König

A forest nymph told a naiad, who told a siren, who told a kraken, who finally told König something about… cyan trees? Why the hell were trees growing cyan nowadays? Had he really not visited the land in so long that trees are starting to grow blue? To be fair, some details were lost with each translation and story passed on, so the story was bound to be confusing.

"What in hell would make the trees grow cyan?" König grumbled, half to himself, half to the humanoid kraken that fidgeted nervously in front of him. He leaned to the side to catch the other's gaze, not letting the hybrid look away for another second, wanting an answer.

"Just.. yknow… him." The other man stammered, tentacles where his hair would be moving to cover his eyes. Usually, König would be proud that he was causing someone else to be uncomfortable and unnerved, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. "Your cousin."

… Sebastian Krueger.

"Krueger?! What the hell is he doing, making trees cyan? Is this some kind of joke? Does he envy me so terribly that the world around him has to be blue too?!" Bubbles left König's mouth as he yelled in the trench, imagining the smug smirk on his cousin's face. Asshole, always had the better life, living on land with pure God blood in his veins. Not like König and his half-kraken, half-God blood. At least he had a mother, and not just one parent. König reminded himself, putting himself on a mental pedestal yet again.

The other kraken peeked out from behind his hair, "I’m not sure, König sir, but maybe a m-mermaid could ask him to change it back o-"

"Shut up." König snarled, puffing out his chest and rising in the water a little bit, wanting to add to his intimidating appearance(maybe König did have a fear kink after all..)."You won’t tell Krueger anything. Hear me? Nichts. Ich möchte es selbst sehen." (Nothing. I want to see it myself.)

With a final glare, König turned, tentacles propelling himself towards the surface of the water. The water pressure around him began to lessen, strange-jawed sharks and sharp-toothed fish beginning to disappear the lighter it got. Breaking the surface tension of the water, König grumbled under his breath as he neared the land, eyes scanning the shore. The tentacles that made his lower body wove together to form the shape of two limbs, lower body transforming into two pale-skinned, bending muscles- something hanging between them. He felt a strange surge of satisfaction, knowing how his body looked to others, how some people strived for what he gained so easily- some even going to pray to Gods. He would rather be caught dead than praying to one of those snowflake-hearted things.

König already had a big enough dick to go with his big ego.

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The heels of his feet dug into the sand, passing under any shade there was. König had almost forgotten how hot the sand could get, and he doubted that the other Gods wanted him on land, either. What they thought didn’t matter. What mattered was seeing those cursed cyan trees for himself. Stepping over stones and pebbles, hissing sharply every so often and stumbling, König pushed aside fronds and hauled over hills. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much civilization, just a wandering trader here and there, giving him strange looks for walking nude a the forest. Besides, what could he have covered himself with? All his cloaks and tunics were back underwater, as soaked as a pineapple under the sea.

… Am I even going in the right direction?

What if the mountains were to the south, rather than east? What if they were the opposite way he had came? Why weren’t these things passed on from story-to-story?! Did the universe have a grudge against him? Was this all a joke?! What if this was a plan set up by Krueger to get him to walk around nak-

Someone was laughing. Someone was in the bushes or trees, laughing. Whether it was at him or not, he couldn’t tell. Usually König would’ve brushed it off to save his ego and save an awkward social interaction, but he found his body moving toward the source of noise.