A/N: Hello! I am incredibly sorry that it took so long for me to update, but this chapter has been insanely hard (and as you can see also insanely long) for me to write, probably because it's the last one. I've had the constant feeling that I was going to mess up or ruin the whole story and I really hope I haven't. There most likely will be a sequel to this story, but then again I can't assure you anything because I don't know what I'll be doing months from now, but I really will do my best to give OGAV a sequel, because I already have some ideas in mind and I really hope that by the end of season 3 of the Johnsons I'll be able to start writing something - oh and I will take prompts for one-shots on the OGAV verse, as promised.

Now, writing this has been a crazy and amazing ride. I'm still overwhelmed by the success of this fanfiction and probably always will be. I'm grateful for all the people who have joined me on this ride, all of you readers/fans have been and of course still are amazing, thank you so much for all the love and support you gave me. I hope I won't let you down and I hope you'll enjoy this last chapter as much as you enjoyed the past eleven.

Of course the biggest and most special thanks goes to my girlfriend KusoCookInHel, because she's been insanely helpful with this chapter and seriously, without her I was nearly going to give up on even finishing this story (Yes, I am that self-conscious and anxious) but she gave me all the help and support I needed because she's so the Anders to my Mitchell, hehe.

Alright, rambling's over so now enjoy! :)

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.

- Running up that hill ; Placebo.

Chapter 12.

Everyone slept in at Ty's, too worn out from the night before. Mitchell woke up several times during the night just to make sure that Anders was still there in his arms, alive and well. He'd smile, kiss his forehead softly and then go back to sleep.

It was around ten that the god woke up with Mitchell's healthy arm around him and furrowed his brows at the realization that he had drooled on the vampire's bare chest, thing that he only did when he was drunk or extremely tired. He wiped it off with his hand and carefully removed Mitchell's arm from around his neck, making sure that he wasn't going to wake him up.

The blond bit his lower lip at the idea that had suddenly popped into his mind, smirking to himself as he shifted under the blankets, trying his best not to make sudden movements as he positioned himself between the brunet's legs. He carefully extracted Mitchell's soft member from his boxers and started worshipping it with gentle open-mouthed kisses and small flicks of the tongue.

The vampire let out a shaky sigh and squirmed, still asleep, as he thought that he was only dreaming about his lover's skilled mouth.

Anders grinned against the hardening flesh in his hand and moved into a more comfortable position. His hand began to pull at Mitchell's member, twisting and stroking as he dipped his head to suck and bite the crook of the brunet's inner thigh.

The vampire groaned somewhat loudly as he woke up and yanked the covers away to find that he wasn't only dreaming about the god's attentions "A-Anders..." he moaned and buried his fingers into golden hair.

The blond twirled his tongue around Mitchell's tip, then licked persistently at the slit and underline, wrenching all kinds of stiffened sounds out of the brunet's throat "Mm, I missed your taste." Anders slurred out right before he enveloped the vampire's tip with his lips and slowly started bobbing his head.

The brunet's hips shook at the warmth of Anders' mouth, he struggled to choke back a moan and decided to move his hand from the blond head to his own lips, covering them to muffle the sounds he could make. He would have loved to groan and cry out loudly, but Ty was sleeping in the living room and sure as hell he was going to hear them.

Anders soon built a rough, steady pace, sucking hard and trying to take as much as he could of his boyfriend down his throat.

Mitchell sunk his teeth into his own palm, his orgasm was building up so fast into the pit of his stomach that it threatened to hit him any moment "Anders, I-I'm gonna come."

The god pulled back, releasing the vampire's erection with a wet pop and licking his own lips as he looked up at him "Then come?" he grinned and placed a soft kiss to the head before going back to suck with the same enthusiasm as before.

The vampire growled against his own hand and it only took a handful of seconds for him to come undone into his boyfriend's mouth, hips unable to keep still as he rode out his climax.

The blond flared his nostrils, inhaling sharply through his nose before he swallowed Mitchell's load and crawled up to smirk smugly at him "'Morning, Twilight."

The brunet gave a throaty laugh and ran his hand through Anders' hair, his fingers gripping firmly at the short locks on the back of his head "I'm not smacking you just 'cause-" he gulped and licked his somewhat chapped lips "...th-that was the best good morning, ever."

Anders laughed and cocked a brow "Oh, I know. You deserved it, after all you've done last night." he smirked and placed a soft kiss on the vampire's lips.

Mitchell kissed him back and knitted his brows "You nearly died, you're the one who deserves to be goodmorninged more." he tipped his head up and nibbled on the blond's lower lip.

The god raised his brows "I could always sit on your dick, eh?"

The vampire pursed his lips and nodded "Sure, sounds like a plan." he shrugged "Just give it a minute, though." he chuckled and moved his hand over the middle of Anders' chest, right where he had been staked.

Anders flinched slightly, not because it hurt or anything, it was just his memory playing a number on his nerves.

Mitchell furrowed his brows "Are you okay?"

The blond rolled his eyes "Of course I am, I'm grand." he sat on the brunet's pelvis and shifted his gaze from a nightstand to the other "So, where does my brother keep the lube?"

The vampire sighed and pointed at the nightstand on the left of the bed "Over there."

Anders glared down at his boyfriend "I was really hoping you wouldn't know." he pinched one of Mitchell's nipples and twisted it, merciless.

The brunet howled and slapped the god's hand away "Ow! And it's the same fucking nipple as last night, you dick!"

The blond ignored him and stretched over to the nightstand, pulling the top drawer open, drew the bottle of lube out of it and placed it on the mattress before he awkwardly removed his own boxers. Anders was just about to slick his hands with the cold liquid when Ty knocked on the door "You gotta be fucking kidding me." he growled lowly.

Mitchell sat halfway up, brows raising as his eyes wandered from the door to his boyfriend "Should we answer?" his voice was almost a whisper.

"Guys... Dawn just called me. Apparently the police's at your place."

Anders and Mitchell exchanged confused looks before saying in unison "Helen!"

The blond grimaced and dropped his head on his chin "But I'm rock hard, now!" he cried.

The vampire bit his lower lip "I know, but... Don't you think we should go?"

The god glared down at him "I said I'm rock hard." he deadpanned.

Mitchell rolled his eyes "We'll shag when we're done dealing with the cops?" he suggested.

Anders pointed at his own erection "Rock. Hard. This isn't going down soon." he cocked a brow.

The brunet scoffed and wrapped his right hand around the god's erection "I'll have to be quick." he warned as he started stroking him in a firm, quick pace.

The blond placed his hands on the vampire's chest, bracing himself as he smirked down at him "Fine by me, but I'm still riding you later. Crime scene or not." his voice broke on the last word and a loud moan tumbled out of his throat.

Mitchell furrowed his brows "Your brother is right outside the door, keep it down!" he hissed through his teeth, giving Anders' hard-on a squeeze.

The god broke into a huge grin "That's exactly why I'll be as loud as I can." he rocked his hips along with the vampire's strokes, increasing the friction and groaning loudly on purpose.

The brunet widened his eyes "Shut up or I'll stop right now!" he loosened his grip as he spoke.

"No, no, keep going!" Anders cried and clasped his hand around Mitchell's fist, tightening the grip all over again.

Mitchell knew that Anders wasn't going to keep his promise, but he liked to watch the way his blue eyes squeezed shut, how his white teeth sunk into his lower lip or how his jaw slacked when he panted. He could get off just by watching and feeling his boyfriend trembling and squirming when he was so close to his orgasm. "Are you gonna be a good boy and come for me?" he asked in a low, husky voice.

The god gulped and nodded "Y-yes, I'm close." he moved his hand away from Mitchell's and rested it on the mattress "Shit, shit, I'm so close." he groaned and dipped his head, his jaw dropped and his hot breath ghosted over the brunet's lips.

The vampire slightly increased the pressure and speed of his strokes "C'mon." he whispered before he licked the roof of Anders' opened mouth.

Anders quickly deepened the kiss, his hips frantically rocking along with the strokes as his climax finally hit him hard and he unloaded himself all over Mitchell's hand and chest.

Mitchell grinned up at the flustered god "Are you ready to go, now?"

Anders collapsed on his side with a moan "Fuck off."

The vampire chuckled and pressed a quick kiss on the blond's forehead before he sat up and grabbed a packet of tissues from a drawer to clean himself up a bit.

"Oh. You know where everything is in this room, eh?" Anders snagged a tissue for himself.

The brunet arched an eyebrow "I'm pretty sure Helen knew where everything was in our house, too." he shrugged his good shoulder as he wiped up his chest "Except that she slept with you for all this time, while I only slept with Ty once."

The god didn't reply, he just rolled on his back as he finished cleaning himself up.

They both kept quiet for a while, and Mitchell had started getting into his own clothes when Anders finally spoke "She was driving me nuts, though. She was a control freak and shit, you'll see what she did to the apartment!" he pushed himself off the bed and borrowed another one of the vampire's shirts, even if they looked a little baggy on him.

The brunet glanced at him with furrowed brows "What do you mean? What did she do to the apartment?" then he tried really hard to bite back a smile when he saw him wearing another one of his shirts.

The blond sighed "You'll see..." then he cocked a brow "Why are you smiling like that?"

Mitchell sniggered "It's just that you're so cute with my shirt on." he smirked.

Anders groaned "I am not cute, for fuck's sake!" he rolled his eyes "You better not get all sappy and shit or I'll dump your blood sucking arse."

Mitchell scowled "My arse doesn't suck blood." he gave him a crooked smirk as he zipped up his jeans and miraculously managed to button them up using just one hand.

Anders raised his brows "No, you're right. Your arse swallows my cock."

The brunet shook his head as he struggled to pull on his shirt "God of poetry."

The god chuckled and walked up to his boyfriend "Do you need me to help your cock swallowing injured arse?"

The vampire sighed "That'd be great." he glared down at his broken arm "I can't wait to take this bloody thing off."

Anders helped him out with the shirt and ran his fingers over the cast "When will the bone heal?"

Mitchell shrugged "Tonight? Tomorrow morning? I don't know. Shouldn't take too long, though."

The blond pursed his lips "Cool. And you have all those days off, too. We should take advantage of that." he grinned and rubbed a hand across the vampire's chest.

The vampire frowned "No, you need to look after the company and sweet talk your clients into giving you all their money." he mocked him with a slight grin.

"It's alright, Dawnsie can cope for a couple days." the god nodded with a shrug. "I'll let her bring her cat to work."

The brunet sighed "Dawn will kill you." he tilted his head to the side as he added "And I won't save you from her wrath." then squinted at him "...And I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a cat."

Anders scowled "Harsh." of course he completely ignored the cat part, as usual.

Mitchell chuckled and shoved him playfully "Let's go deal with the cops. I have a feeling you'll have to talk them into not charging you with murder." he smirked.

The blond pulled the door of the bedroom open "Thank fuck I'm Bragi, eh?" he glanced at his brother who was drinking some coffee, trying not to look too embarrassed for what he had heard just a handful of minutes earlier "Hey, we're off to my place but we need a ride to Mike's. My car's out there, y'know."

Ty furrowed his brows as he stared at them "You're both scarily relaxed for what you're gonna have to deal with." he blinked.

Anders raised his brows "That would be because I just had the breakfast of the champions with a side of orgasm. It really helps soothing your nerves, you should try sometimes." he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Mitchell was looking down at the cast and scratching it absentmindedly – even if what really itched was the skin underneath – and nearly fell over when he heard the blond's answer.

Ty widened his eyes in a mixture of shock and rage, he slammed the mug on the island, then stalked up to the front door, grabbing the van keys on the way out as he cursed under his breath.

Anders looked up at his boyfriend, his lower lip tucked between his teeth as he grinned proud of himself.

The vampire shook his head "You're such a gross wanker."

"But you love me, anyway." the god stated with a nod before he walked out of the flat.

The brunet rolled his eyes and just followed his boyfriend outside.

Anders didn't even make an effort to behave during the car ride, still dropping little hints or being way too explicit about what had happened in his brother's bed.

Mitchell was forced to press a hand on the blond's mouth a couple of times to shut him up before Ty would pull over the car and kick his brother's ass.

Once they had finally reached the bar Anders reminded his brother that if he wanted to rub one off in the loneliness of his now empty flat, he'd better be thinking about Dawn and not his boyfriend. That was exactly when the vampire had to physically stop Tyrone from punching Anders in the throat and haul his boyfriend out of the van.

"I'm so, so sorry, Ty. He's a dick." Mitchell bit his lower lip.

"I know damn well, I've known him my whole life and he's lucky you love him or else-" the god started but the vampire interrupted him.

"You'd bash his skull in, yeah." Mitchell sighed.

"Are you coming or not?" Anders inquired as he poked his head into the van "Even though you already did earlier."

Both Ty and Mitchell glared at him.

"Suddenly is winter, funny eh?" the blond commented as he rubbed his hands together and his teeth rattled.

Ty flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw.

"Thanks Ty." Mitchell nodded as he looked back at him "I'll come pick up my stuff as soon as we'll be done with the police."

Ty shrugged "No problem, do as you like."

Anders was about to come up with another rude comment but the vampire was quick enough to jump out of the van and stir him in the direction of the SUV "You stopped being funny about a hundred years ago. Now you're just annoying." he growled as he watched Ty's van leave.

"Are you in love with my brother?" the god asked, blue eyes narrowing under knitted eyebrows.

The brunet looked at him puzzled and shrugged "What are you on about?"

Anders unlocked the car "Then stop being so worried about him. He's a grown up iceman who has made a big mistake, so he's gonna pay for it." that being said Anders climbed into the SUV.

Mitchell huffed exasperated and got into the car himself.

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When they arrived to their place the street was crowded with neighbors and random curious people all standing around the cop that was asking everyone to kindly clear the road and go back to their houses. There was an ambulance riding up the sidewalk and three police cars were blocking the traffic as they were parked around the crime scene tape.

"Aw, shit. Now people are definitely gonna talk." Anders grimaced as he stopped the SUV and quickly stepped out of it.

Mitchell sighed, the thought that he was way too used to this kind of situation wasn't exactly making him feel better. It was just like he had told Anders, no matter how hard he tried to be better or how far he away he ran, trouble would always follow him. After all, history always repeats itself and a curse, no matter how hard you try to control it, is always a curse.

The officer eyed the couple as they approached him with the best confused and scared expression they could sport.

The blond scowled at the policeman, perfectly acting like he was completely unaware of what was going on "What's happened here? My assistant phoned me telling me that police was looking for me and I seriously didn't think I was gonna find all this." he gestured around them.

The policeman raised a brow "I take it you're Anders Johnson." he threw Mitchell a glance "And you would be?"

The vampire was about to open his mouth to introduce himself somehow, but the god was quicker.

"He's my husband." the blond nodded, a straight expression painted on his face as he said so.

Mitchell's eyes widened as he stared down at Anders incredulous, and luckily enough the officer didn't see him.

"Husband?" the cop raised a brow "Funny, your neighbors said that you've spent the last weeks living with a woman." then he cocked his head towards the building "The woman whose body was found lifeless in your apartment."

Anders rocked on his heels, lips curving into a wicked smirk as Bragi took over "Officer, I need you to let me speak to your superiors. First of all, you're talking about my private life in public and I do not approve of it."

Mitchell heard the way Anders' voice had turned mellow and warm, he knew Bragi's power didn't work on supernatural creatures, but watching him in action was... Mesmerizing and kind of arousing, too.

"Second of all, the tragedy that has taken place in my apartment is something I was completely unaware of." the god cocked his head as he was nearly done speaking "So it would be better if you all cleared the area and took your investigation elsewhere. Find the real culprit." he finished with a nod of the head.

The policeman bit his lower lip as he struggled to hold back the laughing fit that threatened to abandon his throat any moment "Oh man, that was amazing, really! A great performance!" he said right before he bursted into laughter and clapped.

The couple stared at the cop puzzled for a few seconds, until Mitchell finally realized.

"How could I not-?" he groaned, throwing his head back "A vampire, of course!"

The blond scowled, looking up at his boyfriend "Bullshit!" then he glanced back at the policeman.

The cop grinned and his eyes turned black "Sorry about all the trouble." he shrugged then blinked his eyes back to their human appearance "But we were dying to meet the couple of the century!" he raised a piece of tape and gestured for Mitchell and Anders to walk under it. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

Mitchell's jaw was clenching so firmly that the bones creaked.

The god looked at him, worry written all over his face "Is it safe?" he whispered.

The brunet nodded and bent to walk under the tape, followed by an hesitating blond and the vampire policeman.

"We've wanted to meet you for so long, Mitchell. It's an honor for our community to have such a legend walking among us, in our very city of Auckland!" the officer started.

Mitchell didn't know if he wanted to start praising his evil deeds or his abstinence from blood, either ways he wanted to hear none of what the other vampire had to say. "Whatever, I'm not here to become a part of it." he said in a low tone as they made their way up the stairs and found the door of the flat cracked.

Anders had never been so passive and quiet in his life as he followed the two vampires into his home, shivering at the thought of finding it crowded with more vampires.

The officer pushed the door open to reveal a body bag on the now perfectly clean floor "We know it was Herrick, we've been keeping an eye on him since he set foot in New Zealand." the vampire explained as he gestured for the couple to step inside.

Anders froze as he stared at the bag containing Helen's body and swallowed hard.

Mitchell glanced at him with knitted brows "You okay?" he asked concerned, his hand quickly moving to rest on the blond's shoulder.

"Is it the smell? We tried to make it go away, but it's a little hard to do so." the cop explained with a shrug.

The god grimaced and shook his head, eyes glued on the body bag "I... I am not comfortable with having a cadaver in my house. You gotta get it the fuck outta here or else I'm staying outside."

Mitchell glared at the policeman "Do as he says." his voice was firm and imperative, and his hand wasn't moving from his lover's shoulder.

The officer lowered his head in a clear sign of condescension, and a weird light flickered into his light green eyes before he turned on his heels and went to fetch the other vampires to have them remove Helen's body from the floor.

Anders and Mitchell exchanged looks, they were both confused and the god was still worried, but at the same time felt reassured by the vampire's glances and touches. The blond was safe with him, his lover would never let anyone lay a finger on him, especially not after the night before.

They had managed to step into the house and get comfortable into the kitchen, of course Mitchell had glared at Helen's flat rearrangements, but it wasn't exactly the time to move furniture around, nor to burn pillows, curtains and horrible mats.

Anders was feeling a little less anxious now that the corpse was gone and the only two vampires who were still in his house were his boyfriend and the officer. There was still something weighing on his mind, though, something that bothered him greatly "I'd really like to know how the hell did you get into my house, if you're all vampires. How did you let yourselves in?" he squinted at the cop sitting by his table.

The policeman eyed him, an amused smirk playing on his lips "The person you need to blame for our intrusion would be the housemaid, she's the one who found Miss Larvig in a puddle of blood, this morning." then he cocked a brow "Oh, and just now I remember that she told me to tell you that she quit." he added with a nod.

Mitchell scrunched his face as he squinted over at Anders "Housemaid?"

The god rolled his eyes "Told you she made lots of changes." he glared around the house "She was really trying to control me and everything else."

The brunet pursed his lips and moved to the fridge to grab a bottle of beer "Right." he handed it to Anders, gesturing towards his own broken arm to make him understand that he couldn't uncap it.

The blond smirked and uncapped the bottle before handing it back to his boyfriend.

"Thanks." Mitchell looked over at the cop who was studying them silently, so the brunet figured that they needed to change subject and avoid giving him any more personal information. He leaned an elbow on the island and knitted his brows together "I've never seen so many vampires work into the same unit before. Yesterday I've been taken to the hospital by a group of three, today there were four vampires in my house." Mitchell began as he swigged at his lager.

The policeman had removed his hat and placed it on the dining table, he rubbed a hand over his dirty blond hair and looked up at the brunet "When vamp crimes are committed, here in Auckland we like to keep it all in the family. No humans need to witness anything that concerns our world." he explained with a shrug.

Mitchell's eyebrows rose as he pulled the bottle away from his lips "Unless you're feeding from them, then it's perfectly fine to involve them." he mocked him with a nod.

Anders hid his smirk behind the glass of vodka he had poured himself to soothe his nerves.

"Not everyone can be like you, Mr Mitchell." the cop spread his arms "We need blood to be strong, to keep our kind well." then he cocked his head "How is abstinence working for you, anyway?"

Mitchell rolled his eyes at the usual same old same old about the importance of blood and the strength of the vampire kind. However his brows did crease at the question "I am just fine." he mumbled with a shrug of his good shoulder. Of course he had nightmares, every now and then, especially during the days in which he'd been apart from Anders, and sometimes the hunger would kick in for a brief part of the day, but he had managed to cope.

The officer snorted, but before he could say anything Anders cut him off.

"You know, you talk a lot, you ask loads of questions, you know our names, you're sitting at our dining table, yet you still haven't introduced yourself." the god licked his lips and took a sip of vodka.

The brunet smiled softly at his boyfriend, mentally thanking him for keeping the other vampire from poking his nose further into Mitchell's life.

The policeman pursed his lips "Fair enough," he ran his fingers briefly through his hair and then laced his fingers together over the table "I'm Noah Wallace, head vampire of Auckland vampires." he smirked over at the god.

A fake impressed expression played on Anders' face as he nodded deeply and gulped down a large sip of Fenrir "So you're going to tell us that vampires are going to take over Auckland and that you want to destroy every other supernatural being that will get in your way and shit?"

Mitchell smirked over at his boyfriend, then took a huge swig of beer as his eyes went back to Noah.

The blond vampire shrugged "Not exactly." he looked down at his hat and took it in his hands, running his fingers over it absentmindedly as he looked back up at the god "We're quite the neutral kind of vampires when it comes to this sort of things." he gestured casually to Mitchell as he went on "We'd rather leave those dreams of world domination to the eager ones."

The brunet scowled "I couldn't care less about taking over the world." he scoffed, feeling mischarged, and went back to glue his lips to the cold bottle.

Noah rolled his eyes "Not you, your English fellow was." he deadpanned, annoyed by having to actually explain himself.

Anders glared at Wallace and finished off his vodka "So what do you want from us? Why the fuck are you still here?" he growled and slammed the empty glass a little too hard on the smooth surface of the island.

Both vampires whipped their heads in his direction, not exactly startled but definitely surprised.

"We're seeking for some sort of a deal." he tossed simply, as if he was speaking of the weather, and earned a couple of puzzled looks. "We're gonna need you Norse Gods to never interfere with our business. Don't try to fight us, don't try to stop us from killing and feeding, don't stand in our way and we'll keep at distance." he spoke clearly, not wanting the others to fire more stupid questions at him.

Anders folded his arms across his chest "We have no reason to fight you, unless one of you causes harm to one of us gods." he carefully kept the whole Frigg business to himself, since he didn't know if the Auckland vampires were aware of that situation.

The brunet had nearly opened his mouth to voice his opinion but it was like Wallace already knew what he was going to say and promptly cut him off.

"We need one more thing from you, though." green eyes wandered from the Norse god to the vampire "Don't try to make any of my people go clean, I will not appreciate that." he pointed a threatening finger at him "Don't be the vampire Jesus, don't try to save anyone, no vampire needs salvation. We just need fresh blood and no one to come knocking on our doors with stakes and torches."

Mitchell set the bottle of beer on the island "It's always so amusing to see how you all think that vampirism is a blessing." he shook his head, an ironic smirk curling his lips "But that's how the gene works when is fed by the blood of innocent people."

The officer scoffed and threw his head back "Oh please, spare me your morality!" he groaned "That's how vampires work and I want my people to be strong and well fed. Unlike you," he paused with a smirk to stand up and put his hat back on "you're hungry and weak, I can see it in your eyes. Do you think you'll be able to go on like this for much longer?"

Mitchell's eyes widened and his nostrils flared, he felt Anders' gaze boring his skull but forced himself not to glance back at him "I know exactly how I feel. I am perfectly fine," he raised his brows "and I'm only hungry for food, not blood. I can control it." he didn't know who he was trying to convince, exactly. Was it Noah, Anders or himself? Probably all three, but he needed to sound as confident as he could if he wanted to keep staying lapsed.

Anders stepped closer to the cop, nothing good could come from the turn the conversation had taken, and Mitchell's reaction had started worrying him. "I think it's about time you left, Mr Wallace. We let you stay here for far too long." he managed to be extremely polite, no matter how annoyed he was, but he figured that insulting a powerful vampire wasn't the smartest thing to do, not so soon after Herrick.

The policeman pursed his lips as he glanced at the god "Yes, I should. I have more important matters to take care of." he flashed Mitchell a smirk "Good luck."

The brunet limited himself to only clench his jaw and glare at him, keeping silent.

Anders gestured towards the front door "Yeah, he's lucky. Farewell." he hurried the blond vampire as he saw him out.

When the door shut and Anders locked it up – just to be sure – Mitchell let out a heavy sigh and sunk to the floor "Does it ever end?" he mumbled to himself as he rested his head back against the wall.

The blond stared at him quietly, arms folding across his chest as he studied his boyfriend with knitted eyebrows.

The vampire cocked a brow and squinted at him "What?" he asked, confused by the way he was being looked at.

The god's expression didn't change, not even for a moment "Is it true?" he began "Are you hungry?" he inquired, head tilting to the side "Or should I say thirsty, perhaps?"

Mitchell scoffed "Anders, I'm fine!" he shrugged his healthy shoulder "I'm just a little worn out from last night, still. That's all."

Anders shoved his hands down his pockets "Are you sure you're okay? Because your wounds from last night are still pretty much all there." he had just noticed it, he was way too used to see small injuries fade away from his boyfriend's skin in the blink of an eye, but that hadn't been the case.

The vampire looked down "They'll be gone soon, don't worry." fighting with Herrick had drained most of his strength and he really couldn't deny that not feeding had weakened him.

"Are you sure you can survive without blood, like... Forever?" the god's voice was still hard, but the hint of worry was clear in his tone "Do you actually know of any vampire that has gone all the way clean and is still alive?"

The brunet raised his gaze on Anders but quickly averted it, unable to look at his boyfriend in the eye "There was a vampire I used to live with, he was the first person to ever help me go clean." he began, his memory traveling back to years and years before "It didn't work for me at the time, but I wasn't motivated enough." he shrugged.

Anders didn't like the way his boyfriend was avoiding his gaze, but he didn't say anything about it, just yet. "I guess he had a motivation, then?" he tilted his head.

Mitchell nodded, looking down at his lap "Love. He had – still has, I s'pose – a human lover whom he never fed from." he explained, picking at his jeans as he spoke "He kept himself human for his beloved."

The blond's eyes widened slightly at the answer, a light shade of pink colored his cheeks as he cleared his throat and squared his shoulder trying to play cool "I see." he nodded.

The vampire eventually looked up at Anders, his boyish smile playing on his lips softly "I have my motivation, too, now."

The god rolled his eyes, failing to bite back a smirk "Guess you're right." he held out a hand for Mitchell and helped him up.

The vampire clasped his fingers around his boyfriend's hand and stood up. He cupped the back of Anders' neck and pulled him into a soft kiss "I've been away from you for too long, this is why I'm so weak. You're the one who makes me stronger." he whispered, lips brushing against the god's.

The blond grinned "You didn't have the power of my sex to keep you good." he pecked at the brunet's lips "I refuse to leave our bedroom for all the time you got off from work." he fingered at the belt-loops of the vampire's jeans, tugging on them slightly.

Mitchell rolled his eyes, amused "I knew you were gonna make this about sex." he grinned.

Anders raised his brows "Well, you did promise me that I could ride you into oblivion as soon as we were gonna be done with the cops." he bit his lower lip and nodded slowly.

The brunet grimaced "We need to get rid of all the horrible stuff Helen brought here, first." he took a look around and literally cringed at the sight of all the tacky nick-knacks scattered around the flat.

"What?!" the god scowled "Not right now, it's gonna take ages to do so." his fingers quickly moved to rest on the zipper of the vampire's jeans "I wanna do it now."

Mitchell glanced down at his boyfriend's hands, then cocked his head in the direction of the bedroom "Can we at least tear off the sheets you slept in with her, from our bed?" he asked with a creased eyebrow.

The blond grinned victorious "Deal." he groped his boyfriend's groin "I'll take care of you in a bit, Dracula Jr."

Mitchell didn't even have the time to gasp or moan because he was already laughing too hard at Anders' nickname.

–

Anders wasn't lying when he said that he wanted to spend Mitchell's injury leave into their bedroom, but the vampire did push him to at least go to work for some hours every day, even if the god had moaned and whined. The brunet didn't want JPR to fail for the sake of sex, no matter how mind-blowingly amazing it was.

They always ate indoors, occasionally going out to shop for some groceries, but then they were back in the house in a heartbeat to go back to their love making, only stopping to go to the bathroom and eat when their stomachs began to growl.

During those days they cut everyone out, Anders didn't want to see his relatives – especially Mike – and Mitchell was more than okay with that, even if he had promised Ty that he would have made himself useful on the quest to find Frigg, but they had preferred to be selfish and spend some well deserved time alone.

They had also managed to fix the apartment, moving back all the furniture to were it belonged, making sure to get rid of everything Helen had bought or just left there, and of course they had to celebrate their home returning to normal by having sex on every piece of furniture they found comfortable enough.

But even during that blissful time of pure fun and luxuriation, Mitchell's withdrawals came knocking on the door, ruining his sleep and sometimes, even his and the god's most intimate moments. Also, Anders' theory on Mitchell's healing factor being weaker, just like the rest of the vampire's body, had been accurate since the broken arm had actually taken nearly four days to heal properly.

The hunger and the withdrawals effects had got outstandingly bad after Dawn had swung by at their place to leave Anders some important documents, one day. The vampire had done his best to control his hunger, but around two or three in the morning, after a particularly rough and intense night of sex, Mitchell began to toss and turn around the bed, his body starting to shake with shivers.

"Mitchell..." Anders mumbled with his eyes firmly shut "What're you doin'?" he grimaced "It's like sharing a bed with a trout."

The vampire moaned and curled up in a ball, both arms wrapping around his stomach as he tried to soothe the sudden cramps.

The god woke up instantly, sitting up and flicking the lights on "John!" he placed a hand on the brunet's shoulder "John, what is it? Is it the withdrawals?" he tried to keep calm, or else he wouldn't have been of any help to his boyfriend.

The brunet howled in pain and clasped a hand firmly around the blond's wrist "Fuck! It's like my guts are ripping apart!" he cried loudly, toes curling under the blankets and skin quickly covering in sweat.

Anders' nostrils flared as he pulled his boyfriend to rest his head in his lap "Shh, shh, shh, shh. It's gonna be fine, it's gonna be just fine." he spoke quietly and wiped some sweat off Mitchell's brow before starting to stroke his hair soothingly. That was the worst crisis the vampire had ever had since they had started dating, and the god knew that there wasn't much he could do besides waiting for the sickness to be over.

Mitchell squeezed his eyes shut, his arms were still pressing against his stomach as he groaned. Tears began streaming down to his ears, as he was still laying with his head on Anders' lap, he blinked his eyes opened and looked up at the god "I-I think I'm gonna throw up." he muttered as a violent shiver rattled his weary body.

The blond furrowed his brows and nodded "I'll go get the bucket, eh?" he dried the vampire's tears and dipped his head to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

The brunet nodded before rolling off the god's lap and on his side, bringing his knees to his chest as he tried to push away all the images of his past victims that his mind was producing.

Anders came back in a matter of moments and sat down on the bed holding the bucket between his knees "I'm here, John." he ran his fingers through damp, unruly curls.

Mitchell shifted on his knees with a huff and a soft cry, he gripped the bucket tightly with both hands and gulped as he looked at his boyfriend "I-I can see them again." he sniffled "Their terrified expressions, I can hear them scream in my ears!" he sobbed and shook his head.

The blond cupped his lover's cheeks and pulled him in to press their brows together "John, you need to calm down. Focus. You're not gonna hurt anyone, it's just a bad, bad moment. Alright?" his voice was soft but assertive.

The vampire let his eyes drop shut and nodded slowly as his body was still shuddering and his stomach felt like it was about to turn upside down. He sucked in a shaky breath, one of the many breaths that he didn't really need to suck in, and ducked his head to retch into the bucket.

Anders held back the brunet's hair with one hand and used the other to stroke the nape of his neck and his back all the while. "Good boy, let it all out." he glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, taking in a sharp breath. He felt Mitchell's back stiffening under his hand as he threw up and looked down at him, pursing his lips. There had been a thought haunting him lately, ever since the withdrawals had started getting worse, and seeing the horrible state of his boyfriend only convinced him that it was the right time to say it out loud. "Y'know, maybe you should try and have some of my blood." his voice was merely a mumble.

The vampire whipped his head up into the god's direction, eyes wide in horror "What was that?" he slurred, ignoring the sour taste in his mouth.

The blond cocked his head, gathering up his usual confidence "I am sure I can stop you, John." he began.

His boyfriend was already shaking his head "That's not even an option, don't be an idiot." he flared his nostrils, nearly outraged by the god's words, then finished emptying his stomach into the bucket.

The blond huffed "You've never even had god blood! Maybe... Maybe it's so powerful that you'll only need a couple sips!" he raised his brows.

The brunet glared up at him all over again "That's the point." he pressed, his voice hoarse "I don't know what it could do to me. What if I get so addicted to it that I kill you, your family and your whole race?" he snarled as his nostrils flared "No fucking way, I'd rather die than drink your blood." he shook his head "Don't ever mention it again, yeah?" he grimaced and bit his lower lip as another cramp gnawed at his insides, making him groan.

Anders licked his lips as he watched him writhing in pain "You're too weak, John." he ran his fingers through Mitchell's curls, softly. "Just..." he bit his lower lip "C'mon, you'll feel better." he sighed.

The vampire flinched "I said no!" he growled with both hands still pressed against his stomach "I'm feeling better, already." he lied, he knew that the crisis was probably going to last for another good hour or so.

"I'm not scared of you, I know you won't kill me." the blond's eyes bored into the brunet's as he spoke.

Mitchell tipped his chin up, eyes rolling into their sockets as he nearly yelled "Well you should be scared!" he huffed "I'm a monster, Anders. A monster who could definitely kill you in the blink of an eye." he clenched his jaw and then looked away "I hurt too many people, and a week ago you nearly died because of me." he mumbled.

The god caught the vampire's chin in his hand and pulled at it so that he was looking back into his eyes "We're both monsters, John. I'm a god, we're not supposed to even exist, yet here we are." he shrugged "I just want you to be alright, and I'm sure that your heart won't let you do anything bad to me."

Even if Bragi's powers didn't work on Mitchell, Anders was a natural with words, especially when it came to their relationship. He gulped and looked down, licking his chapped lips "Don't keep me so close, my breath stinks." he muttered.

Anders rolled his eyes and let go of him "Dipshit."

The brunet glanced at him "I'm too scared, Anders." he shook his head "I'll just... Bear with it. I need to be strong."

The blond pursed his lips and nodded "Okay." he stood up and grabbed the bucket "Can I flush all this?"

Mitchell nodded faintly.

The god moved to the bathroom to get rid of the contents of the vampire's stomach. When he came back with a glass of water, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste, along with the now clean bucket, he found the brunet all curled up under the sheets with hooded eyes, making him smile fondly "Cramps?"

Mitchell grimaced "Yeah, but not as excruciating as earlier." he slowly sat up and reached his hands out to the PR.

Anders sat on the mattress and handed him all he needed to get rid of the stench and horrible taste in his mouth. He watched him brushing his teeth slowly and lazily, clearly worn out "You think we can go back to sleep?" he scratched the back of his own head and stretched out a bit.

The vampire shrugged and spat into the bucket "We can try." he rinsed his mouth and spat again "I feel like shit." he whined and put the bucket down on the floor, then set everything else on his nightstand.

"Do you want me to spoon you and rub your stomach all better?" the blond teased with a smirk.

The brunet would have chuckled if his insides allowed him, so he just settled for a weak, goofy smile "I'd love that." he flopped back on the mattress and turned on his other side.

Anders grinned and ducked his head "Wait." he pressed his lips against the vampire's, his tongue nudging at them softly.

Mitchell smirked as he parted his lips and deepened the kiss right away. Unfortunately he pulled back soon, a groan escaping his throat as he felt a sharp pain in his guts "Bloody fuck." he growled lowly.

The blond slid under the covers with him, huddling closer and wrapping his body around his boyfriend's "Poor thing." he placed an open-mouthed kiss on the nape of his neck, then started stroking his stomach. He was extremely tempted to give something else a stroke, but he refrained from doing so, knowing that Mitchell was too ill for another round.

"Lil' Bragi is poking me." the vampire voice was faint, but his amusement could still be recognized in his tone. "Are you that happy to be spooning me?"

The rumble of Anders' laugh vibrated against the brunet's back "Yeah, can't be helped." he let his eyes fall shut, his hand still massaged the vampire's abdomen.

"It's okay." he smirked with his eyes closed. His stomach was still torturing him, but sleep was winning through. "G'night... Hopefully." he muttered.

The blond pressed his nose between his lover's shoulders "Night." he breathed out as he tried to mentally convince himself that Mitchell was going to be okay. He tried to empty his mind, but every kind of bad thought started pouring into his brain.

What if Mitchell's body couldn't cope with the lack of proper nutrition?
What if the vampire snapped and went on a blood binge?
What if the hunger got so out of control that Mitchell actually killed him during the night?
Nonsense, he knew that the brunet could never kill him.
Luckily enough his brain began to slowly shut down, even if his boyfriend's body was still imperceptibly shuddering in pain, and started drifting off.

–

It was the crack of dawn when Anders' cellphone went off, or at least to him it felt like it was. Mitchell had woken up at least three more times, after they went to sleep, his stomach was still wrecked by cramps and he actually threw up twice before his bowels gave him a break and let him really rest.

"T'fuck..." was all he could mutter as he pressed his nose into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, huddling closer to him.

The brunet groaned and wrapped both arms around the god, holding him tightly to his chest "T-turn it off." he grimaced with his eyes still shut as he buried his face into golden locks.

Anders huffed and blindly reached his arm back to search for the God forsaken mobile, after he nearly dropped it, he decided to break the warm and cozy embrace and turn on his back.

"Rude." Mitchell mumbled when the blond pulled back, so he slung an arm over his boyfriend's waist and rested his head on his chest, continuing to sleep.

The god smirked at the grumpy and groggy vampire, then glared at the screen of his cellphone "Mike? What the fuck does he want from me?" he flared his nostrils and refused the call, placing his iPhone back on the nightstand.

The brunet sighed "You should have answered him."

Anders scoffed "Screw him." he ran his fingers through Mitchell's hair "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, a hint of worry constantly in his tone.

The vampire shifted a little and rested his chin on the god's chest "I'm fine, I guess." he shrugged, then cocked his head with a small smirk "Worried?"

The blond rolled his eyes "Of course not. Why should I be?"

The brunet pushed his lower lip out and shrugged "Well, you were pretty out of your mind last night, asking me stupid things and all, y'know?"

Anders pursed his lips "I don't know what you're talking about." he smirked slightly, then his phone started vibrating again "Oh please."

It was Mitchell who grabbed the mobile, this time "Maybe it's important." he looked at the screen "It's Mike, again. You should take it." he handed him the phone.

The god huffed "Shit." he took the cellphone in his hand and answered "What?"

"What? You disappear for more than an entire week and you ask me what?"

The blond rolled his eyes "It's not like we live on two different planets, you know? What do you want?"

Mitchell pressed a soft kiss on his boyfriend's chest as he watched him talk on the phone.

"Oh you know, same old same old. Turns out that there are Māori Gods who are on a quest that is pretty much like ours, a dwarf and a freaking giant told me that apparently Gaia is actually 20,still and that she's most likely to become Frigg or the Māori Goddess Papatuanuku, once she'll turn 21. No big deal, not at all."

Anders widened his eyes, his brain overflowing with too much important information "What?!" he scowled "Wait. Gaia like, Axl's flatmate? The girl he's fancied since like... Forever? Frigg?"

"Yes, Anders. Gaia."

He exchanged an incredulous look with his boyfriend "Bullshit..." he blinked, then knitted his brows "But wait, how can there be two prophecies regarding the same person? How do we know whether goddess she's supposed to become?"

"I have no fucking idea, since both our oracles never know shit about any fucking thing that happens to us."

The blond rolled his eyes "Right..."

"But she's turning 21 tomorrow, so we'll hold a ceremony and we'll see what happens. We can only hope."

"Fucking tomorrow, Mike?" he growled "Couldn't have told me earlier?"

"Well I didn't wanna ruin your hermitage, you know?"

Anders flared his nostrils "Fuck you, Mike."

"See you tomorrow."

"Wait, wait, wait! Can Mitchell come? He's not human." he smirked down at the vampire who returned him the same expression.

"Gods only."

"C'mon, Mike. He's not human and he's my man."

The vampire grinned and leaned in to press his lips against the god's.

"He could stay home with Ty, since he's not a god anymore."

Anders froze with his lower lip still between his boyfriend's teeth.

"Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that."

"You guess?" Anders growled "What the fuck?"

"You've been very busy screwing your boyfriend and hating on our brother to care about what was up with him."

"Well, he never wanted to be Hod, so as long as he's happy everything's alright." he shrugged as he looked at Mitchell's confused expression.

"He betrayed us, he turned his back on the family."

"Spare me the lecture, Mike. We'll see you tomorrow." he hung up on his older brother before he could add anything else.

"Ty is mortal?" the vampire blinked.

"Apparently he found a way to get rid of the soul of Hod." the blond shrugged.

"God, I feel like it's my fault... I pushed him to do whatever he could to be with Dawn." he dropped his head on his lover's chest, making him huff.

Anders scowled, forgetting about the Frigg situation because his curiosity was stronger in that moment "You did? When?"

Mitchell raised his head and glanced up at the ceiling for a moment "The night I fought Herrick, I made him promise that no matter what was gonna happen, he needed to be with the woman he loves, because it was the most important thing." he shrugged.

The god's lips curled in a smug smirk "Really? Aren't you a romantic little shit." he tapped a finger on the tip of the brunet's nose.

The vampire pretended to bite off his boyfriend's index "You're supposed to be, too. You're the god of poetry, after all." he grinned, then his eyes widened in excitement "And tomorrow you could become immortal and more powerful!"

Anders rolled his yes "Yeah, if Gaia doesn't become the Māori Frigg instead." he sighed "These prophecies are such a pain in the arse." he sunk back under the covers.

Mitchell's brows knitted as he thought "Should I dress nicely tomorrow? Because I definitely don't have suits or anything."

The god pursed his lips and shrugged "Nah, you're fine. You could come naked for all I care."

The vampire raised his brows "Oh really? You're ready to share, then?"

The blond scoffed "Fuck no, this is private property." he reached a hand down to graze between his boyfriend's legs.

The brunet shivered softly and laughed "Then I'll dress all in black, just to be a little classier."

Anders bit his lower lip "Mm, then I'll have to fuck you up against a tree."

Mitchell grinned "Sounds like a plan..." he said softly before kissing the god deeply.

–

The couple had a problem with waking up in time, the morning after, not only because they had spent yet another entire evening making love, but also because Mitchell had another crisis during the night. Not even half as bad as the previous one, but still he didn't feel good and threw up a few times. Anders hadn't offered him his blood, that time, but he was still thinking about it, and he was really hoping that Gaia was going to become Frigg.

"Do you understand that if I become immortal and I get my full powers you could definitely feed on my blood without killing me, and I'd be able to stop you with the power of my words, no matter what?" Anders pointed out as he knotted his tie.

Mitchell was running his gel coated fingers through his wild hair and froze at his words. He hadn't thought about that possibility, but still he was reluctant at the idea of drinking his lover's blood. "I still don't think that's safe, Anders." he muttered and went back to try and fix his curls, those were the moments in which he really missed being able to look at himself in a mirror.

The god straightened his jacket and then moved to help the vampire with his hair "God, you're fucking stubborn."

The brunet snorted "That's rich coming from you."

"Oi!" the blond tugged sharply on a dark lock, furrowing his brows.

"Ow!" Mitchell squeezed an eye shut.

Anders brushed his hands together as he looked up into his boyfriend's eyes "Think about it, though, yeah?"

The vampire rolled his eyes "Fine, I will." he said only to shut the god up.

When they arrived in the clearing where the ceremony was going to be held, the Johnsons, minus Ty, were all there with the goddesses and, apparently, the Māori gods.

"Who are they?" Mitchell asked in a whisper as they began to walk towards the crowded spot by the lake. There were a couple of people that he didn't know: a tall, wavy haired brunette who seemed to be in her forties or something, and a younger, short blonde that was wearing thick black eyeshadow.

"Oh, those are Ingrid and Stacey." Anders said distractedly.

"How come I've never met them?" the vampire cocked a brow.

"'Cause they're kinda slutty and I wanted to keep you all to myself?" the blond smirked as he looked up at him.

"Oh, c'mon." the brunet shoved him softly.

"I don't know, it's not like I hang out with them all the time. Now you'll get to know them." Anders shrugged and then put on his infamous mocking smile as he looked upon the gods "Well, aren't you a delightful sight."

Stacey, Ingrid and the Māori gods stared at Mitchell who broke into a sheepish smile.

"Is this another one of you Norse Gods?" one of the Māori asked.

"Not really, but he's not a mortal, so it's fine." Anders waved a hand and then stuffed it back into his pocket.

Ingrid furrowed her brows "This should be strictly between gods!" she protested.

Stacey pursed her lips "He's nice to look at, he can stay."

Michelle rolled her eyes and ignored the vampire completely.

"It's fine, Ingrid. He's part of the family." Axl explained with a nod. "He's Mitchell, we told you about him." he added in a lower voice.

"Well, so are Zeb and Ty, but they're not gods. That's why they're not here!" the oracle kept on complaining.

Mike clenched his jaw just hearing his now mortal brother's name, Olaf noticed it but refrained from doing or saying anything. He knew that Mikkel was mad at him too since he had been there when Tyrone lost his godly powers behind his brothers' backs.

"Can we just get this over with? Please?" Gaia finally spoke up and everyone stared at her.

Ingrid sighed, shooting one last glare at Mitchell and Anders "Fine..."

The ceremony began with Ingrid walking Gaia into the dirty looking water of the lake until they were knee deep into it, while Michelle lazily tossed rose petals at them from a plastic bag. The oracle dipped the young girl into the lake and held her in place until a glowing green aura floated towards them and was absorbed by Gaia's body. The young goddess stood back up, turning around slowly, she carefully started walking out of the lake and up on the small hill with the help of Axl and Jerome – vessel of the Māori God Maui, the equivalent of Odin for the Norse Gods – who were both grinning in excitement and anticipation.

"And behold, a new goddess walks among us." Ingrid smiled as she followed right behind her.

But Gaia wasn't looking at her Odin, nor even at her Maui, she was staring insistently at someone else. She walked past Axl and Jerome, reaching the very back of the small group of expectant people until she got on her knees and bowed her head to a very confused Anders.

"W-What?" the blond blinked, eyes wandering from Mitchell to the rest of the gods, then back down at Gaia.

Everyone was scowling, just as puzzled as Anders was.

The girl looked back up at him "My Lord Bragi. It is I, Idunn." she smiled "I have returned. I am yours."

Anders' eyes widened and automatically shot up in the direction of the youngest of his brothers, then focused briefly on the vampire.

"What the hell just happened?!" Axl panicked as he turned to Ingrid.

"Oh. Oh! The constant goddess." she pinched the bridge of her nose. "We cannot exist without an Idunn and since the other one has been killed, you know... She kind of..." the goddess cocked her head "Jumped the queue."

There was a choir of curses, moans and cries as everyone rolled their eyes or threw their heads back, while the Māori Gods left the clearing mumbling, disappointed and angry.

Anders just stared down at the girl who was still kneeling in front of him, an expectant look in her eyes. That had to be a joke, and a bad one, too.

"My Lord?" Gaia asked, cocking her head.

The blond shook his head "No, just- No." he held up his left hand and pointed at the ring that was still wrapped around his finger from the moment his boyfriend gave it to him "I'm married and I like cock, eh? There's just no way this is happening to me all over again." he shook his head again "Just no fucking way!" he growled and glanced at Mitchell.

The vampire stared at him with knitted brows, flared nostrils and a firmly clenched jaw. Rage was slowly building up inside him as he balled his hands into fists, but tried to keep calm as he looked into Anders' pale blue eyes.

This just couldn't be happening all over again, not when everything was finally fixed between them, and especially not now that Mitchell needed Anders the most.

Anders flared his nostrils "We're out of here." he grabbed Mitchell by his wrist "Let's go." he cocked his head towards the woods and they both quickly left the clearing under the hard looks of the other gods and goddesses.

"But my Lord!" she cried.

Ingrid grabbed her by her shoulders and held her back "Just let him go, for now." the oracle rubbed her hands up and down over the girl's arms, trying to comfort her.

That wasn't good, that wasn't good at all.

–

"Idunn? Motherfucking Idunn, again?" Anders barked as he violently yanked the door of the SUV open. "I'm not gonna have another person trying to bind me to her will, that's something I should be doing, for fuck's sake!"

Mitchell placed a hand on his shoulder "I don't think you should be driving, not in this state." he spoke softly as he tried to soothe him.

The god growled and walked to the other side of the car, climbing inside and struggling to buckle himself because of how tense he was. "Fuck you too, belt!" he snarled and gave up.

The vampire got into the SUV himself, then calmly helped his boyfriend with the belt buckle. He was terrified of going through hell again because of Idunn, and could already feel the ghost of the withdrawals ready to torment him. He knew how it worked, as soon as he let his guard down the hunger and cramps would creep back and make him writhe in agony, but Mitchell's will needed to win through in order to help Anders.

"I'm telling you, Mitchell... This is my curse." the blond cried, furious. "This stupid attraction between gods and goddesses is bullshit! Complete bullshit!"

Mitchell grabbed his boyfriend's face, forcing him to stop rambling and just look at him in the eyes "Anders, listen to me. We'll get through this, alright?" he licked his own lips "I love you, and I'm not letting you slip through my fingers again."

The god let his eyes drop shut as he tried to take as many deep breaths as he could. He loathed being vulnerable to the point that it made him nauseous, it was too out of character for him. He loved Mitchell, as much as he didn't like to openly admit it, and he certainly didn't want to go back to how it was when Helen stepped between them.

"We already know that it just can't work between Bragi and Idunn, and that's a good thing. All we gotta do is make sure to keep her away from you." the vampire went on as he stroked his lover's cheeks with both thumbs.

Anders opened his eyes but looked away, his anger was gradually disappearing as he listened to his boyfriend speak.

"I'm gonna save you from your curse just like you're saving me from mine." Mitchell shrugged "Do you think we could make this work?"

The god looked at him "She's not even my type." he made a face. Of course changing subject and joking about the situation would make him feel less helpless and more like himself.

The brunet rolled his eyes "Anders..."

The blond sighed "Yes, John." he nodded "I guess we'll spend the rest of our days trying to save one another from this fucking mad world." he muttered.

Mitchell smiled softly "Isn't it the whole point of being together?"

Anders arched a brow "I guess?"

The vampire shoved him playfully and pretended to be offended.

The god smirked and wrapped a hand around the back of the brunet's neck "Come here, my hero." he pressed his lips against his boyfriend's.

"Arsehole." Mitchell mumbled before kissing him back, slowly and lovingly. He felt a sharp pain to his stomach and managed not to flinch or moan, he needed to be the strong one in that moment, he needed to suck it up and be the pillar of strength that Anders needed.

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, completely forgetting about the world around them, ignoring their problems. Nothing mattered but the way their lips slotted perfectly together, how Mitchell's hands seemed to be made for holding Anders', how their tongues fought restlessly for dominance yet none of them ever won, how they were the only persons who could soothe and contain each other.

"Anders..." the vampire whispered when the god pulled back, gasping for air.

The blond sucked in a deep breath and rested his brow against the brunet's "Yeah?"

"It's the second time you've referred to me as your husband, what's up with that?" Mitchell chuckled softly.

Anders shrugged "It's only convenient." he explained, still struggling to steady his breathing.

The brunet smiled softly and nodded "Alright."

The blond huffed "Listen, don't make me tell you that I love you again, alright? You know that I don't like that."

Mitchell pulled back with a laugh "But you just said that!" he pointed out, his trademark boyish grin playing on his lips.

Anders only rolled his eyes "Let's just get outta here, okay?" he cocked his head in the general direction of the lake "Before reality chases us and punches us in the balls." he added with a sigh.
Staying away from Gaia or trying to keep her away wasn't going to be an easy task, not now that Idunn was alive and kicking inside her. He was sure that everyone was going to blame the vampire all over again for messing with the prophecy, after all it was Herrick who had killed Helen and Herrick only had only come into the picture because of Mitchell. Not to mention how his brother Axl was surely going to hate him and be furious because not only he had lost the chance to become the real Odin, but he had lost the girl of his dreams to Anders.

But then again, wasn't that whole situation a curse?

The brunet stole another kiss from his boyfriend "Fair enough." he buckled himself and started up the SUV, driving off in the direction of the road.
Mitchell knew that there was no point in wrenching those three words from Anders because he was aware of how much of a hard time he always had with them, but at the same time he perfectly knew that the blond's feelings were real.

So there they were, the lapsed vampire and the rebellious god, both turning their backs on their races, refusing to do what they were actually supposed to and trying to make their own destiny together, for better or worse.

The End.