[English/anglais] Hu dada!
Title: Hu dada!
Author/Artist: maikichelorrain
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Prompt: 39- Colonial fluff and piggyback rides
Author's note: the story was beta-ed by strawberryburst
They both slept in the same bed, and Matthieu still wondered how he managed to fall into the joy of slumber in the first place. He had been far too excited since his arrival in France, and now that he was in Paris, and in the Louvre, he had had the impression that his brain wouldn’t have been able to calm down after all the discoveries he had made and the new things he had seen or learnt. Even the sheets were a wonder; the ones on the bed were smooth and warm; it had felt like heaven to sleep beneath them, curled up next to Francis’ body.
Francis was already up and was considering his clothes with great interest, while Matthieu was laying in bed, where the older boy had been, smelling the faint odour of Francis remaining around him.
“Why are your clothes so pretty today?”
Francis frowned, and appeared slightly worried. “Because they usually aren’t?”
“Ah no no, it’s not that…”
Matthieu felt like disappearing under the bed with the sudden urge to hug his polar bear; his arms closed on nothing as Francis had refused to let him bring it along. He hadn’t meant to be insulting, because in his opinion, Francis was always very well clothed. Very very.
“… This outfit looks just prettier than usual…”
Francis’ smile brightened and a second later, he was on the bed, Matthieu in his arms, petting his hair. Matthieu tensed at first, still not used to such display of affection but quickly relaxed - he liked the warmth of Francis’ body, being with him, especially now with both of them wearing the same clothes, their long sleeping robes. It felt nice.
“You think so? Ah, that’s wonderful! At least one person will recognize it! What would I do if I didn’t have you?”
Francis kissed his forehead.
“But won’t your King compliment you?”
“Henri?” Francis chuckled, “it’s the last of his worries I’m afraid. He’ll be too busy poking you to care about my dashing outfit. And I totally understand, you’re so cute… ”
Matthieu thought Francis would kiss him again, but he paused at the middle, pensive and instead, started to pat the little boy distractedly.
Afraid Francis would be somehow frustrated, Matthieu dared to take a quick peek at his expression ; the child didn’t fully grasp what a King was, as he didn’t have one exemplary at his home, but Francis cared for that… whatever so Matthieu woudn’t want to be an interference between the two of them. Even if he was pleased in a way that Francis’ King-thingy wanted to meet him - it was the first time one like him wanted to see him. And if he were that person, he would never forget to utter a nice word to Francis for the way he looked like, oh no.
“You know what, Matthieu?” Francis mused, “I’ve never considered it, but I just got an idea… that would make Big Brother really proud and you as pretty as me…”
*********************
“Francis, not so fast, I can’t walk. It’s so sticky!” Matthieu moaned.
“But you were so eager back in the room!” Francis complained in retaliation.
Ah, well, he didn’t imagine wearing a French outfit would be that difficult. His little gown had been enough so far; women would come at him to pinch his cheeks, never complaining about the way he was dressed and Francis would smile before taking the opportunity to flirt. Back at home, he wouldn’t care about that either. But then again, Francis had been so adamant to make everything perfect and there had been this little twist in Matthieu’s heart when he had pictured himself dressed like him…
Now he could barely move, yet alone run. It wasn’t fun at all.
Matthieu flinched.
“I’m not used to these breeches.”
“I never thought it was possible. I don’t remember having any problems switching between them and dresses.”
“You used to wear dresses?”
“Once upon a time, I was as chubby as you are now. You really can’t walk?”
Matthieu stared. He knew he was ruining it all; he just couldn’t take a step without looking ridiculous. This was so out of place, he was so out of place, in the middle of the castle. All he wanted was to run and hide, and maybe take a bath in the river as he had done while they were traveling. Running naked in the French countryside was very pleasant, but being up to date to French fashion definitively wasn’t.
“I guess I have to do something, then,” Francis sighed.
And without adding anything else, the teenager put his hands under Matthieu’s armpit and raised him above his head. Matthieu squeaked from the surprise, but didn’t protest, too shocked to put up a fight. Once settled on Francis’ shoulders, he grabbed his hat out of a reflex, before noticing it had no use at all. So instead, he put it on his own head, and his own head’s on Francis’ while his hands were knotting in front of Francis’ throat.
“Now you don’t have to be bothered! Let Big Brother help you!”
“Haaa, Francis, am I not too heavy?”
“As light as a feather!”
“Is it allowed to see the King this way?”
Now he pondered about it, he hadn’t seen anyone on a piggyback ride welcoming other persons. Matthieu didn’t know if it was allowed.
“Henri doesn’t care about things like that - he’s probably playing with the Dauphin anyway, I don’t even want to foresee in which position will find them. Are you comfortable up there?”
“Your hair is smooth.”
It was even better than the pillow he slept on.
“You’re so sweet. But aren’t you too high?”
“Not really. I rode animals at home, so it’s ok.”
“Then let’s go for a ride.”
Francis started to run and Matthew exploded in laugher.
Notes :
- the story takes place in 1609. At that period, the King Henri IV involved France incolonial enterprises in North America (Québec was founded under his reign for example).
And the King didn't bother with the etiquette much. According to an anecdote, he was discovered or on his knees with his son (the Dauphin) on his back by a Spanish ambassador.
- Canada was populated by different Native tribes at that time, therefore Matthieu didn't have one 'boss' at his head and the idea is foreign to him.
Author/Artist: maikichelorrain
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Prompt: 39- Colonial fluff and piggyback rides
Author's note: the story was beta-ed by strawberryburst
They both slept in the same bed, and Matthieu still wondered how he managed to fall into the joy of slumber in the first place. He had been far too excited since his arrival in France, and now that he was in Paris, and in the Louvre, he had had the impression that his brain wouldn’t have been able to calm down after all the discoveries he had made and the new things he had seen or learnt. Even the sheets were a wonder; the ones on the bed were smooth and warm; it had felt like heaven to sleep beneath them, curled up next to Francis’ body.
Francis was already up and was considering his clothes with great interest, while Matthieu was laying in bed, where the older boy had been, smelling the faint odour of Francis remaining around him.
“Why are your clothes so pretty today?”
Francis frowned, and appeared slightly worried. “Because they usually aren’t?”
“Ah no no, it’s not that…”
Matthieu felt like disappearing under the bed with the sudden urge to hug his polar bear; his arms closed on nothing as Francis had refused to let him bring it along. He hadn’t meant to be insulting, because in his opinion, Francis was always very well clothed. Very very.
“… This outfit looks just prettier than usual…”
Francis’ smile brightened and a second later, he was on the bed, Matthieu in his arms, petting his hair. Matthieu tensed at first, still not used to such display of affection but quickly relaxed - he liked the warmth of Francis’ body, being with him, especially now with both of them wearing the same clothes, their long sleeping robes. It felt nice.
“You think so? Ah, that’s wonderful! At least one person will recognize it! What would I do if I didn’t have you?”
Francis kissed his forehead.
“But won’t your King compliment you?”
“Henri?” Francis chuckled, “it’s the last of his worries I’m afraid. He’ll be too busy poking you to care about my dashing outfit. And I totally understand, you’re so cute… ”
Matthieu thought Francis would kiss him again, but he paused at the middle, pensive and instead, started to pat the little boy distractedly.
Afraid Francis would be somehow frustrated, Matthieu dared to take a quick peek at his expression ; the child didn’t fully grasp what a King was, as he didn’t have one exemplary at his home, but Francis cared for that… whatever so Matthieu woudn’t want to be an interference between the two of them. Even if he was pleased in a way that Francis’ King-thingy wanted to meet him - it was the first time one like him wanted to see him. And if he were that person, he would never forget to utter a nice word to Francis for the way he looked like, oh no.
“You know what, Matthieu?” Francis mused, “I’ve never considered it, but I just got an idea… that would make Big Brother really proud and you as pretty as me…”
*********************
“Francis, not so fast, I can’t walk. It’s so sticky!” Matthieu moaned.
“But you were so eager back in the room!” Francis complained in retaliation.
Ah, well, he didn’t imagine wearing a French outfit would be that difficult. His little gown had been enough so far; women would come at him to pinch his cheeks, never complaining about the way he was dressed and Francis would smile before taking the opportunity to flirt. Back at home, he wouldn’t care about that either. But then again, Francis had been so adamant to make everything perfect and there had been this little twist in Matthieu’s heart when he had pictured himself dressed like him…
Now he could barely move, yet alone run. It wasn’t fun at all.
Matthieu flinched.
“I’m not used to these breeches.”
“I never thought it was possible. I don’t remember having any problems switching between them and dresses.”
“You used to wear dresses?”
“Once upon a time, I was as chubby as you are now. You really can’t walk?”
Matthieu stared. He knew he was ruining it all; he just couldn’t take a step without looking ridiculous. This was so out of place, he was so out of place, in the middle of the castle. All he wanted was to run and hide, and maybe take a bath in the river as he had done while they were traveling. Running naked in the French countryside was very pleasant, but being up to date to French fashion definitively wasn’t.
“I guess I have to do something, then,” Francis sighed.
And without adding anything else, the teenager put his hands under Matthieu’s armpit and raised him above his head. Matthieu squeaked from the surprise, but didn’t protest, too shocked to put up a fight. Once settled on Francis’ shoulders, he grabbed his hat out of a reflex, before noticing it had no use at all. So instead, he put it on his own head, and his own head’s on Francis’ while his hands were knotting in front of Francis’ throat.
“Now you don’t have to be bothered! Let Big Brother help you!”
“Haaa, Francis, am I not too heavy?”
“As light as a feather!”
“Is it allowed to see the King this way?”
Now he pondered about it, he hadn’t seen anyone on a piggyback ride welcoming other persons. Matthieu didn’t know if it was allowed.
“Henri doesn’t care about things like that - he’s probably playing with the Dauphin anyway, I don’t even want to foresee in which position will find them. Are you comfortable up there?”
“Your hair is smooth.”
It was even better than the pillow he slept on.
“You’re so sweet. But aren’t you too high?”
“Not really. I rode animals at home, so it’s ok.”
“Then let’s go for a ride.”
Francis started to run and Matthew exploded in laugher.
Notes :
- the story takes place in 1609. At that period, the King Henri IV involved France incolonial enterprises in North America (Québec was founded under his reign for example).
And the King didn't bother with the etiquette much. According to an anecdote, he was discovered or on his knees with his son (the Dauphin) on his back by a Spanish ambassador.
- Canada was populated by different Native tribes at that time, therefore Matthieu didn't have one 'boss' at his head and the idea is foreign to him.