fic: Uninvited guest
Title: Uninvited guest
Series: FE10 AU
Character/Pairing: Soren, a baby, implied Boyd/Mist and Ike/Soren
Rating: Gen, PG at the very most.
Word count: 645
A/N: This is part of measuringlife’s Dark Chocolate universe, settled some time after Anti-Romanticism. It is also a very, very late birthday gift for starlitlady. I hope you like it, sweetie!
Soren was trying his best to put all his attention into the Organic biology book that was open on the desk, but she wouldn’t let him. That little, weeping monster that Mist and Boyd had named Elena. When Mist was pregnant, Soren had hoped the baby would take after her or Ike, but the newborn girl was as noisy as her father. Sometimes Soren wondered how something so little could cry so loud. He had tried to get as less involved with the creature as possible, as he did with everything that wasn’t Ike or any interesting subject like History or Organic Chemistry, but apparently Ike was fond of his niece, because when Mist asked if they could babysit the child, he said yes without thinking it twice. Soren wouldn’t have mind Ike’s interest in his new family if she wasn’t that bothering, but all she did was cry, eat and dirt her diapers. How could anyone on his mind find that cute?
As Soren know he would eventually do, Ike entered the room to ask for help.
“The baby is crying.” He announced, like it wasn’t obvious.
“I’ve noticed.” Soren said, trying his best to not sound too sarcastic or bitter. It wasn’t entirely Ike’s fault, after all.
“I don’t know what to do to calm her down.” Apparently Ike thought that Soren, being so intelligent, would be an expert on babies.
“Have you fed her?” If he knew something about babies was that, when they cried, they usually wanted food.
“I’ve tried, but she won’t eat. Maybe she’s sick.”
“What have you given her?”
“That weird dried milk Mist gave us. I’ve done all she said to prepared it.”
“Is that the milk?” He asked, taking the feeding bottle from Ike’s hand. It was so hot he almost let it fall. “Ike, it’s too hot for the baby.” He explained. “You’ll have to wait until it cools down or it’ll burn her mouth.”
“Oh, then I’ll put it in the fridge for a while. Here, take the baby.”
“Wait, Ike, it’s better if…” It was in vain, Ike had already put Elena in Soren’s arms and hasted to the kitchen, muttering a “Thanks, Soren”.
He looked down at the crying baby. Now that she was nearer, she was even more bothering.
“Best you stop crying” he said “or I’ll have to throw you trough the window, and that will upset Ike.” Killing kids wasn’t one of his hobbies, but a little bit of threatening wouldn’t do her any bad “It was difficult enough to explain how one of my books managed to crash into the television that time, I don’t want to have to explain your sudden leaping through the window.”
Maybe she understood, or maybe it was the look in Soren’s eyes, or maybe she was just tired of weeping, because she calmed down a bit, and was now sniffling more than crying. Soren gave her his infamous glare of death “Shut. Up.” he said, pronouncing the words clearly and slowly, in the same voice he used when Ranulf was especially annoying. She obeyed.
“Well, at least you’re cleverer than most of the adults I know.”
Elena looked at him with clear, almost dry eyes. Now that she was quiet, her similarities with her mother were much more obvious. She was just like Mist, except for the dark green hair and the deep blue eyes. Eyes that were an exact copy of Ike’s, same color, same shape. Soren sighed and let Elena play with one of his fingers. He couldn’t look at those eyes and still be pissed off, even if it was a baby staring at him and not Ike himself. And now that she wasn’t crying she looked much more likeable. Maybe babies weren’t so disgusting after all.
He changed his mind 10 minutes later, when Elena puked on him.
Series: FE10 AU
Character/Pairing: Soren, a baby, implied Boyd/Mist and Ike/Soren
Rating: Gen, PG at the very most.
Word count: 645
A/N: This is part of measuringlife’s Dark Chocolate universe, settled some time after Anti-Romanticism. It is also a very, very late birthday gift for starlitlady. I hope you like it, sweetie!
Soren was trying his best to put all his attention into the Organic biology book that was open on the desk, but she wouldn’t let him. That little, weeping monster that Mist and Boyd had named Elena. When Mist was pregnant, Soren had hoped the baby would take after her or Ike, but the newborn girl was as noisy as her father. Sometimes Soren wondered how something so little could cry so loud. He had tried to get as less involved with the creature as possible, as he did with everything that wasn’t Ike or any interesting subject like History or Organic Chemistry, but apparently Ike was fond of his niece, because when Mist asked if they could babysit the child, he said yes without thinking it twice. Soren wouldn’t have mind Ike’s interest in his new family if she wasn’t that bothering, but all she did was cry, eat and dirt her diapers. How could anyone on his mind find that cute?
As Soren know he would eventually do, Ike entered the room to ask for help.
“The baby is crying.” He announced, like it wasn’t obvious.
“I’ve noticed.” Soren said, trying his best to not sound too sarcastic or bitter. It wasn’t entirely Ike’s fault, after all.
“I don’t know what to do to calm her down.” Apparently Ike thought that Soren, being so intelligent, would be an expert on babies.
“Have you fed her?” If he knew something about babies was that, when they cried, they usually wanted food.
“I’ve tried, but she won’t eat. Maybe she’s sick.”
“What have you given her?”
“That weird dried milk Mist gave us. I’ve done all she said to prepared it.”
“Is that the milk?” He asked, taking the feeding bottle from Ike’s hand. It was so hot he almost let it fall. “Ike, it’s too hot for the baby.” He explained. “You’ll have to wait until it cools down or it’ll burn her mouth.”
“Oh, then I’ll put it in the fridge for a while. Here, take the baby.”
“Wait, Ike, it’s better if…” It was in vain, Ike had already put Elena in Soren’s arms and hasted to the kitchen, muttering a “Thanks, Soren”.
He looked down at the crying baby. Now that she was nearer, she was even more bothering.
“Best you stop crying” he said “or I’ll have to throw you trough the window, and that will upset Ike.” Killing kids wasn’t one of his hobbies, but a little bit of threatening wouldn’t do her any bad “It was difficult enough to explain how one of my books managed to crash into the television that time, I don’t want to have to explain your sudden leaping through the window.”
Maybe she understood, or maybe it was the look in Soren’s eyes, or maybe she was just tired of weeping, because she calmed down a bit, and was now sniffling more than crying. Soren gave her his infamous glare of death “Shut. Up.” he said, pronouncing the words clearly and slowly, in the same voice he used when Ranulf was especially annoying. She obeyed.
“Well, at least you’re cleverer than most of the adults I know.”
Elena looked at him with clear, almost dry eyes. Now that she was quiet, her similarities with her mother were much more obvious. She was just like Mist, except for the dark green hair and the deep blue eyes. Eyes that were an exact copy of Ike’s, same color, same shape. Soren sighed and let Elena play with one of his fingers. He couldn’t look at those eyes and still be pissed off, even if it was a baby staring at him and not Ike himself. And now that she wasn’t crying she looked much more likeable. Maybe babies weren’t so disgusting after all.
He changed his mind 10 minutes later, when Elena puked on him.