.” He let out a frustrated noise.
“Don't you
dare-”
“Noot noot.” The angry bellow that followed nearly shattered the noodle god’s eardrums and he was used to breaking the sound barrier!
“Get out! Get out now!” he roared, trying to disentangle himself from the other deity.
“Oh come on, I thought you wanted the company!” he whined with a silly grin on his face. Tidelord stopped to give him a glare before grinning mischievously.
“No, what I want is this!” He mashed his lips against Windsinger’s, causing the other to untangle himself and lay on the ground like a limp, wet noodle.
“I- You- Bwah?!”
“Noot noot. Now get out of my lair!”
“But-But-But- Why did you do that?!” he gasped, still looking like a limp noodle. More glares.
“Well excuse me
Hot Dad, but I don’t appreciate you staying here for a minute longer. NOW OUT!” The wind dragon slowly got up and shook his head.
“The other deities were right, no one can really understand what’s going on inside a water dragon’s head,” he mused as he swam out of the lair, smiling to himself. Unbeknownst to him, Tidelord was bringing a claw to his snout and groaning.
“Great raging whirlpools why did I do that?”
~*~
I REGRET NOTHING YOUR NOOTINESS. NOTHING.
