#sorryemil

[wordfighter]

hey!! i came from the stream just now!! (i'm Puzzleglum). how about the prompt “are you shivering?” with Emil and Lalli? oh, and goodnight!!

Hey! Sorry it took such time to get to this, I got… distracted.

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The adventure was over. Lalli hadfollowed Emil to Sweden like Onni had asked him to. Joining theCleansers weren’t all bad, apart from the stupidity radiating frompretty much everyone in the group. Lalli rolled over to his side,looked at Emil. Emil, who was still in his uniform even though it wasnight and time for them to sleep. Who had his arms wrapped aroundhimself and had pulled his knees up a bit. Who wasn’t in his sleepingbag because he had insisted that he was hot enough. Lalli raised aneyebrow.

”Are you shivering?”

Emil shook his head and wrapped hisarms tighter around himself, curled into a ball for real. Lalli satup, stared at Emil. He was definately shivering.

”You’re lying. Why?”

”Am not.”

”I’m not stupid.”

”Just… let it be, okay.”

Lalli sat up for a few more minutes,kept staring at Emil.

”Where’s your sleeping bag?”

Emil shrugged, rolled over and lookedat Lalli. His eyes were tired and Lalli froze.

”River, probably. The others like tojoke.”

He grabbed Lalli’s arm and tried topull him down. Lalli refused.

”C'mon, work tomorrow. We shouldn’thandle explosives if we’re tired.”

”Why the river?”

Emil shrugged again and let go ofLalli.

”Because I stink”, he rolled over,turned his back to Lalli. ”Sorry you have to share tent with me.”

Lalli laid down, pressed his face intoEmil’s neck, pressed his body against Emil’s and wrapped an armaround him. Definately shivering.

”You don’t stink. I like how yousmell.”

Emil huffed.

”You smell home”, Lalli continued.”And you’re shivering. Come on, we can share my bag.”

”It’s fine, I’m used to it.”

”Stupid.”

Lalli sat up, got out of his sleepingbag and unzipped it. He put it over Emil, laid back down and crawledclose. Emil rolled over on his back and Lalli put his head on Emil’sshoulder.

”We better wake up before theothers”, Emil muttered, ”or they’ll start with you too.”

”What?”

”Nothing. I’m warmer now, thankyou.”

Silence. Lalli listened as Emil’sbreathing got more relaxed, waited until he was almost asleep.

”I won’t let them do anything to youagain.”

Emil hmmed, but didn’t wake up. Lalliclosed his eyes, placed his hand on Emil’s chest. He fell asleepcounting the beats of Emil’s heart under his hand.

[windfighter]

whumptober. with emil & lalli.

Have a short little thing for this!

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Okay so maybe he shouldn't have gone ahead of the others, that was stupid. And maybe he shouldn't have entered the very sturdy building before the others had caught up to him. And he should definately not have kept moving when he realized something was following him.

And he should definately not have used explosives to defeat it.

Hindsight's a bitch. Emil coughed, then groaned as it pulled at his probably broken ribs. Dust hadn't settled around him yet, was still filling the pocket of air. His vision was swimming in and out and something sticky was trailing down the side of his face. He hoped it was troll-goo, but he was more than certain his head had taken a hit when the building came down around him. He groaned again, tried to move, but he was pinned down. He thought he heard Lalli yelling at him, calling him stupid.

”Lalli!”

It was supposed to be a call, but it was barely a whisper, hoarse, and he coughed again. Maybe he just imagined Lalli calling him stupid. He let his eyes slid close, forced them open again. Stone and wood shifted around him, a small ray of sunshine hit his eye, but disappeared again. His leg was getting wet. Hopefully troll-goo there as well but from the pain that shot up when he tried to move his leg away he doubted it. Mikkel would be so angry if... when they got him out of there. He coughed again, winced and took shallow breaths. Another ray of sunshine appeared. A face followed it and Emil blinked, couldn't open his eyes again.

”Hey, no. Don't do that, stupid.”

Lalli. Emil forced his eyes open again. Lalli's hands were cupping his face, looking at him. Emil winced at Lalli's fingers started examining his head. Lalli frowned and Emil's eyes started slipping close again.

”I said don't do that. Stay with me.”

Emil let out a hmm. More light started sipping in. Pain ripped through his head and he clenched his eyes shut. Lalli's fingers carded through his hair.

”Talk to me. Where does it hurt?”

”Head”, Emil wheezed out. ”Chest. Leg.”

”The others will be here soon. Keep talking at me. What happened?”

”Troll.”

The building shifted again. Emil choked on a scream and Lalli's hands grabbed his shoulders, tried to ground him and hold him to consciousness. Mikkel's head became visible through the gap in debris.

”We'll be there any second, just hang on.”

Emil let out another hmm. It was getting really heard to keep his eyes open. He blinked, tried to clear his head. It didn't help. Dark spots danced at the edge of his vision and another jolt of pain made them grow, clouded his vision completely. He blinked into consciousness again, noticed he could breathe a little easier.

”You blacked out”, Mikkel explained then looked into his eyes. ”Concussion. Your leg is broken.”

Emil groaned affirmatively and closed his eyes again.

”I'm gonna... pass out now. 'kay? 'Kay.”

He was pretty sure Lalli called him stupid again, but he was out cold before he could say something more. Hopefully he'd wake up again.

[artfighter]

so @oemuff told me I had to write Emil getting eaten by a snake but....

[windfighter]

Finally finding Onni doesn't end as they had planned.

[artfighter]

I heard you all were desperate for some more Emil-whump!

Prompt: Kidnapped

The real reason why the Västerström-family lost their fortune. (Okay I actually have no clue how much 10 million would be in Y90)

Note reads “Give us 10.000.000 before friday or you’ll never (see) him (again)”

[artfighter]

Prompts: Swollen, Food, Drugged

[artfighter]

Tuuri wasn’t quite the same ever since they managed to get her back from Tuonela.

Prompts: Clock, Research, Torture

Emil has needles stuck under his fingernails because I read that in a book once. It isn’t... very visible. One day I’ll learn how to draw. Today is not that day.

And yes, the cover to the book is obv made from human skin. Probably Reynir’s (either that or it was just something the swan had lying around since forever, you decide).

[artfighter]

Inktober 1. Today’s prompts were “stabbed” for whumptober and “friend” for inktoberssss and therefore a friend stabbing their friend before killing their opponent.

Sorry about the horrible art, it was just supposed to be a sketch but after doing this my head felt all mushy (thanks to the cold I managed to get) so eh, this is good enough.

[wordfighter]

How many thoughts can you think in just fifteen minutes? Turns out it's quite a lot.

[wordfighter]

How do you want to die: A murder of crows

Summary: The fog is thick and Emil has gotten away from the others. But he's not alone in the forest. Type: fanfiction/chapter story Words: 591 Category: Stand Still Stay Silent Genre: Horror Rating: Teen Characters: Emil Warnings: Character death, this time as well.

Read it here or at AO3

The forest laid silent. Emil shuddered. The fog rolled in thick, he could barely see his hand infront of him. Sounds were muffled. He had lost sight of the others. He had to stay on the trail or he'd be completely lost. Maybe he'd run into a giant or a beast. He shuddered again and hurried his steps. The trail split into two and he stopped. Listened.

”Sigrun?” he called. ”Lalli!”

No answer. He tried to remember the map, but he wasn't Lalli, he couldn't recall it. His breaths got shorter. He closed his eyes. Deep breaths. He calmed down a little and opened his eyes again.

Okay, he thought. I can do this.

He looked at the trails again, searched for any traces of the others. How had he fallen so far behind? He heard steps on the left trail, but they disappeared again.

Did I imagine it? Wishful thinking?

He bit his lip.

Should I wait here until the fog clears? Will they come back and look for me?

He vaguely remembered that Sigrun did not do backtracking. His only choice was to continue. He took another deep breath then stepped onto the left path. He walked quickly, if it was the others he heard he wanted to catch up to them. The forest got thicker around him, the fog thickened up as well. Even the sounds of his own steps got swallowed by it.

”Kra.”

Emil stopped, looked around.

”Kra, kra.”

The fog cleared for a second. Enough for him to see two crows sitting in a tree staring at him. Then it thickened again. Emil swallowed, kept walking.

”Kra, kra.”

Emil's breathing got shallower.

Crows are good birds, nice ones. They won't hurt me.

He walked faster. The fog cleared again. The trees were filled with crows, all staring at him. Their eyes seemed to glow.

”I'm imagining.”

Two of them left their tree, swooped over him. The fog thickened again. Kra, kra followed him as he walked, jogged, ran. He stumbled over a root, dropped his gun. It disappeared into the fog. He reached after it, but something picked at his hand. He pulled it back, moved away. Kra, kra. He got to his feet, stumbled onwards. Every now and then the fog cleared, let him see the crows still watching him. They swooped over his head, drove him on.

He couldn't see the trail any longer. Couldn't see his feet. Everything was white. He stumbled. Claws gripped his hair, ripped at his clothes and cut through his skin. Kra. Emil held his arms over his head, tried to protect it.

Claws dug into his back and he jumped forward, didn't land. The ground was gone and Emil fell. He screamed. His body hit rocks, kept falling. He could feel bone breaking as he tumbled down, now and then hitting a tree or a rock that was sticking out. Claws still pulled at his body, clawed at him.

Ground. Emil landed, couldn't move, couldn't scream. Blood was filling his mouth but he couldn't spit it out. He tried to swallow it, but instead he took a breath, and another. Blood filled up his lungs.

”Kra.”

”Kra, kra.”

The fog lifted. Emil saw crows surrounding him, sitting on any available spot. They flew closer, landed on his chest, pressed his already broken ribs further into his lungs.

”Kra, kra, kra.”

They came closer. Emil's eyes closed. When they started feasting on him he was dead.

[wordfighter]

The crew is crossing a piece of water in the Silent World, but something's hiding under the surface.

[wordfighter]

Emil is harming himself and the crew decides to help him tackle it.

[wordfighter]

A swift ball to the face sure can bring a lot of consequences.

[artfighter]

[artfighter]

“Emil is the Icarus.” -Lazy8

[wordfighter]

Alphabet Soup: Skating in the park

Summary: Tuuri, Emil and Lalli goes ice skating! Type: fanfiction/short story Words: 2531 Category: Stand Still Stay Silent Genre: Hurt/comfort, Friendship Rating: K+ Characters: Lalli, Emil, Tuuri Warnings: ???

Read it here or at ao3 or ff.net

Tuuri was excited, Emil could tell easily. Even Lalli, although he still wore his usual blasé expression, seemed to be excited. Emil tried to pretend he was excited at well, even though his body felt cold and his legs almost refused to move. It wasn't until they had gotten to the park and Tuuri had already disappeared onto the ice that Emil made his confession.

”...I've never skated before.”

Lalli raised an eyebrow, then continued tying his skates. Emil sank down on the bench next to him and fiddled with the skates in his hands. Lalli glanced at him, rolled his eyes and leaned back.

”It's easy.”

”Of course you'd say that, everything is easy for you.”

”Not everything.”

”Pff, what could you find hard?”

”Being friends with you.”

Lalli got up, stepped out onto the ice and skated around the lake. Emil watched him go, and almost before he could blink Lalli was back again.

”I can teach you.”

Emil hesitated, kicked off his shoes and started putting on the skates. He wasn't sure about this, but on the other hand...

”How hard can it be?” he smiled.

He pushed himself off the bench, his legs shook when he stood up. He tried taking a step and almost fell. Lalli grabbed his hand, balanced him a little, and Emil got out at the ice. The ice was slippery and Emil's skates wanted to go in every direction he didn't want to go, but with Lalli's help he eventually managed to find a stable position.

”Now what?”

Lalli let go of Emil, showed him the basic movements and then waited for him to move. Emil moved his foot almost two centimeters and almost got his face aquainted with the ice. Lalli's hands saved him again and then Lalli was pulling him along the ice. Emil's legs trembled, but when he finally got used to balancing on the skates it stopped.

”This is pretty nice”, he said.

Lalli almost smiled. Almost, but not quite. Emil looked around as Lalli pulled him along, noticed Tuuri talking to someone he recognized from public school and pulled away from Lalli when he noticed them turning in his direction. Tuuri waved to them and he lifted a hand to wave back, lost his balance and landed with a thud on the ice. He was certain he heard Lalli snigger, but the sound was drowned out by Tuuri's voice.

”EMIL! Are you OKAY!?”

Emil winced at the loudness in her voice, laughed and scratched the back of his head.

”Yeah, the wind caught me off-guard!”

Lalli was definately sniggering. Emil glared at him and tried to pull himself back to his feet, but found himself flat on his stomach instead.

”...a little help?” he asked after a few unsuccessful attempts.

He couldn't tell how Lallli did it, but then Emil was on his feet again. It took a few second to get his balance, and then Lalli pulled him along over the ice again.

”I'm letting go.”

”Dont let go.”

”I'm letting go.”

Lalli's hands let go of Emil's. Emil flailed and managed to keep his balance.

”I'm skating, Lalli!”

A large pile of snow abruptly ended his short victory. Lalli skated up to him once he finally dug himself free of it.

”...Maybe I should show you how to break.”

”You think?”

Emil got to his feet, without Lalli's aid, and watched as Lalli demonstrated how to brake. Emil bit his lip.

”You know, I think piles of snow is a much easier breaking strategy.”

Lalli shrugged, grabbed Emil's hand again and pulled him back out on the lake.

”You have to bend your knees.”

Emil followed Lalli's instructions, and then he was on his ass again.

”Too much?”

Lalli nodded and helped Emil up again. They kept working on it, Emil wanted to give up, but after half an hour he finally figured that part out. And that's when Lalli asked him to skate on his own. Emil took a tighter grip around Lalli's hands.

”You haven't shown me that yet!”

”It's easy. You just kick. Watch.”

Lalli pulled free from Emil's grip, took two turns around him and stopped infront of him again. Emil tensed his knees and took a step, to which Lalli sniggered again.

”Kick. Not step. Here.”

Lalli took Emil's hand again, pullled him along. Emil swallowed, tried to kick just like he had seen Lalli do. His legs were stiff and Lalli poked his knee to remind him to keep them bent. It took Emil about ten minutes before he figured it out, but Lalli seemed satisfied once he finally did.

”Letting go.”

”Do not let go.”

”Letting go.”

Lalli let go of Emil's hand. Emil slid over the ice, still standing. Lalli skated next to him, watched as Emil's knees tensed again. Emil closed his eyes, opened them again. If he was going to fall he wanted to see what was going on. Lalli poked him, skated around him, and Emil carefully bent his knees, managed to not fall, but he was almost out of speed.

”Kick”, Lalli told him.

Emil tried to kick, but only lifted the skate from the ice. His leg trembled and he quickly put his foot down again. Lalli sniggered again and Emil glared at him before trying again. He kicked, wind ruffled his hair as he speed over the ice.

”Lall! Lalli did you see?!”

He kicked again, and again, and again. Skating wasn't bad at all. He was awesome at it. Why had he never tried this before? Another kick, just to get a little more speed. Lalli skated up to him, skated next to im, showed off by making eights on the ice, by skating on one leg, by jumping and Emil decided that if Lalli could, he could as well. More speed, then he lifted his right foot of the ice, leaned slightly forward to keep his balance. His leg trembled, but if Lalli could do it it couldn't be that hard, it couldn't...

SNAP!

Emil's leg stopped trembling, folded under him, and Emil fell to the ice, gritted his teeth and slid into the snowpile again. He didn't move, gripped his leg with his hands.

”Emil! Are you okay?”

Lalli's hands pulled at him and Emil clenched his eyes shut.

”Don't touch me!”

”Emil...?”

He opened his eyes again. Lalli sank down on his knees, looked at Emil. There was worry in his eyes and Emil had to look away.

”My... my foot...”

The pain was getting worse every second. Lalli put a hand on his shoulder again.

”I'll get help.”

Then Lalli was gone. Emil opened his eyes, knew he couldn't stay in the snow but his foot was on fire, there was no way he'd be able to get up and skate back to the bench.

”Hey.”

Tuuri stopped infront of Emil, crouched.

”How are you?”

”Fine, I'm fine.”

”I see that”, she laughed and took of her coat. ”You're gonna get hypothermia if you stay like that.”

She carefully pulled him into a sitting position and put her coat over his shoulders before sitting down next to him.

”What happened?”

”I decided that nosediving into a snowpile was the most fun I've ever had.”

Tuuri raised an eyebrow and Emil let out a sigh.

”I lost my balance. I was... trying to impress Lalli...”

Tuuri laughed.

”Don't worry about that, nothing impresses him.”

”Yeah... I know...”

They looked at the people still skating. Emil moved a little, tried to find a more comfortable sitting position, but winced as pain shot up from his ankle. Tuuri looked at him again.

”How bad is it?”

”It's nothing.”

”Then you won't mind if I remove the skate and take a look for myself?”

Emil didn't answer and Tuuri smiled again.

”Don't worry, I won't.”

They could see Lalli skating over the ice towards them again. He stopped only half a meter from them and dropped a bundle into Tuuri's lap before looking at Emil.

”Help is coming.”

”...thanks.”

Tuuri opened the bundle, found a thermos wrapped inside a blanket. Lalli helped Tuuri wrap the blanket around Emil before giving him a cup of tea. Emil felt a little better drinking it. His foot still hurt like Hel, but a feeling of security steamed from the tea and the blanket wrapped around him. Tuuri shivered a little and he realized he still had her coat on as well and he blushed.

”Do you want your coat back?”

”I'll take it when the help arrives, don't worry about me.”

Both of them stayed with him and kept talking to him. Emil was grateful they did, it took his mind from the pain. He didn't keep track of time, but it felt like it had been ages before two people arrived. They carefully took the skate of Emil's foot, Emil did his best not to scream as they moved it. The foot was swollen and disfigured and Emil looked away, locked eyes with Lalli as they splinted it. It felt slightly better after that, some of the pain subsided and it felt a lot less unstable. The two people helped him onto a stretcher and carried him to a carriage. Lalli came along, waved goodbye to Tuuri, who promised she'd catch up to them as soon as possible and then they were off.

xxxxxxx

A broken leg sucked hard, Emil decided. The doctor had called him lucky, it had been a clean, although displaced, fracture and should heal without complications. Emil didn't think he was very lucky. To begin with he was stuck in bed, his foot propped up on a couple of pillows to keep it from swelling. He couldn't even get himself to the couch without it starting to throb and turn into a blob of pain. Pretty much the only thing he could do in bed was read and sleep, but sleep eluded him, pushed away by the pain everytime he moved his leg and, well, he moved. A lot. Unability to sleep didn't make him less tired, and he couldn't focus his eyes on the letters in the books, meaning reading was also out. So, being stuck in the bed sucked.

”Lucky, jo pyttsan” Emil muttered.

The morning sun was starting to creep in through the window and Emil's stomach rumbled a little. He decided to ignore it for now and pulled the cover over his head, tried to go back to sleep. His stomach rumbled a little louder and he groaned. He threw the cover to the side and heard it land on the floor with a thud. He tried reaching it, but moved his leg while doing it and retreated to his back with a wince. He stared at the ceiling, rolled his thumbs and tried to relax. He rolled his thumbs quicker, started tapping his fingers on the mattress, on the bedside table, started tapping his right foot on the mattress, pulled at the sheet, scratched his hand.

The door opened quietly. Emil normally wouldn't have heard it, but his body was searching for anything that could break the tediousness of being stuck on his back. He lifted his head from the pillow, raised himself on his elbows. Waited. Light steps, probably not a burglar. There were sounds coming from the kitchen, glasses hitting each other, plates being put in the sink, the sink being filled with water. The fridge being opened and then closed again. The door to the bedroom opened up.

”Painkiller?”

Emil raised his hand in a greeting and Lalli came up to the bed, put the glass and the painkillers on the table next to it and pulled Emil into a sitting position, his back resting against the headboard.

”Did you sleep?”

Emil shook his head, grabbed the water and the painkillers and downed it. He glanced at Lalli as he fetched a chair and put it next to the bed and focused intensly at the glass when Lalli sat down.

”Lalli... Thank you. For yesterday.”

Lalli blushed, looked away.

”I broke your leg.”

”Nnno, pretty sure that was all me.”

Emil tried finding a more comfortable position, but winced as it sent a new jolt of pain from his ankle and stayed in the position Lalli had put him in.

”I mean, I could have not gone to the park with you, and I could have not put on the skates, and I could have not tried doing tricks like you did.”

He tried changing position again, a little more successful this time.

”Either way, accidents happens. It's no one's fault.”

He grimaced towards his leg, then turned towards Lalli again.

”I'm just bored.”

”It's only been a night.”

”Well, I couldn't sleep.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window instead. Today was going to be another beautiful day and he let out a sigh. Lalli got up, pulled the curtains over the window and turned to Emil again.

”Want to play a game?”

”Depends on the game”, Emil smiled. ”But yeah. There are some in the living room.”

”Know.”

Lalli disappeared again. Emil moved slightly to the side to make room in the bed for whatever game Lalli decided to fetch. At least the painkillers where doing their job, there was only a slight jolt of pain as he moved. He listened as Lalli moved around in the living room, listened as he returned to the bedroom.

”It would probably have been easier to play in the living room”, Emil remarked with a blush.

”Maybe tomorrow.”

”Yeah”, Emil smiled. ”Maybe tomorrow.”

Lalli had chosen a card game, something that didn't require a lot of room, and while Emil shuffled the deck Lalli disappeared into the kitchen again. He had sandwiches and two cups of tea in his hands when he returned, put everything on the small table and sat down again and Emil dealt the cards.

”Still Lalli, thank you for yesterday. For coming with me to the hospital.”

He fiddled a little with the cards in his hands, almost dropped them. Lalli motioned for him to eat before starting the game.

”Still sorry for the leg.”

Emil flicked Lalli's forehead and smiled towards his friend.

”Don't feel guilty about it. Accidents happen.”

”Still”, Lalli said. ”Let me know if you need something.”

”I will”, Emil grabbed Lalli's hand and gave it a quick squeeze. ”But don't you dare spend all your spoons on me, I can ask Siv and Torbjörn for help as well. Or Sune. Or Tuuri.”

A small smile appeared in Lalli's face and Emil leaned back again, focused on the game.  His eyelids were getting heavier and he rubbed his eyes, drank some tea to try and chase the tiredness away. After half an hour and two sandwiches later Lalli gathered the cards, helped Emil lay down and put the cover over him. Emil snuggled up under the cover, felt Lalli ruffle his hair.

”Don't worry”, Lalli whispered, ”they are my spoons to waste.”

The bedroom door closed behind Lalli and Emil fell into his dream, confident that Lalli would still be there when he woke up.