Fenrir's Binding: The Queen And The Barbarian

By evolution-500

Genres: Romance/Angst

Feedback: Always welcome

WARNING: This story contains violence, coarse language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: Killer Instinct" is a property belonging to Rareware and Microsoft while "The Boys" is a property by Garth Ennis and Dynamite Comics. I do not own these characters.

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Bonus Chapter

He heard the ocean calling for him, even through the din of oncoming traffic, even while walking the noisy and busy streets of New York.

Kevin Moskowitz took a breath, exhaling condensation in the chilly cool air as he adjusted his long brown trench coat, quickening his step as he kept his profile low. He had to admit that there was a certain irony to it all; as a former member of The Seven, he welcomed everyone's attention on him, but now?

What he would give to be left alone.

Kevin waited at the stop light, his mind tirelessly working as he walked.

He had always felt different from everybody around him. It wasn't just the fact that he was a supe that made him different, but something else. He wasn't sure what, why or how exactly, but deep down, Kevin knew that something about himself was unique. That he wasn't like other people. Like other supes.

Walking alone down the street at eight-thirty in the evening, Kevin saw the red and gold hues of the setting sun paint the rest of the sky, the light dimming with each step he took as he restlessly wandered.

He was not really sure where he was going. With everything that was going on in his life, he just needed to have a walk and clear his head.

Casting a side glance at a newspaper as it fluttered along the ground, he frowned in dismay as he saw yet another headline about Vought's "golden girl" Starlight as she sunnily smiled, her picture seemingly mocking him.

Curling his gloved hand into a fist, Kevin clenched his jaw as he silently fumed in impotent frustration, wanting badly to lash out.

One blowjob. That was all he had wanted. That was all it took.

Nobody forced her to suck - he gave her a choice! She had played the game, just like every other initiate had, and look where it got her.

And she made a big fuss about him?!

He didn't get it.

Compared to him, she had it easy - when Kevin had joined, he had to go through so much worse than her; he had to service Homelander, Black Noir and Translucent at the exact same time, so why should she be any different?!

Was he grossed out by what he had to do? Sure, but boys would be boys - that was just how the game was played!

He had it so, so, SO much worse back when he had been with Varsity and his brief stint with the G-Men (seriously, FUCK those guys!), so why should that snotty little bitch be given special treatment?

As he wandered alone on the sidewalk, a car drove up beside him, honking loudly, the vehicle filled with a bunch of twenty-year-old white guys.

"HEY FISH-FUCKER! WAS THE OCTOPUS GOOD FOR YOU?!" The driver shouted through the open window before speeding off, riotously laughing with his friends.

Kevin sighed.

Pricks.

Taking a left, he frowned as he spotted an article about him, making him quicken his step to avoid being detected.

Back to square one, alone and miserable all over again.

The only difference now, though, was that, financially, he was in deep shit.

Not only had he signed his entire bank account to the Church Of The Collective, but his psycho "wife", Cassandra, had decided to file for a divorce and sue him for half of all his assets, including his favorite yellow Hummer.

Massaging his temples, The Deep shook his head wearily.

In retrospect, trying to convince her to have a threesome with Ambrosius was probably not the brightest of ideas, especially considering no normal person would want to have sex with an octopus.

Then again, given the world that he lived in, where everyone that he knew had powers that defied comprehension, what was "normal" anymore? "Normal" walked out the door when Frederick Vought secretly introduced Compound V to the world, changing the landscape forever.

A feeling of melancholy crept through Kevin as he reflected on his own life.

He had to admit, when the news story about Compound V broke out, his whole world had been shaken. For years, he had wondered why he had these powers, why he was able to hear and speak to fish.

His mother had assured him that these powers were a gift...but they weren't. They had been forced onto him.

He could have been normal. If it hadn't been for his parents, he could have had a normal life.

Lifting his head slightly, Kevin quietly stared out at the cityscape in quiet contemplation.

Had he been normal, would things have been different? Would he have assaulted those women as he had? Or was that all a part of who he was? Something within his DNA that made it all inevitable?

Cars honked and beeped as drivers cussed one another as they tried changing lanes.

Lowering his eyes to the concrete and gravel, Kevin softly exhaled, uncertain and frustrated by his own circumstances.

"HEY LOOK, IT'S THE DEEP!" He heard someone call.

He winced. 'Oh fuck, here we go.'

Ducking slightly, Kevin quickened his step, hurrying away as more he heard more and more people call out.

"PERVERT!"

"FREAK!"

"FLOUNDER-POUNDER!"

"SICKO!"

He kept on walking, ignoring the loud traffic, blocking out the obnoxious taunts as he continued with renewed determination, heading toward the harbor.

He needed to get away from all this, away from the noise, the smell, everything. He needed to think.

Shrugging off his coat, Kevin dove into the water, welcoming its coldness as he felt envelop him like a comforting hug, his form suspended underwater.

Wincing at its taste, he frowned in disgust as he spotted a used condom floating past him.

Gross.

'Would it kill anyone to reduce the amount of pollution here?' he bitterly thought.

As more garbage started to float past him, the more revolted Kevin became.

Okay, fuck this noise - he needed to get out of here.

Kicking his feet, Kevin started to do a front-crawl, his muscular arms and webbed hands pulling him along, causing him to glide deeper through the water as he started swim further and further away from the city. He swam away from the pollution, away from the constant abuse, moving deeper and deeper into the cold aquatic depths, never stopping.

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When he finally stopped, Kevin found himself alone in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Breaking the water's surface, he let out a gasp of air as he lay suspended in the water, his eyes staring up at the starless, moon-filled sky.

Not a single cloud anywhere. Just a giant shining moon that hung over the water, seemingly staring down at him.

Lying back, Deep let out a breath, watching it steam up with each exhalation.

'What am I going to do now?' he wondered.

With Homelander gone and Starlight as the new head of The Seven, his chances of getting back in were well and truly fucked.

He had apologized to her, he had offered her money, even sexual favors - which disgusted her for some reason beyond him - but no matter the offer, the answer was always a vehement "no".

It's just not fair.

As Kevin lay in the water and considered his next course of action, he felt something tug down on his leg, pulling him down.

The fuck?!

Straightening himself up, Kevin looked wildly around.

Did a fucking shark just try to take a nibble out of him?

He felt it again, causing him to instinctively kick his leg out.

'No,' he thought.

This wasn't a fucking shark.

Since when did sharks have hands?

As he felt the groping hand touch his ankle, Kevin reared his fist back.

"Oh no you don't, motherfucker!"

Diving beneath the surface, he tackled his attacker head-on, delivering a satisfying punch as they both spiraled deeper into the ocean, a flurry of bubbles and foam surrounding them that floated up to the surface.

Kevin grunted against the dark shape as he struggled against his unknown assailant, the two of them exchanging blows as they sought to overpower the other.

Just who the hell was this guy?!

As far as he knew, he was the only aquatic-based supe; none of them ever had aquatic-based abilities, nor did they ever hang around the ocean like he would.

Was this a new supe?

He frowned. Of course, it made sense. Probably some fucking new guy looking to mess with him.

Big mistake.

He struck his opponent, the two of them continuing their downward spiraling descent into darkness. Grabbing hold of his opponent, Kevin's brows wrinkled at the texture of the guy's costume.

What the hell? Why did he feel so slippery?

He struggled to get a look at his adversary, but all he saw was darkness, although occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of what looked and felt unmistakably like scales.

'Who the fuck am I fighting?' Kevin wondered.

Whoever he was, he was strong - that much was certain.

If this was some newbie, if Vought was looking to replace him, well, they got another thing coming!

He struck again, delivering a third, fourth, fifth and sixth punch to the ribs, then felt what seemed like unmistakably sharp teeth latch onto his shoulder.

What the fuck?! Was-Was he biting him?!

It didn't break the skin, thankfully, though it did piss him off.

He struggled in his opponent's grip, wriggling around like a fish caught on a line, then wrenched himself free, planting a kick into its solar plexus, breaking loose.

As he recovered, Kevin spun around to face him, then hesitated as he caught sight of his attacker.

It wasn't a supe at all.

Far from it.

Christ, the thing wasn't even human!

Shiny and slippery-looking, the creature had a slightly humanoid frame and size, with a pair of webbed hands and feet. Its skin, however, was a strangely greyish-green rugose and scaly patchwork that looked kind of translucent, at times shimmering a strange phosphorescent blue. A fin-like ridge lined its back, but its head was fish-like with a pair of prodigious, bulging eyes, with a wide, thin-lipped mouth that was lined with sharp, triangular shark-like teeth.

What really caught Kevin's attention, however, were the gills on its neck and chest, the latter looking similar to his own.

Staring with a mixture of shock and disbelief, Kevin kept completely still.

Tilting its head, the creature regarded him curiously as a pair of filmy, lens-like membranes slipped over its eyes.

'Can you understand me?' Kevin asked as he attempted to telepathically communicate with it.

Blinking, surprise etched on its face as the creature gave a slow and cautious nod.

Swallowing, he narrowed his eyes. 'Why did you attack me?'

The creature didn't answer. Instead, it kept staring at him, its nictitating membranes sliding over its eyes, the gills on its neck and chest flaring in the water. Opening its mouth, what came out was incomprehensible; a strange, croaking voice with alien-sounding syllables and dialect, unlike anything Kevin ever heard.

As it spoke, Kevin shook his head. 'I can't understand what you're saying, dude.'

The creature tried again, its gills flaring.

Frowning, Kevin shook his head, shrugging. 'I'm sorry, bro. I don't know what you're saying.'

Frustrated, the entity huffed in irritation.

As the two of them freely floated in the water, Kevin tilted his head as he studied it from top to bottom.

'What are you?'

It didn't "speak", as he had expected. Instead, it let him peer into its mind, and what he saw shook him to the very core.

Kevin was completely unprepared for the total, overwhelming audio-visual bombardment on his senses as the entity imparted its vast and ancient wealth of knowledge upon him.

Grabbing his head, Kevin writhed in the water as his mind became overloaded, his head feeling as though it were going to swell up and explode.

Shit, was this thing going to pop his head like those people at that hearing?

Panicking, Kevin swiftly swam away, breaking off his connection with the creature as he stroked all the way back to the surface, leaving the creature alone as it watched him from down below.

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He traveled thousands of miles before finally stopping. Breaking the ocean's surface with a sharp gasp, Kevin let out a cough as he cleared his lungs, the water's saltiness lingering on his taste buds.

Looking wildly around, he scanned his surroundings. Once he was certain that he was alone, Kevin felt the tenseness in his muscles slacken, a shiver rippling through his lean form as he sighed in relief.

Thank God it hadn't followed.

There was so much that he needed to process, so much that he needed to think about, and he just wanted to be left alone. It was weird that the creature stayed behind, seemingly making no effort at all in following him.

Granted, it was possible that it was around somewhere, waiting for him like a creep, but still, he was grateful that it let him go.

'Jesus, that was scary,' he thought.

As a member of The Seven, Kevin had seen and heard about all sorts of fucked-up things, whether it was Jack from Jupiter and his getting fucked in the ass by dozens of transsexuals at the exact same time, Teenage Kix and their antics, or the G-Men, but Christ! All of that shit was nothing compared to the stuff that he saw in that thing's head.

Kevin stared out at the black ocean, the moon casting its rays from the starless sky as it pitilessly stared at him, seeming to watch him.

Shuddering, he felt chilled, but not by the cold.

He saw so many many things. So many dark and horrible things that he couldn't help feeling as though he had a glimpse of something truly forbidden.

He learned of the things that were, and shall be again.

He learned of the Deep Ones, a great ancient race of fish people that lurked under the cold oceanic depths that were biding their time, waiting to one day reclaim the surface.

He learned of Father Dagon, of Mother Hydra.

He learned of Great Cthulhu, who lay dreaming in his sunken city of R'lyeh, waiting for the stars to align.

But even more importantly, he saw in that creature's mind the universe as it was, along with his place within it.

Kevin bobbed up and down in the black water, swallowing as he felt his eyes tear up, a flurry of emotions assaulting him all at once.

For the first time in ages, he had an answer. An answer to everything.

He didn't need Vought.

He didn't need A-Train.

He didn't need Starlight.

He didn't need Homelander or The Seven. He didn't need to be a celebrity or a hero - that was all bullshit.

For so long, Kevin had wanted to prove his worth to the world. He had thought that by joining The Seven, it would affirm his importance.

He had yearned to be a part of something meaningful...but the truth was that he already was. He just hadn't realized it.

Everything that he had gone through, it had all been leading up to this moment.

Staring up at the moon, he let out a slight, tearful laugh as he felt something that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Joy. Pure, overwhelming joy.

Spotting a dark shape just a foot away from him, Kevin turned as he saw the water ripple, watching as the creature rose up beside him.

He made no effort at fleeing - in fact, he no longer felt afraid of this creature.

He had finally found the connection that he so craved. Through this creature, he had found his connection to those great and ancient though terrible powers, his connection to the Deep Ones.

Lifting its scaly head to face him, the creature regarded him with a calm patience, its eyes filled with the unmistakable look of respect.

'Would you like to meet the others?'

Blinking, Kevin stared at his companion for a brief moment, surprised that he was able to hear it so clearly now. He didn't entirely understand how it was so, but he had a feeling that he would be learning a lot more, and he welcomed the opportunity.

Smiling at his amphibious companion, The Deep answered with a single, silent nod, ready to see what happened next.

Nictitating lenses flared across the Deep One's eyes. 'Then let us-'

CRACK!

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"Ohhhh yeah!" Mina moaned in the driver's seat of the red speedboat with a cold beer in her hand, her boyfriend Jeff pulling his head up from her lap, his brows scrunched up.

"Did you hear something?" Jeff slurred as he took a sip from his beer bottle.

"Hm?" she stirred, recovering whatever clarity she had, even if it wasn't much.

"I think we might have hit something," her boyfriend slurred back as he attempted to drunkenly get up, only to stumble.

"Naah, we're fine!" Mina grinned before pulling him up with a deep, passionate kiss, smiling lasciviously. "Why don't you take the wheel, big boy. It's going to be a bumpy ride!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby!"

As the drunken lovers sped off across the ocean, they failed to notice the bloody messes that they left behind.

Underwater, Kevin's dismembered head and body sunk down to the ocean floor along with that of his aquatic companion, his glassy eyes watching on as their spilled blood drew the attention of nearby sharks.

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Author's Note: And that concludes this story! :D

So, for a while now, I had been debating whether or not to make this particular chapter, or if it would have been better as its own separate story, if not cancel the chapter entirely, just because The Deep in the show is one of my least favorite characters. That being said, however, I kind of figured "why not?" After all, I did promise you guys that I would write it up one of these days, and I wanted to keep my promise.

The idea of his being connected with The Deep Ones was kind of there from the start, but the idea of his potentially being a former member or failed candidate for the G-Men seemed like an interesting idea worth examining given that particular team's horrifying nature within the comics. I actually wouldn't mind doing a story based on Nubia and Silver Kincaid (aka Grace Wilhelm), the latter especially, just because she was the most tragic character within the comics, possibly out of any character.

Going back to The Deep, it was never my intention to give this guy a happy ending. I hated this character since episode 1, and while some of his mishaps were comical to watch, I never for a moment thought that he deserved an ending where he came out on top, let alone enjoyed success or happiness. I will NEVER redeem or reward a rapey piece of shit like him in any of my stories. Because of that, I wanted him to have his comeuppance.

In thinking about his character, one of the thoughts that occurred to me while writing was the possibility of his perhaps being a victim himself, perhaps at an early age. After all, it is not unheard of for some rapists and child molesters to have been molested themselves, and because of that, it seemed logical to deduce that the same thing could have potentially been true for him as well. Now granted, it is NOT a certainty. After all, there are no shortage of contributing factors - his status, his fame, his wealth, his arrogance, his being shielded by Vought, the whole "dude/bro" mentality, the environment he was a part of, his body dysmorphia and feelings of insecurity within The Seven, etc.

That said, however, I don't think it is entirely out of the realm of possibility that his being a rapist was something that he had learned and sort of accepted as a given, that he could have been a victim. Then again, who knows. Some people are just miserable pieces of excrement who don't need a reason to be what they are and deserve nothing but contempt, and The Deep is no different in my eyes. At least, in the show - the comic version was actually a very different character.

Anyways, that's enough about him. Thank you all for taking the time to read my story - I appreciate your support and hope all of you stay safe and healthy. :)