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Yeah. Wait, no, let me guess. You want me to come up with a name for you? I can do that. Laserdisc.

[ laserdisc piledriver. Dot Empeethree. he goes through a few names, gesturing stupidly with his hands up to the air in front of him before he realizes his joke got so carried away that he stopped Peter from asking his question. he lets his arms drop. ]

I mean, yeah. Of course? What's up?

[Peter's smile flickers back and be boops Odin on the nose in a you're such a moron kind of way. Affectionately, too.]

I just, I don't know... Been talking to Lucina a bit and she always calls you Owain? And I never do - never thought to, even though I know it's your name. You've just always been Odin to me and that's cool, but I just wanted to know what you prefer? Odin outside, Owain in? One or the other? Whatever makes you comfortable, man.

Just tell me and I'll stick to it, 'kay?

[ Pfshfsfh. Odin rubs at his nose and leans up further against Peter's chest. It's a good question. One that might have been a long time coming, all things considered. ]

It's... complicated?

[ he smiles, slightly apologetically, then tries again. ]

Owain is the name I was born with. My mom gave it to me. It's one of three things I have left of her. [ he pauses. ] Two and a half, I guess. It... I don't want to lose it? It's mine, and I...

[ there's a quiet that follows. a pregnant pause, as he dwells on something. a mistake, maybe, he isn't sure. he scrubs at his eyes and forges ahead. ]

I had to take the name Odin? It was given to me by a God who stole away my identity. Made my hair blond, even though that's not its natural colour. Removed a brand I was born with - a huge tattoo on my arm that indicated I was a member of the royal family. My identity as a prince of another world had to remain a secret, during my time in Nohr, so... yeah. New name. Odin. I've only had it for six years.

[ not that those six years don't matter. the name odin means a lot, because it's leo's and it's nohr's. it's just not-- his. ]

Both names mean a lot... but. [ he hesitates. ] Like I said - Owain is the name my mom gave me. It's a name only my family remembers. I've kept it private, handing it out in secret to those who started to matter - but I'm a coward? Lucina showed up, and she's my home. I couldn't ask her to not... call me that. I needed to hear her say it. So.

I don't know. It might not be special anymore now that everyone knows it, but. It is. To me. So.

It's up to you.

[While that was a lot of introspection into things, and it gave Peter a lot of insight, it didn't give him an answer. Which was part of the point, he realizes with a glance away and his fingers snaking back into Odin's blond hair to admire it. It's up to him to try and navigate from here, work something out... and he's instinctively close to wanting to hold on to Odin, since Owain seems like something farther away. Like he doesn't yet have the closeness for that to be tangible. Does he have the right to call him Owain? Didn't Poe do that?

After a pause:] Okay.

I'll just see what rolls out naturally, but I just wanted to make sure I didn't call the wrong thing out and make you uncomfortable. Odin. Owain. Odin. Owain. Both have a certain ring to 'em. I'm just used to... Odin, so it's probably what I'll blurt out more.

[ Odin shuts his eyes, letting Peter brush over his hair. His heart catches a little, and he clears his throat, focusing on something grounding. ]

Names are important to me. They're as real and as influential as the person who bears them? They're as solid and tangible to me as-- as like-- like the shit I made you for christmas, or-- the bracelet on your wrist. They matter to me? And they need to be treated with, like - respect. So.

[ a pause, and then a shift. ]

I don't want you to force anything. I just want you to do what feels right. Which is-- actually kind of how I always feel with you? I want you to just be-- like-- like, totally and completely happy and safe and comfortable whenever I'm around you. In this and in everything else.

[After a moment Peter's fingers still in Odin's hair, drawing down to rest his palm against the back of his neck as he yawns behind his other hand. Having someone next to him like this is doing him in, that warm hook of safety and security that reminds his body it hasn't slept well in ages. Makes the tension in him dissolve and starts to lull him to relax.]

I want you to feel the same way, man. And you do? Make me feel at ease. Like right now I just... this is nice? I wanted to chill with you more but I can tell I'm gonna pass out before we get to any hot gossip, but just... is it cool if I still crash here time to time? I'll try not to get in the way but this room makes me feel at ease.

Probably 'cause it's yours, but also 'cause it's full of dogs.

Man, you're gonna go to sleep?

[ he can't hide how disappointed he sounds. stupid bodies and their stupid passing out bullshit. he sits up and rests on his elbows, looking over at Peter, maybe a little too close. ]

I mean-- like, yeah. You don't have to ask.

I can try not to. [But Peter definitely looks tired, blinking to try and wake up a little but otherwise just - laying there looking back at Odin. Not hard to tell his energy's drained, hand slipping away from Odin's neck to just rest on the bed after a short trip skimming over his back.]

What d'you wanna do?

I... uh.

[ fuck, he doesn't know. it's right there on his face that he doesn't actually have a reason to keep Peter up, he just. wants this conversation to last? he wants this to last, he wants the feeling of fingertips brushing over him to last. he watches Peter for a moment and then gives up, shaking his head. ]

Man, it's cool. Go to sleep. We'll see each other again soon. [ he's acting as if peter's going away for a trip, or something, even though they're gonna sleep right next to each other until morning. he pushes peter's face with an open palm. bleh ]

[Peter makes a bleergh noise as a palm descends on his face and like a fat, sleepy cat, he doesn't do much to deter it. He does poke his tongue out to lick it in a purposely sloppy and disgusting way before laughing. Rootbeer perks up and hops on to the bed, curling up at their feet and Peter just. Feels at home.]

G'night, dumbass.

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