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tikificTitle: Under New Management (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The next generation takes its place at the table.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: Saw Thor last night. Was glad that they gave Odin an eight-legged horse, although slightly disappointed that he wasn't dating an angel. Oh, and this has absolutely nothing to do with that.
"So you don't mind watching Elias until Sariel returns?"
"Fuck no, Ganesh dude. Boon is a BRUTAL BABY," Nathan assured him, taking the giggling four-armed, two-winged child into his lap.
"BOOTA!" Elias happily chirped, grabbing some papers spread out atop his father's desk.
"Are you sure CHARLES doesn't mind?" the singer asked.
Ganesh sat back in the guest chair in Charles' office and smiled his most charming smile. "He is, as you know, a bit skittish about these things. But, speaking frankly, angel children tend to be rather ... sturdy. Kindly do not let him wreck too much damage upon Mordhaus and its environs."
"DAMAGE HAPPENS!" Nathan averred, but Ganesh had already disappeared.
Elias reached over and hefted some soft toys which had been sitting on his father's desk. He held them up for Uncle Nathan to see. "LE'FUN!" he said of the plush elephant. "WUNGE!" of the angelic toy.
"Are these your METAL BUDDIES?" Nathan inquired.
"META" Elias agreed.
Nathan looked up, annoyed, as a video monitor suddenly raised from the desk and clicked on. He was even less pleased when he saw the face on the monitor. "Damien," he grumbled.
"Where is your manager?" Damien Cornickleson demanded.. "We were supposed to be conducting negotiations RIGHT NOW!"
"GOSHATE!" Elias giggled, wagging his plush toys.
"What the fuck happened to ROY?" Nathan asked.
"My father has been called away on important business today, so I am standing in his place!" Damien chuckled. "And don't think you can threaten me through a video link, you uncouth breath metal person! I demand to see Charles Ofdensen!"
"Yeah? Well, this is Charles' son," Nathan told him, holding up Elias. "And he's gonna do the bargaining from our end."
Damien sniffed. "You want me to conduct sensitive business with a drooling INFANT! I suppose he's probably the closest thing you simians have to an intellect."
"Hey, Boon," said Nathan. "Uncle Damien wants to meet your friends."
"NAGOSHADE!" giggled Elias, who was suddenly no longer holding his little plush toys.
They sat and watched the video monitor, as Damien quite suddenly turned white. Nathan grinned and pulled back the view. Damien now had two friends sitting beside him, an elephant and an angel. They were furry, and plush, and around seven foot tall.
"NAGOSHADE," said Wunge, leaning over towards the now frantically sweating Damien, and flapping his floppy cloth angel wings for emphasis.
Damien gurgled as an obvious yellow stain suddenly appeared around the crotch area of his Dockers.
"Uh. What EXACTLY is going on here?" asked Charles.
"BAMITTIN!" Elias explained, pushing up his glasses in a terribly officious manner.
"WE'RE HAVING A BAMD MEETING WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE'RE DOING?" Nathan rumbled.
Charles picked his son up out of his usual chair and sat down at the conference table with the boy on his lap. Charles examined the red tie which had been skillfully knotted around Elias' neck. It was tied in a hangman's knot.
"I tied hisch tie," Murderface confided.
"Uh. Yeah. I might have guessed that."
Elias suddenly slapped the table and cried, "BAN MEEIN!" Toki's Gameboy flew out of his hands and clanged onto the table next to Charles.
"Hey! I ams payings dat! I ams nearlies ons da next levels!"
"BAMITTIN!" Elias insisted.
"Well, I'm, ah, sorry, Toki, but Boon is chairing."
"Ams wants to goes back to formers representations!" Toki huffed.
"And, uh, what's this I hear about Damien Cornickleson going to Dr. Twinkletits' Celebrity Rehab?" Charles asked, pulling a copy of Variety from under his arm and setting it on the tabletop.
Murderface sighed. "Scheeing gthingsch. A damned schame."
"Uh-huh. And what exactly was he seeing?"
"Dood t'ought he was seein' elephants an' angels," Pickles grinned.
A video monitor quietly descended from the ceiling and clicked on. "CHARLES!" gushed Roy Cornickleson. "So good to see you! I am so apologetic that my son was, er, unexpectedly unable to complete negotiations! I'm sure we can continue on a friendly.... Aw, fuck!" Roy Cornickleson's fatherly face had quite suddenly transformed into that of a horned demon. "Is your sister there?"
Charles held up his left hand. "Engagement ring," he smiled.
"Yeah. Yeah. Many happy returns," the demon record company executive muttered.
"Did things go as expected?" Ganesh inquired, looking up from his laptop as he relaxed in their shared suite.
"The secret of good management is knowing when to be called away unexpectedly," Charles grinned, setting Elias down next to Ganesh on the couch. The boy still wore the eyeglasses and red tie Dethklok had given him.
"Sariel?" Ganesh inquired of the child. "Have you lost weight?"
"GOSHATE!" babbled Elias as Ganesh picked him up.
"The resemblance is uncanny," said Ganesh, attempting to straighten the boy's eyeglasses. He poked a finger through a lens, as there was no glass in the frames.
"He takes after his best daddy!" Charles puffed.
Ganesh fixed Charles with a stare. "I think I'm liking this one better," he said, hefting Elias. "A bite sized Sariel," he continued, pretending to bite Elias's tummy. The child squealed with laughter.
"That reminds me! I'm hungry!"
"You needed to be reminded of that?" asked Ganesh, rising and putting mini Charles up on his shoulders.
"I'm getting old and forgetful," Charles grinned. "Hey, but I got taller!"
"Try not to finish all the pie."
"But I'm obviously in the middle of a growth spurt!" And they wandered towards the kitchen, in search of sustenance for hungry negotiators.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The next generation takes its place at the table.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: Saw Thor last night. Was glad that they gave Odin an eight-legged horse, although slightly disappointed that he wasn't dating an angel. Oh, and this has absolutely nothing to do with that.
"So you don't mind watching Elias until Sariel returns?"
"Fuck no, Ganesh dude. Boon is a BRUTAL BABY," Nathan assured him, taking the giggling four-armed, two-winged child into his lap.
"BOOTA!" Elias happily chirped, grabbing some papers spread out atop his father's desk.
"Are you sure CHARLES doesn't mind?" the singer asked.
Ganesh sat back in the guest chair in Charles' office and smiled his most charming smile. "He is, as you know, a bit skittish about these things. But, speaking frankly, angel children tend to be rather ... sturdy. Kindly do not let him wreck too much damage upon Mordhaus and its environs."
"DAMAGE HAPPENS!" Nathan averred, but Ganesh had already disappeared.
Elias reached over and hefted some soft toys which had been sitting on his father's desk. He held them up for Uncle Nathan to see. "LE'FUN!" he said of the plush elephant. "WUNGE!" of the angelic toy.
"Are these your METAL BUDDIES?" Nathan inquired.
"META" Elias agreed.
Nathan looked up, annoyed, as a video monitor suddenly raised from the desk and clicked on. He was even less pleased when he saw the face on the monitor. "Damien," he grumbled.
"Where is your manager?" Damien Cornickleson demanded.. "We were supposed to be conducting negotiations RIGHT NOW!"
"GOSHATE!" Elias giggled, wagging his plush toys.
"What the fuck happened to ROY?" Nathan asked.
"My father has been called away on important business today, so I am standing in his place!" Damien chuckled. "And don't think you can threaten me through a video link, you uncouth breath metal person! I demand to see Charles Ofdensen!"
"Yeah? Well, this is Charles' son," Nathan told him, holding up Elias. "And he's gonna do the bargaining from our end."
Damien sniffed. "You want me to conduct sensitive business with a drooling INFANT! I suppose he's probably the closest thing you simians have to an intellect."
"Hey, Boon," said Nathan. "Uncle Damien wants to meet your friends."
"NAGOSHADE!" giggled Elias, who was suddenly no longer holding his little plush toys.
They sat and watched the video monitor, as Damien quite suddenly turned white. Nathan grinned and pulled back the view. Damien now had two friends sitting beside him, an elephant and an angel. They were furry, and plush, and around seven foot tall.
"NAGOSHADE," said Wunge, leaning over towards the now frantically sweating Damien, and flapping his floppy cloth angel wings for emphasis.
Damien gurgled as an obvious yellow stain suddenly appeared around the crotch area of his Dockers.
"Uh. What EXACTLY is going on here?" asked Charles.
"BAMITTIN!" Elias explained, pushing up his glasses in a terribly officious manner.
"WE'RE HAVING A BAMD MEETING WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE'RE DOING?" Nathan rumbled.
Charles picked his son up out of his usual chair and sat down at the conference table with the boy on his lap. Charles examined the red tie which had been skillfully knotted around Elias' neck. It was tied in a hangman's knot.
"I tied hisch tie," Murderface confided.
"Uh. Yeah. I might have guessed that."
Elias suddenly slapped the table and cried, "BAN MEEIN!" Toki's Gameboy flew out of his hands and clanged onto the table next to Charles.
"Hey! I ams payings dat! I ams nearlies ons da next levels!"
"BAMITTIN!" Elias insisted.
"Well, I'm, ah, sorry, Toki, but Boon is chairing."
"Ams wants to goes back to formers representations!" Toki huffed.
"And, uh, what's this I hear about Damien Cornickleson going to Dr. Twinkletits' Celebrity Rehab?" Charles asked, pulling a copy of Variety from under his arm and setting it on the tabletop.
Murderface sighed. "Scheeing gthingsch. A damned schame."
"Uh-huh. And what exactly was he seeing?"
"Dood t'ought he was seein' elephants an' angels," Pickles grinned.
A video monitor quietly descended from the ceiling and clicked on. "CHARLES!" gushed Roy Cornickleson. "So good to see you! I am so apologetic that my son was, er, unexpectedly unable to complete negotiations! I'm sure we can continue on a friendly.... Aw, fuck!" Roy Cornickleson's fatherly face had quite suddenly transformed into that of a horned demon. "Is your sister there?"
Charles held up his left hand. "Engagement ring," he smiled.
"Yeah. Yeah. Many happy returns," the demon record company executive muttered.
"Did things go as expected?" Ganesh inquired, looking up from his laptop as he relaxed in their shared suite.
"The secret of good management is knowing when to be called away unexpectedly," Charles grinned, setting Elias down next to Ganesh on the couch. The boy still wore the eyeglasses and red tie Dethklok had given him.
"Sariel?" Ganesh inquired of the child. "Have you lost weight?"
"GOSHATE!" babbled Elias as Ganesh picked him up.
"The resemblance is uncanny," said Ganesh, attempting to straighten the boy's eyeglasses. He poked a finger through a lens, as there was no glass in the frames.
"He takes after his best daddy!" Charles puffed.
Ganesh fixed Charles with a stare. "I think I'm liking this one better," he said, hefting Elias. "A bite sized Sariel," he continued, pretending to bite Elias's tummy. The child squealed with laughter.
"That reminds me! I'm hungry!"
"You needed to be reminded of that?" asked Ganesh, rising and putting mini Charles up on his shoulders.
"I'm getting old and forgetful," Charles grinned. "Hey, but I got taller!"
"Try not to finish all the pie."
"But I'm obviously in the middle of a growth spurt!" And they wandered towards the kitchen, in search of sustenance for hungry negotiators.
