X-Men fanfic (Bobby & Jean-Paul): Maple Syrup and Backstory
Title: Maple Syrup and Backstory
Rating: G, or maybe PG-13 for Jean-Paul crushing on Bobby, I guess.
Author's notes: I've been wanting to do something with maple syrup and something with the various experiences the X-Men have had with Marvel!Norse. I'm not sure this entirely satisfied the urge.
"I dreamt about you last night, Jean-Paul," Bobby said over breakfast. Jean-Paul was so startled that he spilled his coffee. Fortunately, having lightspeed reflexes, he was able to capture the liquid before it hit the table with no one the wiser. Bobby certainly hadn't seemed to notice, cutting into his stack of pancakes and continuing blithely on.
"It was when I was in Asgard, I guess," he said. "But instead of being saved by Thor, I escaped while Loki was fighting the giants."
"I was not aware you had ever been to Asgard," Jean-Paul told him, frowning.
"Oh, yeah. I think most of us have at some point." Bobby stuffed a forkful of pancake into his mouth, tongue flicking out to capture a bead of amber syrup on his lip. Jean-Paul determinedly occupied with cutting his eggs into bite-sized morsels as Bobby groaned out an appreciative "real maple syrup". They both dug into their food with gusto for a long moment, but then Bobby spoke up again.
"Storm," he called, raising his voice to heard down the table. "Didn't Loki try to make you into a goddess and marry you one time?"
"Indeed. It was part of his plan to seize control of Asgard during the absence of Odin and Thor," she replied levelly, cupping her tea in front of her face with both hands. "I believe that is also when Dani became a Valkyrie."
Jean-Paul glanced across the room to where Dani Moonstar sat with a group of the younger teachers. He hadn't associated much with her, only noting that she reminded him of Elisabeth Twoyoungmen, almost more in temperament than appearance. Perhaps he had been sensing something of her mystic nature?
"Good people, Valkyries," Bobby said. "I mean, I've only met two, but..." He shrugged, trailing off in favour of sipping his chocolate-adulterated coffee.
"I must concur," Hank said affably at his right. "Certainly our teammate was as pleasant and noble a warrior as one could wish."
"Right. Well, anyway, in the dream I ended up fighting Ymir again, only it was really strange -- we somehow ended up out of Asgard. You know, but not back on Earth, just in one of the other places --" He stabbed his fork towards the ceiling. "-- up there."
"Jorgunheim?" Hank inquired, slathering his toast with marmalade as Bobby licked down his wrist after some stray syrup.
"No, no, someplace else. I didn't recognise it. But somehow, during the fight I had grown to giant size myself." He gestured with his hands, and a few people looked at him. He gave them a wry smile. "I know, 'what would Freud say?' I think it was because of all the ice being thrown around. Dream logic. When Ymir left, I was just this big ice guy sitting in landscape, and all these people came up to me and fortunately we didn't reenact Gulliver in Lilliput, but they were elves, I guess, and you were there." He pointed at Jean-Paul, who blinked.
"Was I?" asked Kurt, who has paused behind Hank to listen.
"No." Bobby shook his head. "I guess because they weren't pirates."
Kurt laughed.
"No, it was Jean-Paul and a bunch of people I didn't know. But since Ymir was gone, it wasn't as cold, and so I melted."
"'Oh, what a world, what a world'," Hank warbled. Jean-Paul coughed on a piece of bacon. He hadn't expected the furry doctor's deep voice to be capable of going that high.
"I melted until I was normal size again. Then I woke up."
"What would Freud say?" Hank murmured into his coffee, but Bobby was too busy chuckling around a mouthful of food to notice. He took a slug of his coffee and grinned sunnily at Jean-Paul.
"At first I didn't realise I'd grown, because you looked like you were riding house cats!"
Jean-Paul stilled.
"...cats?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah. Of course, once I shrank I realised they were enormous, but the proportions... what?"
"When I visited Alfheim, we did ride cats," Jean-Paul said intensely. They stared at each other for a long moment.
"...I didn't know that," Bobby said slowly.
"I wouldn't expect you to. It is a strange... coincidence that you should therefore dream it, non?"
Bobby nodded, and Hank excused himself to make some inquiries of Dani and the few other magically-sensitive folk around.
After a moment, Bobby quirked a smile at Jean-Paul.
"I don't suppose anything like that actually happened while you were...?"
Jean-Paul shook his head, and raised his coffee mug to his lips.
"Okay," Bobby said, watching him drain it, "I suppose you'd tell me if you'd seen me naked."
Jean-Paul very nearly spit his coffee across the table, and only just managed to avoid it, choking and coughing.
"You are doing that on purpose!" he spluttered, grabbing for a napkin.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Bobby said in a too-innocent voice. "Are you okay?"
Rating: G, or maybe PG-13 for Jean-Paul crushing on Bobby, I guess.
Author's notes: I've been wanting to do something with maple syrup and something with the various experiences the X-Men have had with Marvel!Norse. I'm not sure this entirely satisfied the urge.
"I dreamt about you last night, Jean-Paul," Bobby said over breakfast. Jean-Paul was so startled that he spilled his coffee. Fortunately, having lightspeed reflexes, he was able to capture the liquid before it hit the table with no one the wiser. Bobby certainly hadn't seemed to notice, cutting into his stack of pancakes and continuing blithely on.
"It was when I was in Asgard, I guess," he said. "But instead of being saved by Thor, I escaped while Loki was fighting the giants."
"I was not aware you had ever been to Asgard," Jean-Paul told him, frowning.
"Oh, yeah. I think most of us have at some point." Bobby stuffed a forkful of pancake into his mouth, tongue flicking out to capture a bead of amber syrup on his lip. Jean-Paul determinedly occupied with cutting his eggs into bite-sized morsels as Bobby groaned out an appreciative "real maple syrup". They both dug into their food with gusto for a long moment, but then Bobby spoke up again.
"Storm," he called, raising his voice to heard down the table. "Didn't Loki try to make you into a goddess and marry you one time?"
"Indeed. It was part of his plan to seize control of Asgard during the absence of Odin and Thor," she replied levelly, cupping her tea in front of her face with both hands. "I believe that is also when Dani became a Valkyrie."
Jean-Paul glanced across the room to where Dani Moonstar sat with a group of the younger teachers. He hadn't associated much with her, only noting that she reminded him of Elisabeth Twoyoungmen, almost more in temperament than appearance. Perhaps he had been sensing something of her mystic nature?
"Good people, Valkyries," Bobby said. "I mean, I've only met two, but..." He shrugged, trailing off in favour of sipping his chocolate-adulterated coffee.
"I must concur," Hank said affably at his right. "Certainly our teammate was as pleasant and noble a warrior as one could wish."
"Right. Well, anyway, in the dream I ended up fighting Ymir again, only it was really strange -- we somehow ended up out of Asgard. You know, but not back on Earth, just in one of the other places --" He stabbed his fork towards the ceiling. "-- up there."
"Jorgunheim?" Hank inquired, slathering his toast with marmalade as Bobby licked down his wrist after some stray syrup.
"No, no, someplace else. I didn't recognise it. But somehow, during the fight I had grown to giant size myself." He gestured with his hands, and a few people looked at him. He gave them a wry smile. "I know, 'what would Freud say?' I think it was because of all the ice being thrown around. Dream logic. When Ymir left, I was just this big ice guy sitting in landscape, and all these people came up to me and fortunately we didn't reenact Gulliver in Lilliput, but they were elves, I guess, and you were there." He pointed at Jean-Paul, who blinked.
"Was I?" asked Kurt, who has paused behind Hank to listen.
"No." Bobby shook his head. "I guess because they weren't pirates."
Kurt laughed.
"No, it was Jean-Paul and a bunch of people I didn't know. But since Ymir was gone, it wasn't as cold, and so I melted."
"'Oh, what a world, what a world'," Hank warbled. Jean-Paul coughed on a piece of bacon. He hadn't expected the furry doctor's deep voice to be capable of going that high.
"I melted until I was normal size again. Then I woke up."
"What would Freud say?" Hank murmured into his coffee, but Bobby was too busy chuckling around a mouthful of food to notice. He took a slug of his coffee and grinned sunnily at Jean-Paul.
"At first I didn't realise I'd grown, because you looked like you were riding house cats!"
Jean-Paul stilled.
"...cats?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah. Of course, once I shrank I realised they were enormous, but the proportions... what?"
"When I visited Alfheim, we did ride cats," Jean-Paul said intensely. They stared at each other for a long moment.
"...I didn't know that," Bobby said slowly.
"I wouldn't expect you to. It is a strange... coincidence that you should therefore dream it, non?"
Bobby nodded, and Hank excused himself to make some inquiries of Dani and the few other magically-sensitive folk around.
After a moment, Bobby quirked a smile at Jean-Paul.
"I don't suppose anything like that actually happened while you were...?"
Jean-Paul shook his head, and raised his coffee mug to his lips.
"Okay," Bobby said, watching him drain it, "I suppose you'd tell me if you'd seen me naked."
Jean-Paul very nearly spit his coffee across the table, and only just managed to avoid it, choking and coughing.
"You are doing that on purpose!" he spluttered, grabbing for a napkin.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Bobby said in a too-innocent voice. "Are you okay?"