Wild Hearts || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (shootingstarlord)

shootingstarlord:

rchardriders:

“Peter Jason Quill. When did you think I deserve to know that you’re the Prince of Spartax?!” Richard asked with an edge in his voice. He didn’t want to start shouting yet, he’d been trying to keep his cool on his flight back to Peter’s ship. Richard didn’t want to start a fight, but he wanted Peter to tell him why. Granted, he had a good idea of why Peter had kept quiet about the whole issue, he figured that knowing Peter for this long, his friend would have been able to confide in him. Apparently, this wasn’t so. No matter, Richard just wanted to hear Peter say it.

_{“Woah, hey, no slow down. What?” he held his hands up in the universal gesture of ‘please slow down’.}

_{Oh man, Richard looked pissed. The only problem was, he didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to say. “I- I don’t know! It never seemed like it was important during Annihilation and I avoided the subject then because I didn’t want you to take me out of the fight. I was needed where I was, and I didn’t know you well enough then to trust you to let me keep fighting if you knew I was some stupid Prince.” He hadn’t realized that even afterwards he had been avoiding the subject around Richard… and never brought it up. “Wait, who told you?”}

Sure, Richard would have probably treated Peter differently in the wars if he’d known, but they needed all the help they could get, and maybe he would have stopped Peter (not that he ever could), or at least tried to protect him more. He’d never have let Peter die, but that was as true as before he’d known that Peter was royal anyway, when Peter was just an ex space con, just a Shi'ar guardian, was just his best friend. Either way, it was immature to be lashing out at his best friend, but he felt hurt by it. But anger was easier than pain and sadness, and he’d latched on to that. “Oh I don’t know, maybe like an hour ago would have been a great time?! ‘Hey Richie, I don’t want to go to Spartax because the King is my father, and I thought perhaps you should know that.’ or maybe like 'Rich, before we die, I want you to know that I’m a Prince.’ or so many other countless times before? You were never going to tell me were you? Don’t you trust me now? Or was I just someone you could just — ”

“You are a stupid Prince. Running around, risking your life like that, playing hero.” Richard regretted his words the moment he said it. It wasn’t fair — He wasn’t being fair to Peter. Peter was a hero, was more than just a hero. Peter wasn’t just some Prince, and Richard should never define him as such. Peter was so much more than that. A tear ran down his cheek, out of anger or sadness he wasn’t sure. “Shit — I didn’t mean — ” But he had, he meant every word. Maybe he could have worded it better… He faltered, suddenly tired. Just days ago, he’d been so happy, overjoyed, even filled with an all encompassing relief and love, and now? He didn’t want to say else he might regret, didn’t want to completely break their friendship. Richard turned his body away from Peter, currently angrier at himself more than the man before him. “You know what? Maybe I should just go, I need time to think.”