In his dreams, he saw the world slowly rotting away and dying- Náttúrumaður could see it from his point of view, it was like he was outside, in somewhere far away, just watching it act out as he heard a song, a song that echoed from the depths of the universe., when he turned his face towards the noise, he saw the star blinking at him, he thought maybe they were just twinkling like stars did, but those were not stars, but eyes. Eyes of an Endless Night that watched him intently, the song coming from it's lips as it hummed, he could not make up the melody since it was so strange, a mess of noises and a cacophony of groans and wails of pain, this was madness, and yet- He was perfectly fine.
"See, upon this world a great evil has fallen- The Abyss is slowly seeping into it and corrupting it, slowly taking over it, slowly influencing other planes of existence to corrupt the Material Plane." An ethereal voice whispered on his ear, making him shiver at the sweet tone- Because he was afraid of that voice, he could feel a dangerous aura around the person, as well as a strange soothing aura as well- Two sides of the same coin. "Life, Death, and Nature- Two sides of the same coing, and the coin itself." The voice could definetly hear his thoughts, so he carefully thought about what he should think, and that was a paradox in itself, since if he thinks something and they can hear it, so he dosen't have anything to hide- They also must also know he is not in his first life.
"Well, that's kinda common- Not being in your first life, y'know? We deal with that kind of crap every day." Suddenly he felt an embrace, a heat surrounding his dream body, that suddenly made him blink and he no longer was in outer space, looking below at the world that was rotting, instead he was now before a court- Three majestic thrones before him, and in their thrones, three men.Each different from the other, in size, in build, in presence- One (The pink one) had a familiar presence, like Náttúrumaður knew him all his life, and all his death! Like he could eaasily die before him, and in the enxt moment, be alive and beautifully dancing to the most beautiful field flowers and plants in this world (and possibly others).
The man in the middle had a glowing golden hair, his presence was incredibly soothing and gentle, which easily made him ignore the aggressive and perturbing presence of the third man, the song sstill kept echoing in this endless darkness of a place, the only light source being the shining hair of the blond man before him. All their bodies sang in harmony to the madness the third man's soul produced in song, which made Náttúrumaður very, very confused. Because- They were three different things- Good, Neutrality, and Evil, and yet, they were perfeclty in harmony.
He didn't even dare to directly look at the third man, he could feel it, if he looked at him- he would go mad, he was sure of it.
"turn his face to me, child." The voice of the third man called him- it was like thousands of voices calling him, crawling in his skin, pulling his head to stare at the thing that called him- He couldn't, he refused, it scared the shit out of him, his body froze and he couldn't move at that moment as slowly, slowly and surely, his head was going to stare at the thing that was pulling him to look at it- It was at that moment, his eyes were closed by a large, calloused hand that he was slightly familiar with, but the voice that whispered on his ear made him sure to know who it was: "Close your eyes, dear." The slightly firltatious tone, the protectiveness, the hot palms, and that voice- He knew who it was.
Mokzaxirrathan.
"I see you also came- You heard his distress." The voice who called him a child chuckled, Mokzaxirrathan was closing his eyes and holding him by the waist, if he was holding him and protected him, who protected him!? "Your love is true." The voice of the blond god chuckle, which confused Náttúrumaður a little bit, until he heard the smaler, pink-haired god say: "I told you, they would be great Avatars- Of course we have to ask them their opinion, since they have a say on this!" There was slight scoff from the Nightmare he refused to look at, and even though he had his eyes closed, he could feel the stare he received from the pink, smaller god.
"Sure... Sure. Okay, veery well, i'll offer Mokzaxirrathan Grimspeaker to be my avatar, he already has a divine dragon's soul shard within him, which is slowly corrupting his soul- Interesting, if i make him m avatar..."The man chuckled, and that laugh sent shiver down Náttúrumaður's spine, since he knew very well that it was something bad- "Well, Mokzaxirrathan, do you want to be my Avatar?"
"What do i get out of that?" Mokza's voice asked hesitantly, making Nátt nervous, thinking he would accept the offer. "Well, you would receive many things- but most importantly, work and power, work you would have to do to keep your power, and power you would have to use on your work or anywhere else- i don't particularly care about what you do with the power i would give you if you want to be my Avatar."
"I accept." Náttúrumaður couldn't even say anything as he felt Mokzaxirrathan dissapear, as only he and the pink-haired god stood in a deserted plane, full of flowers and trees, no one else to be seen. "I also want to give you the same offer my dear husband gave it to your husband." Nátt blushed deeply at that declaration, which was technically true, but he did not know that! "I-... Why me?"
The god giggled- As if his question was a stupid one. "Well, my dear, beacsue you already have a shard of my power within you, you are the personification of your world's nature, you already are a God- Alebeit your godly powers are sleeping inside you, all i can do for yuo is to offer you to be my avatar, which would awaken that power within you and you'll be able to take revenge on those who destroyed your forest." Náttúrumaður was about to ask another question when the god answered: "Don't worry about your lover, he is awake now, he just accepted to be my dear husband's avatar, which will take a while to get used to- But don't worry, if you accept being my Avatar, you'll become just as powerful."
"If i say yes, i can kill the one who sent the dragon to destroy my forest?"
"Well, yes, and much more."
"That's enough for me- I accept it."
There was a smirk on the god's lips as he blinked, opening his eyes to stare at the broken ceiling of his cave.
-Author Note-
The love and protectiveness that Mokzaxirrathan felt for Náttúrumaður literally dragged him to a god's domain when he felt that Náttúrumaður was in distress- If that isn't love, theni don't know what that is.