Harry and Ivy visit the Carpenter kids. The Carpenter kids welcome Ivy. The youngest starts playing house with her. They need another player. Que puppy eyes at Harry. Harry's now playing the role of a pregnant mom. 8D
Someone walks in and sees Harry with a pillow stuffed under his shirt.
"No." I crossed my arms and legs, leaned back against the couch and strengthened my resolve. I would not surrender.
Four small faces turned up, eyes shiny with unshed tears, lower lips quivering.
Well, okay. Three sets of eyes produced something that looked a lot like tears, and there was some suspicious sniffling. Ivy did none of that. She just looked at me. And thought reproachful thoughts. Have you ever been stared down by someone who could kill you with a harsh thought but had to use a booster seat in restaurants? It's *freaky*.
"Harry. You swore to Kincaid that you would keep me safe and happy. I saw you sign the contract." My finger throbbed where Kincaid had actually made me sign it in my own blood. Freaky bastard. "I wish to play house. Little Harry has informed me that we need a mommy. Therefore, my happiness requires that you do this."
"Ivy, I am not playing mom. I'm here to supervise. Not participate." One pale blond eyebrow quirked up.
"If you do not cooperate, I will tell Kincaid that you made me cry."
~
I was bent over in the play room, putting the kids to 'bed' when I heard heavy foot steps coming up behind me. None of the wards had gone off, so I knew it was someone who belonged. I took my time straightening up. The puffy pillow strapped under my shirt with a bathrobe belt was big enough it made moving in any direction fast an interesting enterprise. I'd been running into things all day until Ivy had made me sit down and delivered a lecture on how dangerous it was for 'the baby' for me to be bumping into things. There'd been graphs and pie charts done with glitter pens.
When I turned, Michael was standing in the door, a face splitting grin plastered on his face, trying not to laugh. I started to make a very rude gesture, purely out of reflex, and then the man in the hall behind him moved into sight.
Donar Vadderung unfolded to his full height as he came out of the hall, and the smirk on his face was so sharp it could have cut glass. I aborted my hand movement. As bad an idea as it was to flip off the retired Fist of God, it was even dumber to look like you were flipping off a living god. Vadderung liked me, but I assumed there were limits to what he'd take.
"Michael."
"Harry." He managed to get my name out through muffled laughter. The kids all jumped up at the sound of their fathers voice and ran to him, jumping up and down and trying to tell him about everything we'd done all at the same time. He smiled, eyes still laughing at me and settled in to listen.
Ivy sat up from her place on the floor and watched, like it was some strange tribal custom she was trying to learn.
I jumped when a pair of very large, strong arms came around me from behind, hugging.
"Hi honey." Donar's beard brushed against my jaw as he leaned down from and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. One huge hand patted the pillow-baby gently, and I could feel his laughter rumbling through my back.
I turned my head to say something. Something both diplomatic and face saving, and maybe a tad sarcastic, but there was a tugging at the hem of my shirt. When I looked down, Ivy was standing there.
XD Love this love love love it! And is that a hint of Odin/Harry I see? OMHG! I have the urge to look up Norse mythology to see if they where as prone to boinking mortals as the Greek/Roman ones were, and if their fates were as unfortunate or not.
It's going to be increasingly awkward whenever Harry meets Odin now(For Harry at least). Wouldn't it be great everytime the Odin makes a reference to this whenever they meet(and in public)? What would happen if this happened in a accords meeting and Ivy acted along with them.
Hah! This would be hilarious and awkward (for Harry) at an Accords meeting. I...might do that? I write crack whilst bored at work, and I spend a lot of time bored at work. :)
And I agree, Donar would see it as a suggestion. But Harry doesn't know that. Yet.
Do it! The world needs more Odin/Harry. And I say that as a die hard Marcone/Harry shipper. This meme has corrupted me!
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Playing House
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)Harry and Ivy visit the Carpenter kids. The Carpenter kids welcome Ivy. The youngest starts playing house with her. They need another player. Que puppy eyes at Harry. Harry's now playing the role of a pregnant mom. 8D
Someone walks in and sees Harry with a pillow stuffed under his shirt.
Could be any male/female character.
Bonus if it's Donar or Ebe.
Mini Fill: Honey, I'm Home
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)"No." I crossed my arms and legs, leaned back against the couch and strengthened my resolve. I would not surrender.
Four small faces turned up, eyes shiny with unshed tears, lower lips quivering.
Well, okay. Three sets of eyes produced something that looked a lot like tears, and there was some suspicious sniffling. Ivy did none of that. She just looked at me. And thought reproachful thoughts. Have you ever been stared down by someone who could kill you with a harsh thought but had to use a booster seat in restaurants? It's *freaky*.
"Harry. You swore to Kincaid that you would keep me safe and happy. I saw you sign the contract." My finger throbbed where Kincaid had actually made me sign it in my own blood. Freaky bastard. "I wish to play house. Little Harry has informed me that we need a mommy. Therefore, my happiness requires that you do this."
"Ivy, I am not playing mom. I'm here to supervise. Not participate." One pale blond eyebrow quirked up.
"If you do not cooperate, I will tell Kincaid that you made me cry."
~
I was bent over in the play room, putting the kids to 'bed' when I heard heavy foot steps coming up behind me. None of the wards had gone off, so I knew it was someone who belonged. I took my time straightening up. The puffy pillow strapped under my shirt with a bathrobe belt was big enough it made moving in any direction fast an interesting enterprise. I'd been running into things all day until Ivy had made me sit down and delivered a lecture on how dangerous it was for 'the baby' for me to be bumping into things. There'd been graphs and pie charts done with glitter pens.
When I turned, Michael was standing in the door, a face splitting grin plastered on his face, trying not to laugh. I started to make a very rude gesture, purely out of reflex, and then the man in the hall behind him moved into sight.
Donar Vadderung unfolded to his full height as he came out of the hall, and the smirk on his face was so sharp it could have cut glass. I aborted my hand movement. As bad an idea as it was to flip off the retired Fist of God, it was even dumber to look like you were flipping off a living god. Vadderung liked me, but I assumed there were limits to what he'd take.
"Michael."
"Harry." He managed to get my name out through muffled laughter. The kids all jumped up at the sound of their fathers voice and ran to him, jumping up and down and trying to tell him about everything we'd done all at the same time. He smiled, eyes still laughing at me and settled in to listen.
Ivy sat up from her place on the floor and watched, like it was some strange tribal custom she was trying to learn.
I jumped when a pair of very large, strong arms came around me from behind, hugging.
"Hi honey." Donar's beard brushed against my jaw as he leaned down from and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. One huge hand patted the pillow-baby gently, and I could feel his laughter rumbling through my back.
I turned my head to say something. Something both diplomatic and face saving, and maybe a tad sarcastic, but there was a tugging at the hem of my shirt. When I looked down, Ivy was standing there.
"I am going to tell you about my day now."
Re: Mini Fill: Honey, I'm Home
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Mini Fill: Honey, I'm Home
(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 02:43 am (UTC)(link)*puts on innocent expression* A hint of Odin/Harry? How on earth would that have gotten in there?
Even if Odin weren't prone to boinking mortals, he'd make an exception for Harry.
OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 12:22 am (UTC)(link)Your Mini Fills is AWESOME! :D
It's going to be increasingly awkward whenever Harry meets Odin now(For Harry at least). Wouldn't it be great everytime the Odin makes a reference to this whenever they meet(and in public)? What would happen if this happened in a accords meeting and Ivy acted along with them.
Marcone's reaction? Kincaid's? Y/Y?
:D
Ivy is increasingly cute in this. :)
Re: OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 01:54 am (UTC)(link)Hmm....Should I write that as a prompt?
Re: OP Here
(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 02:46 am (UTC)(link)To both your comments, OP. :DDD
Hah! This would be hilarious and awkward (for Harry) at an Accords meeting. I...might do that? I write crack whilst bored at work, and I spend a lot of time bored at work. :)
And I agree, Donar would see it as a suggestion. But Harry doesn't know that. Yet.
Do it! The world needs more Odin/Harry. And I say that as a die hard Marcone/Harry shipper. This meme has corrupted me!
Re: Mini Fill: Honey, I'm Home
(Anonymous) 2011-02-17 01:44 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mini Fill: Honey, I'm Home
(Anonymous) 2011-03-14 05:31 am (UTC)(link)