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viridian_magpie , who wanted something with Cas and Jormungandr
Title: Sea and Sun
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural & Norse Myth
Continuity: Set somewhere indeterminate after Win, Lose or Draw
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Jormungandr. Gen-ish
Summary: There's something ... different, about this
Wordcount: 408
Disclaimer: Not mine
viridian_magpie , who wanted something with Cas and Jormungandr Title: Sea and Sun
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural & Norse Myth
Continuity: Set somewhere indeterminate after Win, Lose or Draw
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Jormungandr. Gen-ish
Summary: There's something ... different, about this
Wordcount: 408
Disclaimer: Not mine
Sea and Sun
Castiel was far from unused to the passage of vast and awesome things. He had seen many mighty beings, faced them, fallen before them. He had watched Heaven itself fall, and Hell rise, and archangels bringing death from on high. He had seen many, many great and terrible things.
There was still something ... different, about watching Jormungandr. About flying above the surface of oceans and watching, fathoms below, the vast coils move across the abyssal plains. About watching this being, his friend, cradle the earth in his coils, hold it tight enough to throttle, should he wish, or to let it loose, let free the pressure of aeons and cause a world to shake itself apart, should it take his whim. To watch strength and power in slow, grinding slide across the width of a world, a vast and laughing current beneath the sea, a knot tied around reality and bound into the world.
And something different again about seeing ... about seeing the vast head breach the waves in the South Pacific, the great roll of water away from it, from the mass of it, and then ... then black eyes laughed up at him, this tiny creature fluttering above the vastness, and a vast, toothy mouth grinned happily, and Jormungandr boomed out his greeting. Canted his head to catch the sun, to lie black and glistening like a monstrous jewel in the sea and invite him to entrust his weight to a leviathan's friendship. Invite Castiel to be borne up by a friend, to know the warmth of endless sun on his wings, and the heat glowing up from dark scales to wrap around him. To know safety in coils that could crush a world.
Yes, there was something ... different about that. To know that, and see that, and trust that. As he had trusted no other power before, not since that first betrayal by Uriel, and none again, save ... save the family that circled around this meeting, perhaps. Save the family that held them both. But for this, for now ... it was different. It would always be different.
The sun wheeled through the vastness above them, and Jormungandr's coils stretched through the vastness beneath them, and Castiel had seen many great and terrible things, but this, to lie here, like this, in the warmth and the calm and the safety of a friend around him ... it was different.
It was ... nice.
Castiel was far from unused to the passage of vast and awesome things. He had seen many mighty beings, faced them, fallen before them. He had watched Heaven itself fall, and Hell rise, and archangels bringing death from on high. He had seen many, many great and terrible things.
There was still something ... different, about watching Jormungandr. About flying above the surface of oceans and watching, fathoms below, the vast coils move across the abyssal plains. About watching this being, his friend, cradle the earth in his coils, hold it tight enough to throttle, should he wish, or to let it loose, let free the pressure of aeons and cause a world to shake itself apart, should it take his whim. To watch strength and power in slow, grinding slide across the width of a world, a vast and laughing current beneath the sea, a knot tied around reality and bound into the world.
And something different again about seeing ... about seeing the vast head breach the waves in the South Pacific, the great roll of water away from it, from the mass of it, and then ... then black eyes laughed up at him, this tiny creature fluttering above the vastness, and a vast, toothy mouth grinned happily, and Jormungandr boomed out his greeting. Canted his head to catch the sun, to lie black and glistening like a monstrous jewel in the sea and invite him to entrust his weight to a leviathan's friendship. Invite Castiel to be borne up by a friend, to know the warmth of endless sun on his wings, and the heat glowing up from dark scales to wrap around him. To know safety in coils that could crush a world.
Yes, there was something ... different about that. To know that, and see that, and trust that. As he had trusted no other power before, not since that first betrayal by Uriel, and none again, save ... save the family that circled around this meeting, perhaps. Save the family that held them both. But for this, for now ... it was different. It would always be different.
The sun wheeled through the vastness above them, and Jormungandr's coils stretched through the vastness beneath them, and Castiel had seen many great and terrible things, but this, to lie here, like this, in the warmth and the calm and the safety of a friend around him ... it was different.
It was ... nice.
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