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Justin caught a frantic Chace in his arms when the kid almost ran right past him. He wrapped his arms around the boy's small frame and tugged him back, swinging him off his feet before putting him back down. He gripped Chace's arm and cupped a hand against his cheek, looking for any injuries he'd usually see after the boy had visited his mortal father. But Chace didn't look like he needed to talk, he looked terrified. And then he noticed the blood on Chace's hands. He quickly pulled the boy close, wrapping his arms around him in a hug.

"Shh, calm down," he soothed, feeling Chace cling to him. He noticed Zachary and Caspian, together like always, and waved them over. Summer noticed as well and ran over - he was surprised but grateful she wasn't busy training with Eleanor at the moment. He pulled away from Chace, holding him firmly by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. "I need you to tell us what happened."

Chace's eyes were red - he'd been crying. He was still shaking, his voice uneven. "I-I was in the Shipwreck. I-I was just painting, and then - then I heard someone say there was an intruder s-so I hide in the very back of the Shipwreck. I-I didn't hear anything else so I peeked out a-and..." He took several deep breathes and let them out. He was crying again. "And one of the camp staff was there. I don't know his name, but he was on the ground, bleeding." His voice picked up speed, becoming frantic, terrified. "I-I called for help but no one was around. He died! I couldn't help him!" He was pulled back into another hug and he cried against Justin's shoulder.

Justin held Chace there and looked to Zachary, Summer, and Caspian. Each of them looked horrified and troubled in some way. "Summer, I need you to alert the camp staff, have them get all the young campers to their bunkers and then have them get the body. Cas, I need you to alert Riley, Eleanor, and Atticus. Those three need to get our troops looking for an intruder, a dangerous one. I want this camp on lock-down." His eyes met with Zachary and they softened. "Zach, I need you to take Chase to his bunker. Grab Xavier and Rosalia too. Take them with you, make him feel safe." They nodded and Summer ran off. He gently pushed Chase away and directed him toward Zach, who guided him away.

Before Cas could go off, Justin grasped the front of his shirt and stopped him. There eyes met. "I want our best fighters looking for the piece of shit that did this. When you're done, I want you and Summer searching too. Search in all different directions, but tell Eleanor that some of the camp staff should stay to guard the bunkers. See if Robin can find the intruder somehow with magic. If he can, get me and Eleanor. We'll go after the intruder." They broke off and ran in different directions, Justin heading toward the forest.

He made it to the edge of the forest, brandishing his battleaxe. He dropped the battleaxe low, preparing to swing it out when he heard someone moving through the forest. He froze all over when he saw who it was. To him, a ghost had stumbled out of the forest, a ghost from a mission he'd tried his very best to leave in the past and forget. The largest amount of guilt he'd ever felt came crashing down and it took all his strength not to drop his weapon. When he heard him talk, heard his voice, he felt like a blade had already pierced him. It took all he could muster to keep his voice from shaking.

"Roland?"


WORDS:; 634
OUTFITS:; Justin, Zachary, Summer, Caspian, Chace
TAG:; Roland Chambers
MUSE:; Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons
NOTES:; Poor Chace uwu

Roland wasn't cold but he was shivering. It felt weird seeing the face of one of the people that betrayed him oh so long ago. He was shivering from anger, though he made sure his face didn't show any signs of it. Keeping the anger down within him, Roland blinked. Although the kid looked older, he could still tell that it was the son of Thor; Justin Davis.

Hearing the boy speak his name, Roland nodded his head to his question. "Of course it's me Justin." he said with a smile on his face. "Who else would it be? Eleanor?" he questioned the son of Thor.

Running his fingers through his hair, Roland quickly looked around. It was only him and Justin, though he did see a few people walking away in the distance. He assumed they were fellow demigods that knew Justin. He was a fairly popular demigod after all, his sister was the Vanir of the camp & Justin just knew how to make a name for himself.

Walking over to the son of Thor, who was currently holding onto his battleaxe as if it was his baby, Roland just smiled and wrapped his arms around Justin. "Oh my gods it's good to see a familiar face" he mumbled, sounding like he had awoken from a hellish nightmare. "All I remember is dying. A big rock falling and crushing me to death. And then just a big black void." he rambled, trying to make some sense. "Next thing I know, I wake up in the forest. It's like it never happened. As if it wasn't suppose to happen." he said to the son of Thor.

Letting go of the Aesir, though he didn't know it, Roland took a step back from Justin. Getting a better look at the boy, he could tell that Justin wasn't that little thirteen year old anymore. He had grown up, just like Roland had. How was he going to explain that one to him? He would just have to think on his feet really.


WORDS:; 337
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; open for any Norse demigod
MUSE:; A Lifeless Ordinary by Motion City Soundtrack
NOTES:; Enjoy~

Justin just stood there in shock. Before his eyes a memory was replaying. He remembered screaming so much that he'd lost his voice for three days straight. He remembered desperately trying to push the boulder off his friend. He remembered fighting back as he was yanked away, someone telling him it was no use, that they had to get somewhere safe. He felt arms wrap around him, heard Roland's voice again, but the words blurred together into another blade that struck him with guilt and sorrow. He could still hear his own screams, screaming Roland's name ringing in his ears. He'd been unable to get sleep for weeks, possibly months, after Roland's death.

He'd heard Roland talk, but at the same time his words hadn't registered at all. "You're dead," he stammered out, feeling a tear run down his cheek. He no longer thought about the intruder. All he could think about was that day, the worst day of his life. "I saw you die." His voice cracked. "I couldn't save you." His battleaxe slipped from his fingers and clattered against the dusty ground. He threw his arms around Roland and held onto him tightly as if he were his only lifeline.

"Oh my gods, you're alive," he cried, clinging onto Roland like a child, but that was how he felt. He felt like the terrified thirteen-year-old who'd just witnessed one of his best friends die. He'd lost his first shieldmate and his first crush that awful day. Not many people took on a new shieldmate after the death of their first, but there had been something about Atticus that had drawn him in and he'd been unable to say no. He'd actually been impressed when Atticus had asked to be his shieldmate.

But now thoughts of Roland and the past filled his mind. The memory of lips against his, a promise to spend an evening together. He forced himself to pull away, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. He didn't even think to question whether standing in front of him was really Roland and not some illusion or shape-shifter. He knew, he felt in his heart that this was Roland, his Roland.

"...But how?" he asked, his battleaxe lying forgotten on the ground. "I'm glad - gods happy is an understatement, but Roland, people don't just come back from the dead." He was concerned for Roland. He reached out and brushed his fingers across Roland's cheek, a gentle, tender touch. "How do you feel?" He would have to take Roland to the infirmary to have him checked out. He'd explain the situation to Eleanor and whoever else he had to but then he wanted to stay by Roland's side. The last time he'd taken his eyes off him, he'd turned back to helplessly watch him die.

"You're safe now, okay?" he said soothingly. He wanted to wrap his arms around Roland and hold him and never let him go. Roland's death had been, and still was, his greatest failure. He hadn't been Aesir then. He hadn't been strong enough to protect him. But he wouldn't let that happen a second time. "I can protect you now."


WORDS:; 529
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Roland Chambers, Camp Midgard
MUSE:; Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars
NOTES:; None.

Roland shook his head. "No, look, I'm back Justin. It's really me" he said. Who would have thought that it would have been this hard trying to tell him that he was in fact not dead. He assumed Justin would have accepted it within a few seconds & just take him back to camp by now.

Hearing Justin ask how he felt, Roland shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't just out right say that he was totally fine and out for vengeance by shifting his loyalty over to Loki. That would be stupid. "Honestly?" he questioned and paused for a moment, trying to think of how to answer his question. "I feel like I did before we even went on that mission" he replied back.

"Look I don't know how I'm back. I just remember waking up in the forest. I don't even know who would even revive me and bring me back from the dead." Roland said, placing his hands on the back of his head. Looking over at Justin, he raised his eyebrow. "None of you guys tried to bring me back, right?" he asked him, making sure that they didn't try anything to 'bring him back from the dead'.

Roland chuckled and shook his head at Justin's statement of him being able to protect him. "No Justin" he said with a smile on his face. "I'm your shieldmate" he said, not knowing that Justin had a new shieldmate by now. "it's my job to protect you. Which is what I did the last time we were together. I pushed you out of the way and sacrificed myself. And I would do it again" he said, giving the boy a reassuring smile.

Hearing his stomach let out a very loud growl, a nervous chuckle escaped Roland's mouth. "I guess that would make sense, being hungry after being dead for so long" he said, mostly to himself than to Justin. Placing a kiss on Justin's head, he didn't forget the promise he made to him that night. How could he? "How about this? We go back to camp, I take a shower and don't smell like dirt and death anymore. Then we fill up my stomach with a ton of food, and then at evening we go & visit the Shipwreck. Sound like a plan?" he asked Justin.

"I just really want to put the past behind me and start over. Hopefully I am still your shieldmate." he said, giving the boy a wink.


WORDS:; 409
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Justin/open
MUSE:; Closer to The Edge by 30 Seconds to Mars
NOTES:; Enjoy~

Justin shook his head, vividly remembering tearing through all the books in the camp's library, trying to find a way to bring Roland back, and failing again. "I tried," he explained, giving Roland a guilty smile. Would Roland not like that he'd tried to mess with life and death? He wasn't so sure. "But I couldn't find any information on it and eventually the staff just locked me in my bunker with food, probably their way of grounding me." His heart felt like it'd slammed against the ground when Roland mentioned being his shieldmate. He should have mentioned Atticus, he knew that much. He should have asked Caspian to tell Atticus to meet him. But he didn't want to hurt Roland.

"I can actually protect myself better now," he admitted, feeling extremely guilty for not mentioning his boyfriend and current shieldmate. "I'm Aesir." He stared at Roland for a moment before speaking up again, "Don't ever do that again. Roland, you're back. I don't want to lose you again." In his opinion, food could wait. He needed to get Roland to the infirmary. He could bring him food while he was getting checked out to make sure everything was okay.

He paused when Roland kissed his head. Something felt off. The warmth that spread through him whenever Atticus kissed him, when Roland had first kissed him those years ago, it wasn't there. Instead, he felt cold and wrong. He knew no one should kiss him like, even if it was just a peck on the head, except for Atticus. There had been a time when he would have kissed Roland if no one was looking - and no one was currently around to see them - and told him it was a perfect plan, a perfect date. But he found that without Atticus, he knew it wouldn't be perfect.

"Let's get you to the infirmary first," he said, avoiding Roland's comment about still being his shieldmate. "I should tell Eleanor and Atticus that you're here. Ellie's actually an Aesir too. And Atticus, he's... he's really important." He wouldn't have minded taking Justin to the Shipwreck, though. He wanted to show him all of Chace's art - he was proud of Chace like a little brother. Alarm flashed across his face as he remembered what had happened only moments ago.

"I need to get you to the infirmary, it's safe," he started saying, bending down and scooping up his battleaxe. "One of our young campers witnessed a member of staff get attacked and killed by an intruder. The intruder could be anywhere and whoever it is, it's dangerous. I'll take you to the infirmary, but I need to join the search for the intruder." It went without saying that he wouldn't allow Roland to search with him, even if his former shieldmate insisted on it. He wouldn't risk Roland getting hurt, not now, not ever. He couldn't bare to lose him again.


WORDS:; 488
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Roland Chambers, Camp Midgard
MUSE:; Alone in this Bed by Framing Hanley
NOTES:; None.

"Wow, congrats!" Roland said happily. Obviously ever since he 'died' everything was going swimmingly for the son of Thor. With Roland out of the way, Justin was now the Aesir of the camp. Hearing that Eleanor was the Aesir as well, that one made more sense to him. "Yeah that makes more sense really. I'm actually surprised that your sister isn't the other Aesir to be honest. She is more level headed than you" he teased him. "So how is Riley by the way? Hey remember when we were about twelve and she had a prediction that you'd break your leg so she followed you all around camp? And then you broke your leg cause you were messing around on the Shipwreck, showing off & saying that you were gonna be fine" he asked with a laugh, remembering the memories of the past.

Roland groaned as he listened to Justin keep mentioning the infirmary. "When did you become such a bore Justin?" he asked, teasing his shield-mate. To him, Justin was still his shield-mate, he had no idea on this new shield-mate that Justin had. "Let's go have fun, like the old times" Hearing the name Atticus, Roland paused as he tried to think on who that was exactly. But nothing really came to his mind. "Atticus?" he questioned, how was this guy important exactly? "I don't remember who that is really" he added, frowning a little.

Hearing that somebody had been attacked and killed at the Shipwreck, Roland paused acting as if he was scared. "What?" he questioned Justin, making sure what he 'heard' was true. "Who on Earth could have done something like that?" he asked. He then nodded his head. "okay, I'll go to the infirmary, get cleaned up and then we'll go to the Shipwreck and check everything out." he told Justin, there was no way that Justin was going to make him sit around and do nothing.

Feeling 'weak', Roland stumbled a little but managed to catch himself. Grabbing onto Justin's should to hold him up, he smiled at the son of Thor. "Lead the way Justin." he said to him. If he followed him then he knew Justin would shut up about it soon enough. "And then after we go to the infirmary can we get some food? i really am hungry you know"


WORDS:; 387
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Justin/open
MUSE:; Break free by Ariana Grande
NOTES:; Enjoy~

If anyone else aside from Atticus, Riley, Eleanor, or now Roland, had said something like that, his ego probably would have been insulted. He'd earned his rank, his title. He was one of the best warriors that the camp had. He took it that Roland was teasing him, and didn't say anything, though he wondered if Roland remembered how fragile his ego was. "Riley's Vanir. She can't be that and an Aesir," he explained, "Yeah she's still a protective, annoying sister, but I'm stuck with her." He grinned at the memory. He'd never broken his leg before then and would have cried if Riley hadn't been there. He hadn't wanted to cry in front of his sister. "I remember a week or so later, one of the staff had to climb to the top of Shipwreck and get me down 'cause I wanted to see if I could fly."

Before he could even try to think of a way to explain who Atticus was without possibly hurting Roland, a familiar voice sounded from behind him. He jumped, startled. Why hadn't he heard Kol coming? Had he been that focused on Roland? He started to turn around to tell Kol he shouldn't have snuck up when the son of Skadi's words sank into him. He stopped and suddenly felt incredibly guilty and just wrong. And not just guilty that he hadn't told Roland right off the bat. He felt like he owed Atticus an apology. He wondered if Kol had seen Roland kiss him. It had just been on the forehead, no big deal in his opinion when he thought about it, but he didn't want Kol telling Atticus he thought he was cheating on him. That made him feel sick.

For some reason, he felt the need to justify himself to Roland. He'd visibly paled, like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car. "Atticus... he asked to be my shieldmate a little over a year after you were gone," he found himself saying, though he couldn't bring himself to look at Roland, afraid he might see hurt on his best friend's face. He'd failed to save Roland before. He couldn't bare the thought of hurting him now. He forced himself to look at Roland. "Technically we're still shieldmates and I've never read anything that says I can't have two." Except that he doubted he could, but he wanted to make it work if he could. He knew his words probably sounded idiotic - he was smarter than most people thought - but wasn't it at least worth a shot.

He shot Kol a look, though he had no personal problem with Atticus' half-brother. "Roland's one of the bravest warriors I've ever known. He was my first shieldmate and he's simply returning home. Show some respect." His voice was a bit shaky from the whirlwind of emotions he'd been feeling since seeing Roland for the first time in what felt like forever. He wasn't even sure if he wanted Atticus to find him and meet Roland or not. He felt very wrong, like he was cheating on Atticus, but he wasn't. His feelings for Atticus were stronger than any feeling he'd had for Roland. Roland had been his first love, yes, but Atticus was his true love, his final. He believed that. Yet why did this feel so wrong?

He wondered if he looked as guilty as he felt, as dirty as he felt, when he turned back toward Roland. "Roland, I was going to tell you about Atticus, I just... Now didn't seem like the time. I wanted to make sure that you're okay. I wanted to sit you down privately and tell you." He swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat. "I-I didn't want to hurt you."


WORDS:; 630
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Roland Chambers, @kol, Camp Midgard
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; Whelp Justin you screwed up uwu

So this Atticus was important to Justin, as Roland's new replacement it seemed. How easy it seemed that the son of Thor threw away the memories of Roland and just accepted anybody else into his life. Apparently it roughly took six years to actually get over the son of Vidar. His gaze fell onto the new guy that had shattered a new reality for the son of vengeance.

Of course it was silly for Roland to think that when he came back, that everything would be like how he had left it. Untouched. It was a fools dream really, which it turn made Roland the fool.

Looking at the new guy, trying to keep his cool, Roland gave him a fake smile. How could he give him a true & happy smile when this guy had shattered his world right in front of him? "My name is Roland Chambers." he introduced himself. Every since he arrived at camp he always went by his middle name. His first name was horrid; Balfour. How his mother even liked that name was beyond him. "I am Justin's shield mate" he paused and looked at the son of Thor before looking away in disgust. "Well I was anyway before I died." he added.

Roland rolled his eyes at Justin's selfish idea of having two shield mates. Although the Aesir was right, there was no rule saying that one couldn't have more than one, Roland shook his head. He didn't like the idea of sharing somebody.

This Kol seemed familiar to the son of Vidar. But he couldn't really remember to be for sure. He did know a lot of people before he ultimately left the camp and 'died'. There was a good chance that they were just acquaintances and never got the chance to speak to one another, with how he acted, Roland was glad for that.

Lifting his hand up as to hopefully get the son of Thor to shut up and to stop speaking, Roland shook his head. Pushing any emotion away from his entire being, he made sure he was silent on this, like his father. "The damage has been done." was all he simply said to Justin.

Straightening out his jacket, Roland gave the two a plastered on smile. Outside he made sure to look like he was somewhat alright while deep down he felt like he was breaking apart. "You two have fun" he said and let go of the strings of his jacket. "I'm gonna go to the infirmary, alone." he said, making sure he said it loud and sternly enough for Justin to get the point. Though Justin was dense & thick headed, there was a chance where he would ignore it and follow Roland anyway. "You have fun looking for the intruder"


WORDS:; 460
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Justin/open
MUSE:; Under the Water by The Pretty Reckless
NOTES:; Enjoy, my muse is feeling angsty lmao

Justin was very pale, looking like he was going to be sick. He felt sick. He'd fallen completely silent, just staring at the ground. A few storm clouds had already gathered in the sky, crackling as they responded to his emotions. He'd never been good at controlling thunder storms and lightning. He could summon it, but controlling them once they were summoned was a different story. He thought Riley was better at it than him. For once, he didn't know what to say or if he should say anything at all. He decided not to say anything at all, mostly because any words that came to his mind caught in his throat. He wished he had sunglasses on to hide his eyes.

He couldn't bring himself to look at Roland, and visibly flinched when Roland said he'd be going alone. He felt guilty, angry, and hurt in his own way. He wanted to yell at Kol, but what good would that do? It wasn't right for him to let out his emotions by snapping at Kol. He needed to go to his bunker and just trash it. He didn't want to leave Roland. But what could he do? He'd done enough damage already, that was obvious. Lightning crackled and flashed in the sky as if warning the son of Thor to keep his emotions in check. He'd feel even worse if he accidentally fried a fellow camper.

He felt more than saw Kol's eyes on him. He straightened his back and held his head up as high as he could manage, wanting to appear strong despite the stinging in his eyes. "Make sure none of ours are in the forest," he managed to say, his voice quiet and shaky. He cleared his throat but that didn't stop his voice from shaking. "I don't care what you do after that." Freezing the forest could damage it and the wildlife, but he wanted that to become Eleanor's problem, not his. He didn't need any more problems, not right now.

He forced himself to look at Roland and opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it and looked away. He stuffed his hands in his jacket's pockets and kicked at the dirt. The sky was much more clouded now. He figured if he ran into Riley later, she'd ask him what was wrong. He didn't think anything aside from the two of them and a kid of any other weather deity could get the sky to change that quickly.

"I'll uh... I'll leave you alone," he mumbled. He bit down hard on his lower lip as if wanting to cause himself some sort of pain, believing that he deserved some pain. He'd just hurt one of the most important people in his life. He didn't want to go unpunished. He gripped his battleaxe tightly, his fingers turning pale like his face. He turned to leave, hoping that he'd be the one to find the intruder. If he found him or her, he wanted to take his frustration out and chop their head clean off. He'd probably have to settle for embedding his battleaxe in the wall of his bunker.


WORDS:; 528
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Roland Chambers, @kol
MUSE:; Nothing Left to Say by Imagine Dragons
NOTES:; n/a

Hearing the other question that the new guy had for him, Roland shrugged his shoulders. "Honestly. I have no idea" he said, as if he he had been looking for the answers ever since he woke up. "The last thing I remember is my entire body being crushed by a boulder. And then nothing. No Valhalla. No feasts, wine or anything else that the gods had promised people who died" he said, knowing that would at least irk Justin, the one person who probably believed in the idea the most. "It felt as if I was being held under water, just so much pressure was on top of me. And then, I woke up. As if nothing had happened. I mean I have a faint pain all over of where that damn rock hit me."

Roland looked over at Kol, squinting his eyes. "Look I don't need you telling me how time will heal everything. You're the one that caused the wound" he said to the son of Skadi. Hearing Kol's idea and how easy Justin was to jump on it, Roland blinked and looked at the two of them. "Uh no" he piped up. His father was the god of forests, it felt like a personal stab to him (even though it probably wasn't). "Look I know these woods better than just about anybody here. Unless if somebody else now knows them better than me" he spoke.

"New plan. If you want somebody to found in there, you're gonna need me" Roland told them, which was true. But it was also very cliche, returning to the scene of the crime. It was how a lot of people got caught. But they were stupid, Roland however was not. "If you still want me to go to the infirmary, I will. Kol can take me, that way you know I got there. But I do not want this ice psycho" he said, pointing at Kol, the words 'ice psycho' being the only ones that he could form at the moment. "To ruin and kill anything in the woods. I will not stand for it, in the name of Vidar" he said, putting his foot down on the matter. How Justin could easily 'yes' to that plan baffled Roland.


WORDS:; 375
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Justin Matthews, @kol
MUSE:; Why'd You Bring A Shotgun to the Party by The Pretty Reckless
NOTES:; Enjoy

Roland rolled his eyes as he listened to the Ice Queen ramble on about something. To be honest, Roland really didn't care. It was like a static sound to him, slightly annoying. Turning his attention to Justin, Roland shrugged his shoulders. If he going to act like he had died and nothing happened, he would have to play stupid for a while. "Maybe" he mumbled back.

Running his fingers through his hair, a sigh escaped his mouth. Did he expect everything to go really easy? Yeah he did. But now Justin was all upset and in his heart, Roland did feel guilt. It felt like somebody had his heart in a very tight grip. Swallowing hard, Roland looked at Justin and gave him a smirk. "Come on" he said, punching the son of Thor in the shoulder in a playful manner. "Don't get all girly and chick flick moment on me" he added, teasing the kid. "Justin, I don't expect you to remember anything about my father. I can barely remember anything about him to be honest. He wasn't a very popular guy. I mean your father is the god of thunder, storms, oak trees and a bunch of other cool stuff."

"I accept your apology Justin. But really, I should be the one apologizing to everybody here. I came back and assumed everything would have been the same as when I felt. I should have realized that you would have eventually moved on. And you" he said and looked over at Kol. Honestly the guy was annoying. But he seemed like a good guy. A guy he could probably trust. "I apologize for how I acted earlier. I should not have lashed out at you. Can we start over? Here, my name is Balfour Roland Chambers. My mom liked really weird names and my father is the god of vengeance, silence and forests" he said and held his hand out to the new guy. "So how about we go to the stupid infirmary so Justin can make sure that I'm okay, even though I've said it a million times and then I will fill my stomach with food until I burst. Because I kind of feel like I might pass out if I don't get food inside of me."


WORDS:; 378
OUTFIT:; here
TAGGED:; Justin Matthews, @kol
MUSE:; The Horror of our Love by Ludo
NOTES:; Enjoy