Rapunzel
RAPUNZEL
Author: Lottie Lenya
Rating: U
Pairing: VM/SB
Disclaimer: Fairy tales are not based on fact people! I made this up, it’s pretend…
Beta: My sassy Southern Belle, darknight999
A/N - This was inspired by another fairy tale I read at Rugbytackle - The Ice Prince by seleneheart. Don’t ask me what possessed me ‘cos I don’t know! I have taken some liberties with the original tale - but hey, guys, that’s showbiz!
Once upon a time in a kingdom far away from here, there lived a husband and his wife. They were very happy together but something was missing. They wanted a child more than anything else in the world. They talked to doctors and tried all sorts of remedies but the years went by and there was no sign of a baby.
One bright sunny day the wife was looking out of her window and she noticed a vegetable garden. The old woman who lived there had planted some Brussel Sprouts and they were ready to eat. They looked beautiful, green and succulent and the wife conceived the idea that if only she could eat some of those sprouts she would surely have a baby.
Well it was all she could think about and day after day passed and she said nothing. Her husband noticed that she was looking pale and asked her what was wrong.
“Oh husband, if only I could eat some of those juicy Brussel Sprouts, I am sure we would have our baby.
“But that is the Witch’s garden, my dear. If I was to get caught stealing her sprouts she would turn me into a snail and drown me in her slug trap, just as she did to the postman who took a short cut across her lawn.”
But his wife looked so ill that he decided to risk it. In the dead of night he crept into the garden and stole some of the sprouts. He took them back to his wife and was rewarded by her smile as she ate them, raw. Unfortunately the next night she begged him to go back and get her some more. This he did, for he could refuse her nothing. The third time he crept into the garden, through a convenient privet hedge he found the witch was waiting for him.
“How dare you steal from me, you thieving Minger! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn you into an ant and crush you underfoot.”
The poor gibbering man fell to his knees.
“Please don’t hurt me, my wife thought that if she ate your succulent sprouts we would have the baby we’ve waited for for so long.
The old witch looked at him for a moment.
“Let’s go and talk to your wife old man, I have a proposition for you.”
When they were all seated round the couple’s table, the old woman spoke.
“You have two choices. Either I turn you into something vile and crush you as you so richly deserve…”
“Or what…” the wife interrupted, she could hardly look at the old witch she was so scared.
“…Well, in nine months you will give birth to a baby girl. When she is five years old I will take her away from you and she will be the comfort in my old age.” She glared at the cowering couple. “Choose quickly, you are beginning to bore me.”
The couple had no choice and so it was that nine months later, almost to the day, the woman gave birth to a beautiful, blond baby boy!
The couple were overjoyed thinking they had escaped their fate. Their son was christened Sean and he was the centre of their lives. He grew into a lovely child, thoughtful, intelligent with the potential to be extremely handsome when he grew up.
On his fifth birthday his parents were preparing for his party when there came a knock on the door.
“Sean, love, go see who’s there.” Called his mother.
Sean ran to the door and opened it. There in front of him stood an ugly old woman who was glaring at him with barely concealed fury. Pushing him aside she stormed into the kitchen.
“Where’s my little girl? Where have you hidden her? Give her to me? Remember your promise and pay your debt or else…”
The panic stricken woman clutched her son to her.
“Sean is our son, he was born almost nine months to that day…”
“Curses…” the old witch stormed. “Something must have gone amiss. Ah well, a bargain is a bargain, Sean come here.” When the little boy didn’t move the old woman seemed to grow and fill the kitchen.
“Sean, get your arse over here now!”
The boy scuttled to her side; there was a blinding flash and the boy and the witch disappeared. His parents never saw him again.
************
The Witch took Sean far into the forest and installed him in a high tower. It had no stairs and no door. It did however have a large window. The Witch dressed Sean in girls’ clothes and from the day he came to the tower, she called him Rapunzel. His blond hair grew longer and longer and the witch kept a sharp eye on it. One day she called Sean to her.
“Here girl, let me plait your hair; it is almost long enough.”
Sean looked at her, perplexed. “Long enough for what Ma’am?”
The witch didn’t bother to answer she just slapped him hard across the face. Long immured to her slaps and pinches, Sean said nothing but sat patiently to see what happened next.
The witch threw the thick plait out the window and instructed Sean to cuff himself to the frame. Using the plait as a rope she lowered herself out of the window.
From that day onward the witch stopped using magic to get herself up to the tower. As she was getting older, she found it quite exhausting levitating sixty odd feet twice a day. When she wanted to come up she would call up to the window.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
As soon as Sean heard these words he would sling his plait out of the window and brace himself in the cuffs. The witch was no light weight and truth to tell Sean always had a headache for an hour after she’d climbed up and then down again.
One day the youngest prince of that fair land was out hunting in the forest. His horse stumbled and he was forced to dismount and see what the problem was. He could see the poor beast had a stone in her hoof but he had nothing with which to remove it. Hearing a call from a little way away, he tethered her and went to investigate.
He could not believe his eyes. He saw a high tower which had no door, just a big window. He heard an old woman calling.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
He saw a thick yellow rope swing out of the window and the old woman climb up. Sitting patiently in the bushes he waited to see what would happen next. A couple of hours later, just as he was thinking of leaving, he saw the yellow rope drop to the ground and the old lady disappear the opposite way to which he’d come.
Obviously there was only one course of action open to him. He stood under the window and called.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
The thick yellow rope appeared and Viggo climbed up.
You can imagine Sean’s surprise when he saw a handsome young man climb into his tower. His surprise was nothing to Viggo’s when he saw a beautiful boy dressed in a simple gown with the longest hair he had ever seen in his life.
Sean backed away, clearly he was frightened.
“Please sir, don’t hurt me.” He whimpered. “Who are you and what do you want?”
As their eyes met across the room crowded with old lady furniture, Viggo felt a stirring in his heart which would not be ignored. He knew as he gazed into the emerald green eyes that for the first time in his life he had discovered love. He wanted nothing more than to sweep this stunning boy into his arms and his bed and spend the rest of his days showing him how beautiful he was.
“When I left the castle to go hunting, I never expected to meet the loveliest creature I ever saw in my life, the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life.
He hurried across to Sean, taking him in his arms, he said, “My name is Viggo, my angel, what is yours?”
Sean blinked shyly. He knew he wanted nothing more than to let this handsome man take care of him.
“My real name is Sean, but the old woman calls me Rapunzel.”
Holding his head up for a kiss and starring into the blue eyes, Sean licked his lips. Viggo smiled as his tongue traced the outline of Sean’s mouth, before Sean’s lips opened allowing Viggo to thoroughly dominate the kiss. Sean felt Viggo’s hands pulling up his dress and squeezing his ass, when a finger brushed his small puckered hole, he jumped away nervously.
“No Viggo, not before we’re married. If you take my maidenhead no one will want to marry me.”
To say Viggo was perplexed was an understatement. But Sean hadn’t finished.
“If I was to have a baby out of wedlock, what would happen to me?”
Viggo sat the trembling man down.
“Sean, sweetheart, I think you and I need to have a chat…”
Two hours later Sean finally understood that he was a man and that he couldn’t have a baby but he remained resolute that having sex without marriage was out of the question.
As Viggo had an older brother who was already married with three sons, he knew his parents wouldn’t mind if he made Sean his consort. It was a very enlightened kingdom.
The lovers made their plans.
Viggo climbed out of the window, clutching one of Sean’s very thick hair pins between his lips. He took the stone out of his horse’s hoof and galloped back to the castle. He took a length of rope, about the same size and length as Sean’s plait and early the next morning rode back to the tower. He told his groom exactly what he was doing and where he was going because his father instilled into both the princes that whilst they could do whatever they wanted and go where they pleased they had to tell someone where they were.
All was going according to plan; the rope was attached to the window ready for Sean to escape when they heard a familiar voice.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
Panicked, Sean hid Viggo under the bed and let down his plait. The old witch climbed up and through the window.
“Hmmmm.” She said. “I can smell manflesh.”
Spinning around she grabbed Sean and pushed him up against the wall.
“What’s going on here my pretty? Who have you been secretly meeting?” The menace in that voice was almost tangible. Viggo leapt out from under the bed.
“Leave him alone you vile creature” He shouted.
The witch was beside herself with rage. “So this is how you repay me you ungrateful wench.” With a strength that was terrifying, she grabbed Viggo and literally tossed him out of the window. Grabbing Sean’s sewing shears; she sawed clumsily at his plait and threw him across the room.
There was a bang, a puff of smoke and when it cleared Sean was in a desert, there was no sign of the witch, the tower or the forest. He was all alone.
Meanwhile, Viggo had landed in some thorny thicket and lay unconscious until his groom, alarmed at his non appearance came looking for him and found his body. There was no sign of a tower, merely a piece of flattened grass that looked as if someone had been camping there for a couple of days. Viggo came to, luckily nothing was broken but his eyes had been scratched and he couldn’t see.
Sean wandered the desert for days, weeping, until he met up with a tribe who took him in and taught him how to be a man. Six months to the day he had met Viggo, the tribe came across a great city. Sean decided to try his luck in the metropolis and said good bye to the good people who had cared for him so well. The city seemed to be celebrating.
It appeared that today Prince Florizel was to be crowned king, following the death of his father a couple of weeks before. There was a big parade and Sean stopped to watch. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw his beloved Viggo, sitting in an open carriage. He called out to him.
“Viggo, my love, Viggo, it’s me Sean.”
When his groom heard his shout, he brought the carriage to a halt and the whole procession followed suit. The groom spotted Sean immediately, for Viggo had spent the last six months describing him to anyone who stopped still long enough to listen. In less time than it takes to tell, the lovers were reunited and when Sean’s tears of joy ran into Viggo’s eyes, the thorns that had blinded him miraculously dropped out and his site was restored.
The following day the two were married and they lived happily ever after.
Author: Lottie Lenya
Rating: U
Pairing: VM/SB
Disclaimer: Fairy tales are not based on fact people! I made this up, it’s pretend…
Beta: My sassy Southern Belle, darknight999
A/N - This was inspired by another fairy tale I read at Rugbytackle - The Ice Prince by seleneheart. Don’t ask me what possessed me ‘cos I don’t know! I have taken some liberties with the original tale - but hey, guys, that’s showbiz!
Once upon a time in a kingdom far away from here, there lived a husband and his wife. They were very happy together but something was missing. They wanted a child more than anything else in the world. They talked to doctors and tried all sorts of remedies but the years went by and there was no sign of a baby.
One bright sunny day the wife was looking out of her window and she noticed a vegetable garden. The old woman who lived there had planted some Brussel Sprouts and they were ready to eat. They looked beautiful, green and succulent and the wife conceived the idea that if only she could eat some of those sprouts she would surely have a baby.
Well it was all she could think about and day after day passed and she said nothing. Her husband noticed that she was looking pale and asked her what was wrong.
“Oh husband, if only I could eat some of those juicy Brussel Sprouts, I am sure we would have our baby.
“But that is the Witch’s garden, my dear. If I was to get caught stealing her sprouts she would turn me into a snail and drown me in her slug trap, just as she did to the postman who took a short cut across her lawn.”
But his wife looked so ill that he decided to risk it. In the dead of night he crept into the garden and stole some of the sprouts. He took them back to his wife and was rewarded by her smile as she ate them, raw. Unfortunately the next night she begged him to go back and get her some more. This he did, for he could refuse her nothing. The third time he crept into the garden, through a convenient privet hedge he found the witch was waiting for him.
“How dare you steal from me, you thieving Minger! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn you into an ant and crush you underfoot.”
The poor gibbering man fell to his knees.
“Please don’t hurt me, my wife thought that if she ate your succulent sprouts we would have the baby we’ve waited for for so long.
The old witch looked at him for a moment.
“Let’s go and talk to your wife old man, I have a proposition for you.”
When they were all seated round the couple’s table, the old woman spoke.
“You have two choices. Either I turn you into something vile and crush you as you so richly deserve…”
“Or what…” the wife interrupted, she could hardly look at the old witch she was so scared.
“…Well, in nine months you will give birth to a baby girl. When she is five years old I will take her away from you and she will be the comfort in my old age.” She glared at the cowering couple. “Choose quickly, you are beginning to bore me.”
The couple had no choice and so it was that nine months later, almost to the day, the woman gave birth to a beautiful, blond baby boy!
The couple were overjoyed thinking they had escaped their fate. Their son was christened Sean and he was the centre of their lives. He grew into a lovely child, thoughtful, intelligent with the potential to be extremely handsome when he grew up.
On his fifth birthday his parents were preparing for his party when there came a knock on the door.
“Sean, love, go see who’s there.” Called his mother.
Sean ran to the door and opened it. There in front of him stood an ugly old woman who was glaring at him with barely concealed fury. Pushing him aside she stormed into the kitchen.
“Where’s my little girl? Where have you hidden her? Give her to me? Remember your promise and pay your debt or else…”
The panic stricken woman clutched her son to her.
“Sean is our son, he was born almost nine months to that day…”
“Curses…” the old witch stormed. “Something must have gone amiss. Ah well, a bargain is a bargain, Sean come here.” When the little boy didn’t move the old woman seemed to grow and fill the kitchen.
“Sean, get your arse over here now!”
The boy scuttled to her side; there was a blinding flash and the boy and the witch disappeared. His parents never saw him again.
************
The Witch took Sean far into the forest and installed him in a high tower. It had no stairs and no door. It did however have a large window. The Witch dressed Sean in girls’ clothes and from the day he came to the tower, she called him Rapunzel. His blond hair grew longer and longer and the witch kept a sharp eye on it. One day she called Sean to her.
“Here girl, let me plait your hair; it is almost long enough.”
Sean looked at her, perplexed. “Long enough for what Ma’am?”
The witch didn’t bother to answer she just slapped him hard across the face. Long immured to her slaps and pinches, Sean said nothing but sat patiently to see what happened next.
The witch threw the thick plait out the window and instructed Sean to cuff himself to the frame. Using the plait as a rope she lowered herself out of the window.
From that day onward the witch stopped using magic to get herself up to the tower. As she was getting older, she found it quite exhausting levitating sixty odd feet twice a day. When she wanted to come up she would call up to the window.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
As soon as Sean heard these words he would sling his plait out of the window and brace himself in the cuffs. The witch was no light weight and truth to tell Sean always had a headache for an hour after she’d climbed up and then down again.
One day the youngest prince of that fair land was out hunting in the forest. His horse stumbled and he was forced to dismount and see what the problem was. He could see the poor beast had a stone in her hoof but he had nothing with which to remove it. Hearing a call from a little way away, he tethered her and went to investigate.
He could not believe his eyes. He saw a high tower which had no door, just a big window. He heard an old woman calling.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
He saw a thick yellow rope swing out of the window and the old woman climb up. Sitting patiently in the bushes he waited to see what would happen next. A couple of hours later, just as he was thinking of leaving, he saw the yellow rope drop to the ground and the old lady disappear the opposite way to which he’d come.
Obviously there was only one course of action open to him. He stood under the window and called.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
The thick yellow rope appeared and Viggo climbed up.
You can imagine Sean’s surprise when he saw a handsome young man climb into his tower. His surprise was nothing to Viggo’s when he saw a beautiful boy dressed in a simple gown with the longest hair he had ever seen in his life.
Sean backed away, clearly he was frightened.
“Please sir, don’t hurt me.” He whimpered. “Who are you and what do you want?”
As their eyes met across the room crowded with old lady furniture, Viggo felt a stirring in his heart which would not be ignored. He knew as he gazed into the emerald green eyes that for the first time in his life he had discovered love. He wanted nothing more than to sweep this stunning boy into his arms and his bed and spend the rest of his days showing him how beautiful he was.
“When I left the castle to go hunting, I never expected to meet the loveliest creature I ever saw in my life, the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life.
He hurried across to Sean, taking him in his arms, he said, “My name is Viggo, my angel, what is yours?”
Sean blinked shyly. He knew he wanted nothing more than to let this handsome man take care of him.
“My real name is Sean, but the old woman calls me Rapunzel.”
Holding his head up for a kiss and starring into the blue eyes, Sean licked his lips. Viggo smiled as his tongue traced the outline of Sean’s mouth, before Sean’s lips opened allowing Viggo to thoroughly dominate the kiss. Sean felt Viggo’s hands pulling up his dress and squeezing his ass, when a finger brushed his small puckered hole, he jumped away nervously.
“No Viggo, not before we’re married. If you take my maidenhead no one will want to marry me.”
To say Viggo was perplexed was an understatement. But Sean hadn’t finished.
“If I was to have a baby out of wedlock, what would happen to me?”
Viggo sat the trembling man down.
“Sean, sweetheart, I think you and I need to have a chat…”
Two hours later Sean finally understood that he was a man and that he couldn’t have a baby but he remained resolute that having sex without marriage was out of the question.
As Viggo had an older brother who was already married with three sons, he knew his parents wouldn’t mind if he made Sean his consort. It was a very enlightened kingdom.
The lovers made their plans.
Viggo climbed out of the window, clutching one of Sean’s very thick hair pins between his lips. He took the stone out of his horse’s hoof and galloped back to the castle. He took a length of rope, about the same size and length as Sean’s plait and early the next morning rode back to the tower. He told his groom exactly what he was doing and where he was going because his father instilled into both the princes that whilst they could do whatever they wanted and go where they pleased they had to tell someone where they were.
All was going according to plan; the rope was attached to the window ready for Sean to escape when they heard a familiar voice.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
Panicked, Sean hid Viggo under the bed and let down his plait. The old witch climbed up and through the window.
“Hmmmm.” She said. “I can smell manflesh.”
Spinning around she grabbed Sean and pushed him up against the wall.
“What’s going on here my pretty? Who have you been secretly meeting?” The menace in that voice was almost tangible. Viggo leapt out from under the bed.
“Leave him alone you vile creature” He shouted.
The witch was beside herself with rage. “So this is how you repay me you ungrateful wench.” With a strength that was terrifying, she grabbed Viggo and literally tossed him out of the window. Grabbing Sean’s sewing shears; she sawed clumsily at his plait and threw him across the room.
There was a bang, a puff of smoke and when it cleared Sean was in a desert, there was no sign of the witch, the tower or the forest. He was all alone.
Meanwhile, Viggo had landed in some thorny thicket and lay unconscious until his groom, alarmed at his non appearance came looking for him and found his body. There was no sign of a tower, merely a piece of flattened grass that looked as if someone had been camping there for a couple of days. Viggo came to, luckily nothing was broken but his eyes had been scratched and he couldn’t see.
Sean wandered the desert for days, weeping, until he met up with a tribe who took him in and taught him how to be a man. Six months to the day he had met Viggo, the tribe came across a great city. Sean decided to try his luck in the metropolis and said good bye to the good people who had cared for him so well. The city seemed to be celebrating.
It appeared that today Prince Florizel was to be crowned king, following the death of his father a couple of weeks before. There was a big parade and Sean stopped to watch. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw his beloved Viggo, sitting in an open carriage. He called out to him.
“Viggo, my love, Viggo, it’s me Sean.”
When his groom heard his shout, he brought the carriage to a halt and the whole procession followed suit. The groom spotted Sean immediately, for Viggo had spent the last six months describing him to anyone who stopped still long enough to listen. In less time than it takes to tell, the lovers were reunited and when Sean’s tears of joy ran into Viggo’s eyes, the thorns that had blinded him miraculously dropped out and his site was restored.
The following day the two were married and they lived happily ever after.