The ship is my: Dark and wretched burden to bear. My torch that’s actually just my hand but on fire which technically counts as a torch. The only way that evil, undead kings go unloved is if other evil, undead kings do not love them.
I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |
I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive (though their subjects get the brunt of their abuse) | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |
Children: No (Though maybe Thorn would ask Joko to babysit Prince Edrick, an adult man) | Yes | They’d think about it
General Opinion: This is pretty close to being the dumbest thing I ship and someday I’ll write some fic that’s not crack about it because that’s the real challenge. To make this serious. That or I’ll just stick to awful sex scenes in which they get offended that the other’s semen is candy corn glaze/tar.