MaLoki: Decorations of Green
Title: Decorations of Green
Date Written: 12/1/07
Word Count: 355
Rating: K+
Fandom: Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok
Characters/Pairings: Yamino, Fenrir, Mayura
Spoilers: For Yamino and Fenrir's pasts
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: A Christmas MaLoki! *giggles*
"Miss Mayura? Do you need some assistance?" Yamino asked politely as he put down the tray of hot cocoa. Fenrir stirred a little from his position on the couch, but didn't move, just turning his head to watch them.
Mayura peered down from her perch on top of the ladder. "No, I'm just fine, Yamino!" she chirped, even as the garland she was hanging fell onto her head.
The human girl had complained of the lack of Christmas decorations around Loki's residence enough that the shrunken god had allowed her to decorate--on the condition that she did it herself ('herself', of course, not being a specification they adhered to, since she'd roped both Loki and his younger son into helping her with the Yule tree).
The three residents were quite curious as they watched the teen flit around, putting up things they had never seen before. It wasn't a negative thing, far from it--their own celebrations had always been an odd mix between the gods' and the giants' Midwinter customs. It was... sort of fun.
"And finally!" Mayura waved a piece of greenery about happily. "Last and least..." she giggled at her own joke. "...Real fresh mistletoe!"
Fenrir sneezed and turned to look at her, and Yamino knocked over a cup. "Miss Mayura... Did you say mistletoe!"
"Yes." She tied it, looking down at him. "Do you not know about that either? There's this tradition that if two people are under it together--" here, she giggled again, "--you have to kiss."
Fenrir shook his ears, giving his little brother a look that plainly said Not Good.
"Um... Miss Mayura? I'm sorry, but Master Loki's... Allergic?" He looked down at the small puppy, who nodded. "Yes, he's allergic."
"He is?" She looked up at it, cocking her pretty face as she regarded the piece of greenery.
"Oh, yes. Deadly."
"Well, we can't have that!" She took the piece off and handed it down to him. "Sorry about that, Yamino."
He nodded and tucked the weed into his pocket, hearing Fenrir's sigh of relief from across the room.
They both knew the old stories, and weren't about to tempt the Fates. At least, not any more than they already had...
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In the Norse myth of Ragnarok, the god Baldur is killed by a mistletoe arrow made by none other than Loki.
Date Written: 12/1/07
Word Count: 355
Rating: K+
Fandom: Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok
Characters/Pairings: Yamino, Fenrir, Mayura
Spoilers: For Yamino and Fenrir's pasts
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: A Christmas MaLoki! *giggles*
"Miss Mayura? Do you need some assistance?" Yamino asked politely as he put down the tray of hot cocoa. Fenrir stirred a little from his position on the couch, but didn't move, just turning his head to watch them.
Mayura peered down from her perch on top of the ladder. "No, I'm just fine, Yamino!" she chirped, even as the garland she was hanging fell onto her head.
The human girl had complained of the lack of Christmas decorations around Loki's residence enough that the shrunken god had allowed her to decorate--on the condition that she did it herself ('herself', of course, not being a specification they adhered to, since she'd roped both Loki and his younger son into helping her with the Yule tree).
The three residents were quite curious as they watched the teen flit around, putting up things they had never seen before. It wasn't a negative thing, far from it--their own celebrations had always been an odd mix between the gods' and the giants' Midwinter customs. It was... sort of fun.
"And finally!" Mayura waved a piece of greenery about happily. "Last and least..." she giggled at her own joke. "...Real fresh mistletoe!"
Fenrir sneezed and turned to look at her, and Yamino knocked over a cup. "Miss Mayura... Did you say mistletoe!"
"Yes." She tied it, looking down at him. "Do you not know about that either? There's this tradition that if two people are under it together--" here, she giggled again, "--you have to kiss."
Fenrir shook his ears, giving his little brother a look that plainly said Not Good.
"Um... Miss Mayura? I'm sorry, but Master Loki's... Allergic?" He looked down at the small puppy, who nodded. "Yes, he's allergic."
"He is?" She looked up at it, cocking her pretty face as she regarded the piece of greenery.
"Oh, yes. Deadly."
"Well, we can't have that!" She took the piece off and handed it down to him. "Sorry about that, Yamino."
He nodded and tucked the weed into his pocket, hearing Fenrir's sigh of relief from across the room.
They both knew the old stories, and weren't about to tempt the Fates. At least, not any more than they already had...
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In the Norse myth of Ragnarok, the god Baldur is killed by a mistletoe arrow made by none other than Loki.