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Body Image (Mythklok Interstitial)
Title: Body Image (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Memories
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: This is Tam's fault. :D Partly based on this picture. And also, she made me crave enchiladas.
“What is it?” asked Ganesh. He had just appeared in Valhalla to discover Wotan, Raziel and Charles all hovering around something terribly intriguing spread out on the coffee table.
“Namaste Ganesha!” called Raziel.
“Namaste, Lady Raziel. And may I ask, what is the item of interest?”
“I was just down visiting your mom.”
“Oh? You and my mother have reconciled.”
“Well. Sorta. Orry-Kelly wants to make her a gown. Actually, all the designers in Hell do. Not surprising. Frankly, your mom is a lot prettier than I am.”
“NO ONE is prettier than you, my angel,” assured Wotan, kissing her on top of her head.
“Eh. I gotta Liz Taylor figure in a Heidi Klum world. ANYWAY! I got to looking through this, and she said I could borrow it.”
“Oh, no,” said Ganesh. “That's not....” He suddenly slumped into a chair.
“Your picture book! From when you were a kid. You're so cuuuuuuuuute!”
“You were a chubby kid?” Charles asked.
“Yes,” muttered Ganesh into the many, many hands he now had holding his face.
“Ha! I used to say, rub that one's belly for luck on the hunt! Worked every time!” attested Wotan, patting his own stomach.
“God I wanna just poke your little tummy,” Raziel squealed.
“Please Lady Raziel,” Ganesh pleaded.
“EEEEE! LOOK AT HIS LITTLE BUTT!” she cried, turning the page.
Ganesh emitted a small, strangled moan.
“You're gonna ride with us?” asked Wotan, standing up. “The kids are all down for a nap!”
“Oh, wait, I gotta change my outfit!” Raziel noted, suddenly leaping off the couch.
“Well, hop to it woman, we don't have all day.”
“Poke poke!” she giggled to Ganesh as she ran by, giving his actually rather flat stomach a little poke with her finger.
“I'll get us saddled while Liz Taylor primps,” Wotan announced, departing after her.
“Ganesh, what the heck is the matter?” Charles laughed, seeing the Hindu got sitting in apparent misery.
“I am going to take that album, and cast it into the fire,” Ganesh vowed.
“What? 'Cause you were a chubby baby?”
Ganesh rose, looking daggers.
“Ganesh, don't you tell me practically every goddam day that I gotta put on weight? And, 'Theah shahll be moah of you to lahve?”
“Have I ever told you,” Ganesh asked dryly as they walked down the corridor and out the front door, “that you do the world's most DREADFUL British accent?”
“That was s'posed to be a Hindi accent,” Charles grinned. “C'mon, Ganesh, what the hell?” They had reached Valhalla's stables, and Charles was grabbing the reigns of his mount. “You've banged every supermodel who's ever been in Vogue Hommes. And you were in Indian GQ! You had men and women writing you disturbing pornographic fan mail. Frankly, what else do you want?” He leapt gracefully into the saddle.
Ganesh sighed and stared at the ground. “My brother used to … tease me about it,” he finally said.
Charles smiled down from atop his horse. “You're brother's kind of an ass,” he laughed.
Ganesh suddenly looked up at Charles, as if startled. “What did you say?” he asked.
“Your brother's an ass? Didn't you-” But Charles stopped, as Ganesh was suddenly up on the horse right behind him, holding him with a number of arms. “Uh. You OK?”
“Are you two through clowning around so we can get going?” Wotan demanded, riding up on Sleipnir.
“I'll be right there, Uncle,” said Ganesh, suddenly bounding down to grab his own horse.
“And what is that we're wearing today?” he inquired of Raziel.
“This from Black Beauty! The 1946 film, which was of course, the superior version.”
“Feeling nostalgic?” Wotan laughed.
“I think many of us are feeling nostalgic, Uncle,” said Ganesh, now mounted himself.
“Wait, can I rub your tummy for luck first?” laughed Raziel.
“No, you may not.”
“I will if I catch you!”
“You will not catch me,” said Ganesh, now suddenly spurring his horse, Raziel in pursuit an instant later.
“Well, that was probably partially my fault,” Wotan admitted. “Woudn't think the boy would be so damned sensitive.”
“Yeah, he seemed pretty upset by it.”
“No reason, really. Very silly.”
“You have a childhood picture book, Wotan?”
“Oh, fuck no!” said the god.
“Yeah, me neither,” agreed Charles.
“I'd burn the damned thing.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Shall we ride?”
Charles grinned, and they set off.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Memories
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: This is Tam's fault. :D Partly based on this picture. And also, she made me crave enchiladas.
“What is it?” asked Ganesh. He had just appeared in Valhalla to discover Wotan, Raziel and Charles all hovering around something terribly intriguing spread out on the coffee table.
“Namaste Ganesha!” called Raziel.
“Namaste, Lady Raziel. And may I ask, what is the item of interest?”
“I was just down visiting your mom.”
“Oh? You and my mother have reconciled.”
“Well. Sorta. Orry-Kelly wants to make her a gown. Actually, all the designers in Hell do. Not surprising. Frankly, your mom is a lot prettier than I am.”
“NO ONE is prettier than you, my angel,” assured Wotan, kissing her on top of her head.
“Eh. I gotta Liz Taylor figure in a Heidi Klum world. ANYWAY! I got to looking through this, and she said I could borrow it.”
“Oh, no,” said Ganesh. “That's not....” He suddenly slumped into a chair.
“Your picture book! From when you were a kid. You're so cuuuuuuuuute!”
“You were a chubby kid?” Charles asked.
“Yes,” muttered Ganesh into the many, many hands he now had holding his face.
“Ha! I used to say, rub that one's belly for luck on the hunt! Worked every time!” attested Wotan, patting his own stomach.
“God I wanna just poke your little tummy,” Raziel squealed.
“Please Lady Raziel,” Ganesh pleaded.
“EEEEE! LOOK AT HIS LITTLE BUTT!” she cried, turning the page.
Ganesh emitted a small, strangled moan.
“You're gonna ride with us?” asked Wotan, standing up. “The kids are all down for a nap!”
“Oh, wait, I gotta change my outfit!” Raziel noted, suddenly leaping off the couch.
“Well, hop to it woman, we don't have all day.”
“Poke poke!” she giggled to Ganesh as she ran by, giving his actually rather flat stomach a little poke with her finger.
“I'll get us saddled while Liz Taylor primps,” Wotan announced, departing after her.
“Ganesh, what the heck is the matter?” Charles laughed, seeing the Hindu got sitting in apparent misery.
“I am going to take that album, and cast it into the fire,” Ganesh vowed.
“What? 'Cause you were a chubby baby?”
Ganesh rose, looking daggers.
“Ganesh, don't you tell me practically every goddam day that I gotta put on weight? And, 'Theah shahll be moah of you to lahve?”
“Have I ever told you,” Ganesh asked dryly as they walked down the corridor and out the front door, “that you do the world's most DREADFUL British accent?”
“That was s'posed to be a Hindi accent,” Charles grinned. “C'mon, Ganesh, what the hell?” They had reached Valhalla's stables, and Charles was grabbing the reigns of his mount. “You've banged every supermodel who's ever been in Vogue Hommes. And you were in Indian GQ! You had men and women writing you disturbing pornographic fan mail. Frankly, what else do you want?” He leapt gracefully into the saddle.
Ganesh sighed and stared at the ground. “My brother used to … tease me about it,” he finally said.
Charles smiled down from atop his horse. “You're brother's kind of an ass,” he laughed.
Ganesh suddenly looked up at Charles, as if startled. “What did you say?” he asked.
“Your brother's an ass? Didn't you-” But Charles stopped, as Ganesh was suddenly up on the horse right behind him, holding him with a number of arms. “Uh. You OK?”
“Are you two through clowning around so we can get going?” Wotan demanded, riding up on Sleipnir.
“I'll be right there, Uncle,” said Ganesh, suddenly bounding down to grab his own horse.
“And what is that we're wearing today?” he inquired of Raziel.
“This from Black Beauty! The 1946 film, which was of course, the superior version.”
“Feeling nostalgic?” Wotan laughed.
“I think many of us are feeling nostalgic, Uncle,” said Ganesh, now mounted himself.
“Wait, can I rub your tummy for luck first?” laughed Raziel.
“No, you may not.”
“I will if I catch you!”
“You will not catch me,” said Ganesh, now suddenly spurring his horse, Raziel in pursuit an instant later.
“Well, that was probably partially my fault,” Wotan admitted. “Woudn't think the boy would be so damned sensitive.”
“Yeah, he seemed pretty upset by it.”
“No reason, really. Very silly.”
“You have a childhood picture book, Wotan?”
“Oh, fuck no!” said the god.
“Yeah, me neither,” agreed Charles.
“I'd burn the damned thing.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Shall we ride?”
Charles grinned, and they set off.