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The next stage is little five minute flash dates. Eddie tries his best, but he finds himself glancing more and more often at the timer as the dates go on, and it starts to really sink in that there’s only one date he’s looking forward to.
After his third not-quite-so subtle check of the timer, Brunnhilde sits back in her chair and sighs. “You don’t need to worry, the Klyntar’s next.”
Eddie flushes because- okay, that was rude, and also- he really, really doesn’t want to piss off someone with muscles like that. “Sorry.”
“Strange to see one so far from home,” she muses, “the only ones who tend to travel are rogues- and they are much nastier.”
Eddie, damn him, perks up. “You know something about-” he breaks off because- yeah. Discussing another date with someone he’s supposed to be on a date with is- well, he’d probably deserve getting broken over her knee.
But he just gets a tolerant smile. “Some, not much, mostly in stories. The rogues are bad news, but this bunch-” she pauses, looks him up and down, something evaluating in her eyes. “When they find the right person, that can be special. Are you sure you’re not a warrior?”
Eddie blinks, “Uh, no. I’m a reporter. You know, Brock report?”
She shrugs, and the timer goes. “Well, that’s up to them. I’m sure you’ll find out when you bond.” She gets up.
Eddie starts up too, “Wait, what! Bond?”
But she just smiles and swaggers out- really, fuck Asgardians. The timer is stopped, the chair is pulled away and Eddie feels his heart rate pick up and- really? He’s really getting nerves over this? He quickly wipes his hands on his pants and sits up straight, trying not to look too eager as Venom is pushed in.
They are still in the same chair, and this close, Eddie can see that they are wearing- some kind of clear suit, a bit like a bubble. Some kind of environmental suit, Eddie realises, and can’t help but feel disappointed. He’d hopes they could- well, a kiss would have been nice to try, even with those teeth-
And he gets a full frontal view of those teeth as Venom smiles. Broad and wide and so utterly happy that Eddie feels something bright and warm light up inside him, and no matter how many or how sharp those teeth are- he doesn’t care.
“Hi,” it comes out a bit too soft, almost a whisper. “Nice to meet you.”
“Eddie.” Venom purrs his name like they’re savoring it. “We have come a long way to meet you.”
“I heard about it.” Eddie tries a smile, it comes out okay. “You come from- Klyntar, is that your world?”
“Yes- no.” They pause, hesitate. “We came from Klyntar, but we were not born there. We came one a comet, a long time ago.”
“Is that why- the suit?” Eddie waves at it. And Venom presses a tentacle against the plastic, it stretches around a tentacle, reaching out to Eddie, halfway across the table.
“Yes. The oxygen. It burns. But I wanted to come here anyway. Your planet is so beautiful, and I knew you would be worth the journey.”
Eddie’s mouth dries. He looks down at the tentacle, resting there, just a touch away. “Why me?”
“You are special.” Venom says simply. “I knew when I saw you. You felts right. I knew we would be right.”
“Right for what?” Bonding, Brunnhilde had said. Beside them, the timer is ticking down, and Eddie has no awareness of it. “There’s seven million people here, I’m nothing special.”
“You are for me.” And fuck but that should not feel as good as it did. “We would be so good, Eddie. You and I, Venom.”
And he should really be freaking out. It should be creepy, should be weird but- it isn’t. Maybe because Venom is so alien, everything is so strange that this is just- part of it. He swallows. “And if I say no?”
And Venom recoils, shrinking inside his suit. The tentacle starts to pull away, but Eddie reaches out and catches it in both hands, pressing it between his palms. It’s soft, firm and warm.
Venom stops, and the tentacle moves gently, stroking over his wrists. “Do you want to?” They say finally.
“No.” Eddie squeezes the tentacle gently. “But this is- a bit fast, for my people.”
“Oh.” Those huge white eyes blink and that is so adorable, it should be illegal. “What would you like to do?”
Eddie hesitates- and the timer goes. Fuck. “We’re not finished!” He snaps to the film crew about to wheel Venom away. “How about another date?” The tentacles winds around his wrist. “Maybe- without the suit?”
And another smile, huge and dazzling. “We can sort something out.”
The next stage is little five minute flash dates. Eddie tries his best, but he finds himself glancing more and more often at the timer as the dates go on, and it starts to really sink in that there’s only one date he’s looking forward to.
After his third not-quite-so subtle check of the timer, Brunnhilde sits back in her chair and sighs. “You don’t need to worry, the Klyntar’s next.”
Eddie flushes because- okay, that was rude, and also- he really, really doesn’t want to piss off someone with muscles like that. “Sorry.”
“Strange to see one so far from home,” she muses, “the only ones who tend to travel are rogues- and they are much nastier.”
Eddie, damn him, perks up. “You know something about-” he breaks off because- yeah. Discussing another date with someone he’s supposed to be on a date with is- well, he’d probably deserve getting broken over her knee.
But he just gets a tolerant smile. “Some, not much, mostly in stories. The rogues are bad news, but this bunch-” she pauses, looks him up and down, something evaluating in her eyes. “When they find the right person, that can be special. Are you sure you’re not a warrior?”
Eddie blinks, “Uh, no. I’m a reporter. You know, Brock report?”
She shrugs, and the timer goes. “Well, that’s up to them. I’m sure you’ll find out when you bond.” She gets up.
Eddie starts up too, “Wait, what! Bond?”
But she just smiles and swaggers out- really, fuck Asgardians. The timer is stopped, the chair is pulled away and Eddie feels his heart rate pick up and- really? He’s really getting nerves over this? He quickly wipes his hands on his pants and sits up straight, trying not to look too eager as Venom is pushed in.
They are still in the same chair, and this close, Eddie can see that they are wearing- some kind of clear suit, a bit like a bubble. Some kind of environmental suit, Eddie realises, and can’t help but feel disappointed. He’d hopes they could- well, a kiss would have been nice to try, even with those teeth-
And he gets a full frontal view of those teeth as Venom smiles. Broad and wide and so utterly happy that Eddie feels something bright and warm light up inside him, and no matter how many or how sharp those teeth are- he doesn’t care.
“Hi,” it comes out a bit too soft, almost a whisper. “Nice to meet you.”
“Eddie.” Venom purrs his name like they’re savoring it. “We have come a long way to meet you.”
“I heard about it.” Eddie tries a smile, it comes out okay. “You come from- Klyntar, is that your world?”
“Yes- no.” They pause, hesitate. “We came from Klyntar, but we were not born there. We came one a comet, a long time ago.”
“Is that why- the suit?” Eddie waves at it. And Venom presses a tentacle against the plastic, it stretches around a tentacle, reaching out to Eddie, halfway across the table.
“Yes. The oxygen. It burns. But I wanted to come here anyway. Your planet is so beautiful, and I knew you would be worth the journey.”
Eddie’s mouth dries. He looks down at the tentacle, resting there, just a touch away. “Why me?”
“You are special.” Venom says simply. “I knew when I saw you. You felts right. I knew we would be right.”
“Right for what?” Bonding, Brunnhilde had said. Beside them, the timer is ticking down, and Eddie has no awareness of it. “There’s seven million people here, I’m nothing special.”
“You are for me.” And fuck but that should not feel as good as it did. “We would be so good, Eddie. You and I, Venom.”
And he should really be freaking out. It should be creepy, should be weird but- it isn’t. Maybe because Venom is so alien, everything is so strange that this is just- part of it. He swallows. “And if I say no?”
And Venom recoils, shrinking inside his suit. The tentacle starts to pull away, but Eddie reaches out and catches it in both hands, pressing it between his palms. It’s soft, firm and warm.
Venom stops, and the tentacle moves gently, stroking over his wrists. “Do you want to?” They say finally.
“No.” Eddie squeezes the tentacle gently. “But this is- a bit fast, for my people.”
“Oh.” Those huge white eyes blink and that is so adorable, it should be illegal. “What would you like to do?”
Eddie hesitates- and the timer goes. Fuck. “We’re not finished!” He snaps to the film crew about to wheel Venom away. “How about another date?” The tentacles winds around his wrist. “Maybe- without the suit?”
And another smile, huge and dazzling. “We can sort something out.”