For Garrrr

[hybrid_prince]

They call it a gift when they bring it before the throne. Dorrek VIII, young emperor of the Skrull people, barely even bothered to pay any attention to the cloth covered box that was rolled up before the throne. These particular military leaders weren't much of ones that he cared for, and frankly while he was invested in the eventual journey to Earth and conquering it as was his lofty and prophesied fate from long since before he was born, that didn't mean he cared too much about the recon team he had sent. They annoyed him, and sending them to a planet protected by 'heroes' had been meant as a punishment.

The 'gift' to get back into his good graces didn't seem likely to amuse him in any way. There was nothing intriguing about Earth. So the Emperor had ignored their simpering and scrapping before him. It was unbecoming of a Skrull to be anything other than strong and dominating warriors. Still, he cut off their rambling dialog and waved to one of his royal guard. K'lrt, ever the devoted servant, stepped forward and whipped the cloth off.

And Dorrek considered what was presented to him with a raised eyebrow. This, of course, was not what he'd been expected. He hadn't expected a living being.

"Where did you find it?" he asked in Skrull, continuing the conversation in his native tongue.

"It attempted to attack us," one of the generals, who was kneeling out of reach of the cage spoke. "It is more than it seems. Like Skrull, but not."

Intriguing. Dorrek gestured for the clear tank on wheels (with air holes of course), to be rolled closer. Let him better see this prize.

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[hybrid_prince]

Give it time, Gar. Give it time and maybe you will feel more welcome.

"Be that as it may, you are the person at hand. Besides, few are ever truly ready for the position to be thrust upon them."

[garrrr]

Gar shrugs a little and then moves to sit on the couch the other had indicated a few moments before. He's still not quite looking directly at Dorrek because every time he does he's thinking about him naked and their conversation definitely did not need him thinking about that -- cause he was making everything pervy in his head.

"Maybe not."

[hybrid_prince]

If it helps, Dorrek is definitely draping a nice crimson wrap around himself before he moves to sit near, but not next to, Gar.

"I thank you, Gar of Earth, for coming with us. I do not think you will be convincing me to leave Earth alone, but I respect your attempts to do so."

[garrrr]

It only helps like 1%.

"I haven't even been trying to convince you to leave Earth alone. I've been trying to get you to try working with humans first."

never got the notif, sorry

[hybrid_prince]

Now Gar, it's not like you can imagine unwrapping Dorrek before peeling him free from his clothes.

"Humans aren't exactly the sort to negotiate."

Re: never got the notif, sorry

[garrrr]

Oh never.

“The point is giving people a chance because they can and will surprise you.”

[hybrid_prince]

And hey, Dorrek looks good in green and Gar has to appreciate that.

"They could surprise us with violence," Dorrek points out. "I want to minimize death."

[garrrr]

Gar appreciates a lot of things about Dorrek that he definitely should not.

“It’s worth the risk.”

[hybrid_prince]

Just wait until he sees the Kree form. A golden heart throb prince.

"Is it? Do you really feel it is worth the cost of lives if you are wrong?"

[garrrr]

It’s all heart throb and Gar is the weakest ever for falling for it.

“It is.”

Gar won’t be convinced that trying isn’t worth it.

[hybrid_prince]

"It will be your people dying," Dorrek reminds him.

His estimation of human heroes is small.

[garrrr]

“Maybe, but it will be their choice,” Gar counters and maybe Dorrek will never understand how important that is.

[hybrid_prince]

"Isn't life worth preserving?"

Strange that the emperor of a warrior people felt that way.

[garrrr]

Gar sighs a bit because it’s an oversimplification.

“The quality of life is important. The freedom of choice is important. There’s being alive and then there’s living. What you want to do without trying to work with humans first takes away more important things.”

[hybrid_prince]

"And what, pray-tell, are those things that are important and lost?"

Explain things. Educate him.

[garrrr]

“Do we really have to do this again? You’ll just tell me I’m naive and pretty and then not talk to me for weeks.”

Gar snaps because he’s kind of tired of being called naive.

[hybrid_prince]

"First, no. I was asking to know. Second, I'm an emperor, and my life has been busy. I have barely had time to sleep in the last three weeks," Dorrek says. And while he starts soft, he snaps by the end.

[garrrr]

Gar very obviously rolls his eyes at Dorrek then.

“If you don’t give humans a chance then you’re no better than the ones you criticize and there will be bloodshed anyway because take away choice and people won’t just accept it not from you.”

Gar knows he should feel a bit guilty but he doesn’t. Not really. Why should he feel guilty?

“You still insulted me and then just didn’t talk to me until you dropped a huge choice on me last minute.”

And he’d made the choice quickly but that’s only because an hour wouldn’t have been able to make much a difference.

[hybrid_prince]

"You said that I would be taking things away from them. What things? Make a list. Tell me what you think we would take!"

Dammit he's getting annoyed. This human is so frustrating.

"This whole trip is last minute," he continues, standing.

[garrrr]

Gar looks up at him and he knows the other is annoyed. Gar is too in a way and he wonders if they’ll even make it to food at this point. Couldn’t he go back to just ogling him? No? Fine.

“Free will! Autonomy! Your plan takes it away completely. The human race isn’t perfect but that doesn’t mean they need to be subservient to you because you have a superiority complex,” Gar snaps because it’s what he’s been trying to tell him all along.

“You owe them the chance to work with you instead of forcing them to work under you and if they don’t simply crushing them with your boot.”

Gar gets up and he just heads back for the door he came from.

“Of course it’s last minute and half cocked like everything else.”

[hybrid_prince]

"They will still have free will. And their autonomy will be existent on an individual level," Dorrek growls, literally growls while talking. Either that's a Skrull thing, or he's shifted his vocal cords just for that. But he strides after Gar, because he did not dismiss Gar from his presence yet. Which isn't fair to Gar, but he doesn't care.

His hand slams against the door, to hold it closed. With super strength, that's not going to open easily.

"There is a CRISIS in my empire and you call me half-cocked? An illness spreads among one of our garden worlds, and you mock me!? I worry for the lives of my people and you know nothing!"

[garrrr]

Gar would be foolish not to be a bit scared by all of that. Nevermind the growl sparked something else that he refused to acknowledge. And he can’t help but be surprised that Dorrek would stop him. It’s a reminder that he’s not really free still, he probably never would be because he was always going to be subject to Dorrek somehow.

The door won’t budge, though.

“I’m not mocking you. How could I ever dare your majesty? You still own me. But I worry about the lives of my people still too and you know nothing either.”

Dorrek is too close and Gar feels small, frustrated and allured at the same time.

[hybrid_prince]

Dammit don't talk to him like that. The growl is lower, angrier. But controlled, because he isn't trying to hurt Gar. Which is impressive, in his opinion at least.

"I don't own you. If you were one of my men I could throw you in the brig for the whole journey for insubordination. Or for ticking me off. And you're the one that refuses to explain. All I have of Earth is spy reports and your own history books. And they paint a picture of a greedy, vile little race. People that will be plowed over sooner or later by someone. The Shi'ar probably. They don't care about how sweet and unique you are. They will enslave you and breed you to make better slaves. They will use obedience collars, which can fry the synapses if you disobey too often. And even then you aren't free. They mangle bodies into machines to make you, after your brain has mostly failed, into mechanical abominations to guard them, to torment your fellow man. So don't tell me about the ill I will visit upon your people when your people will still be free."

More or less.

[garrrr]

“But you do own me whether you admit it or not. You want to pretend to be the good guy and even right here comforting yourself that you’re not like someone else so you don’t have to challenge yourself. Taking over Earth with subversion and lies and deceit doesn’t make you better. Maybe we have a different version of the word free but you can’t be free if someone has their boot on your neck if you don’t do exactly as they wish,” Gar pushes at Dorrek as fruitless as that is in a clear attempt to move him from the door.

“Everytime i have tried to tell you about my people you tell me I’m wrong and naive. How can you expect more from me? I have no faith in your supposed good will.”

Please stop growling, Dorrek. His brain really can’t handle the split of fear and dammit that’s sexy.

[hybrid_prince]

Sorry, Gar. The guy can lift an actual ton. There is no moving. Even the hands pushing at him find nothing but tons of firm, unyielding muscle.

"If all humans are like you, so unwilling to teach and debate and seek knowledge, then perhaps a boot is all you deserve."

Nope, still talking through a growl, one that makes his chest rumble.