Reading Aloud (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Reading Aloud (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Oscar Explosion FTW
Warnings: Reading for pleasure.
Notes: I kinda like reading.
“Do you ever try hunting on the grounds?”
“Dad. We'd just shoot a Klokateer,” Nathan Explosion explained as he and his father walked the grounds at Mordland, awaiting preparation of the Dethjet for their trip.
“Can't those boys just wear orange vests over the damned hood things?” asked the elder Explosion, who was gazing longingly at flock of geese gliding overhead. The wind was crisp with the chill of an early fall.
“They would die. Believe me, they would die,” sighed Nathan.
“Son,” said Oscar, turning to face his son. “This place is some weird ass shit.”
“You know it,” grumbled Nathan.
“Nate-Nate!”
Nathan hunched over and hefted the toddler who had hurtled his small body at him. The child sailed overhead to squeals of laughter. “DEMON KID!” laughed Nathan.
“Nathan?” said Oscar.
“Yeah, dad. You've met Boon, right?” asked Nathan.
“Nathan,” repeated Oscar. “That boy has wings.”
“Uh, yeah, dad,” said Nathan, as Elias indeed gave them a flap as he was set back to earth.
“Elias!” The normally sonorous timbre of Ganesh's voice was spiked by irritation. “Oh, there you are!” said the god, just coming into view along the path. “Why, Mr. Explosion,” he said, extending a courteous hand towards Oscar, “how very pleasant to encounter you!”
“Your remember Ganesh, Dad?” asked Nathan, desperately hoping he wouldn't have to further explain matters to the crew-cut veteran.
“Just Oscar is fine,” Oscar told Ganesh, who, having a firm handshake, managed to pass that morning's inspection.
“You are awaiting the Dethjet?” Ganesh asked, as Elias began to tug on his trouser leg and point to the picture book he had tucked under one arm.
“Yeah, I'm taking my dad duck hunting.”
“Splendid! I am envious. It is fine weather for a hunt!” Ganesh bent over and pulled Elias up to his hip.
“You a hunter?” grunted Oscar, who seemed to remember the Indian dude was some sorta hippie.
“Since I was this one's age,” Ganesh asserted, nodding at his wiggling child.
Oscar nodded, not quite certain how you aged kids with feathers.
“We just took him up on his first hunt,” Ganesh bragged, now that Elias had wrested the book out from under his arm. “At my uncle's estate.”
“Valhalla, dad,” murmured Nathan, green eyes glinting emerald. “It's REALLY COOL.”
“I'm quite certain my uncle would welcome you along, Oscar,” said Ganesh.
“You RIDE HORSES,” Nathan continued. “And KILL DEMONS.”
Oscar looked between Ganesh and Nathan. Sounded weird, but this guy had a kid with wings. “It's been a while since I've tried riding,” Oscar allowed.
“I'm quite certain it will come back,” Ganesh assured him.
“It would be so AWESOME, dad,” said Nathan.
“WIDDY PIDDIES!” gasped Elias, now flourishing the picture book. “An Nate-Nate an wead to Boon!”
“Now, dear, your Uncle Nathan needs to go with his Daddy," Ganesh explained.
“Can I see that book?” asked Oscar.
Ganesh smiled and handed it over. “It's just the Wiggly Piggly book. He likes the story, but it's driving his father and myself a bit batty.”
“I used to read this to you!” said Oscar. “Do you remember?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” admitted Nathan.
“When he was a little older than that one, I think. Wouldn't go to bed without it.”
Nathan stammered.
“It's a fine book,” Ganesh put in. “We've all just been reading it … rather a lot,” he laughed.
“Didn't I teach you anything?” Oscar asked Nathan. “Don't you know how to read this book to a kid?”
Nathan shook his head, somewhat bewildered.
Oscar grabbed the book and sat down on a metal bench. “C'mere,” he said, waving a beefy hand at Elias. Ganesh set the child on his lap.
“All right. Wiggly Pigglies. You gonna open it?” he asked Elias, handing him the book. Elias, looking a little unsure, took up the book, and opened it up to the title page.
“OK. What's that say?”
Elias blinked his intelligent brown eyes.
“You heard me. Go on, and read it to me.”
Elias looked over to Ganesh, who nodded. “Widdly Piddly,” he said, slapping the page with a chubby hand.
“Is that what it says?” asked Oscar.
Elias looked confused. Oscar pointed a thick finger at the first word of the title. “The...” he prompted.
Elias made his Charles-face. “Da tay.... A da widdy piddy!”
Oscar's finger tapped a word. “Wig...?”
“Wig!”
That finger was on the word. It was the only word in the whole entire world.
“Wig. Dee.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wig-dee piggy!” Elias was literally panting with the tremendous effort.
“Very good!” said Oscar.
Elias nodded and slapped a hand on the title page. “Da. Tay. A. Da. Wigdee. Piggy,” he pronounced definitively.
Ganesh's grin looked like it would crack straight off his face.
“Whoa,” said Nathan, who hadn't up until this moment realized the extent of his father's awesome ninja powers.
“Sire?” A Klokateer stood awaiting. “The Dethjet is ready.”
“All right, you,” said Ganesh, grabbing Elias. “It is time to say bye-bye to Nathan and Mr. Explosion.”
“Bye bye Nate-Nate an' Mist Splose!” said Elias.
“Goodbye to you,” said Oscar. “Maybe we can read some more when we get back?” Elias nodded enthusiastically as the Klokateer led Nathan and Oscar away.
“Uh, you used to read to me like that, dad?” asked Nathan as they approached the runway.
Oscar chuckled. “Didn't say a word. Not one thing. Not 'til you were five. They said, 'the boy is slow.' But I told them, no, he isn't. He isn't. He just takes his time.” And he grinned and started up the metal stairway.
Nathan nodded. And started up after his father.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Oscar Explosion FTW
Warnings: Reading for pleasure.
Notes: I kinda like reading.
“Do you ever try hunting on the grounds?”
“Dad. We'd just shoot a Klokateer,” Nathan Explosion explained as he and his father walked the grounds at Mordland, awaiting preparation of the Dethjet for their trip.
“Can't those boys just wear orange vests over the damned hood things?” asked the elder Explosion, who was gazing longingly at flock of geese gliding overhead. The wind was crisp with the chill of an early fall.
“They would die. Believe me, they would die,” sighed Nathan.
“Son,” said Oscar, turning to face his son. “This place is some weird ass shit.”
“You know it,” grumbled Nathan.
“Nate-Nate!”
Nathan hunched over and hefted the toddler who had hurtled his small body at him. The child sailed overhead to squeals of laughter. “DEMON KID!” laughed Nathan.
“Nathan?” said Oscar.
“Yeah, dad. You've met Boon, right?” asked Nathan.
“Nathan,” repeated Oscar. “That boy has wings.”
“Uh, yeah, dad,” said Nathan, as Elias indeed gave them a flap as he was set back to earth.
“Elias!” The normally sonorous timbre of Ganesh's voice was spiked by irritation. “Oh, there you are!” said the god, just coming into view along the path. “Why, Mr. Explosion,” he said, extending a courteous hand towards Oscar, “how very pleasant to encounter you!”
“Your remember Ganesh, Dad?” asked Nathan, desperately hoping he wouldn't have to further explain matters to the crew-cut veteran.
“Just Oscar is fine,” Oscar told Ganesh, who, having a firm handshake, managed to pass that morning's inspection.
“You are awaiting the Dethjet?” Ganesh asked, as Elias began to tug on his trouser leg and point to the picture book he had tucked under one arm.
“Yeah, I'm taking my dad duck hunting.”
“Splendid! I am envious. It is fine weather for a hunt!” Ganesh bent over and pulled Elias up to his hip.
“You a hunter?” grunted Oscar, who seemed to remember the Indian dude was some sorta hippie.
“Since I was this one's age,” Ganesh asserted, nodding at his wiggling child.
Oscar nodded, not quite certain how you aged kids with feathers.
“We just took him up on his first hunt,” Ganesh bragged, now that Elias had wrested the book out from under his arm. “At my uncle's estate.”
“Valhalla, dad,” murmured Nathan, green eyes glinting emerald. “It's REALLY COOL.”
“I'm quite certain my uncle would welcome you along, Oscar,” said Ganesh.
“You RIDE HORSES,” Nathan continued. “And KILL DEMONS.”
Oscar looked between Ganesh and Nathan. Sounded weird, but this guy had a kid with wings. “It's been a while since I've tried riding,” Oscar allowed.
“I'm quite certain it will come back,” Ganesh assured him.
“It would be so AWESOME, dad,” said Nathan.
“WIDDY PIDDIES!” gasped Elias, now flourishing the picture book. “An Nate-Nate an wead to Boon!”
“Now, dear, your Uncle Nathan needs to go with his Daddy," Ganesh explained.
“Can I see that book?” asked Oscar.
Ganesh smiled and handed it over. “It's just the Wiggly Piggly book. He likes the story, but it's driving his father and myself a bit batty.”
“I used to read this to you!” said Oscar. “Do you remember?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” admitted Nathan.
“When he was a little older than that one, I think. Wouldn't go to bed without it.”
Nathan stammered.
“It's a fine book,” Ganesh put in. “We've all just been reading it … rather a lot,” he laughed.
“Didn't I teach you anything?” Oscar asked Nathan. “Don't you know how to read this book to a kid?”
Nathan shook his head, somewhat bewildered.
Oscar grabbed the book and sat down on a metal bench. “C'mere,” he said, waving a beefy hand at Elias. Ganesh set the child on his lap.
“All right. Wiggly Pigglies. You gonna open it?” he asked Elias, handing him the book. Elias, looking a little unsure, took up the book, and opened it up to the title page.
“OK. What's that say?”
Elias blinked his intelligent brown eyes.
“You heard me. Go on, and read it to me.”
Elias looked over to Ganesh, who nodded. “Widdly Piddly,” he said, slapping the page with a chubby hand.
“Is that what it says?” asked Oscar.
Elias looked confused. Oscar pointed a thick finger at the first word of the title. “The...” he prompted.
Elias made his Charles-face. “Da tay.... A da widdy piddy!”
Oscar's finger tapped a word. “Wig...?”
“Wig!”
That finger was on the word. It was the only word in the whole entire world.
“Wig. Dee.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wig-dee piggy!” Elias was literally panting with the tremendous effort.
“Very good!” said Oscar.
Elias nodded and slapped a hand on the title page. “Da. Tay. A. Da. Wigdee. Piggy,” he pronounced definitively.
Ganesh's grin looked like it would crack straight off his face.
“Whoa,” said Nathan, who hadn't up until this moment realized the extent of his father's awesome ninja powers.
“Sire?” A Klokateer stood awaiting. “The Dethjet is ready.”
“All right, you,” said Ganesh, grabbing Elias. “It is time to say bye-bye to Nathan and Mr. Explosion.”
“Bye bye Nate-Nate an' Mist Splose!” said Elias.
“Goodbye to you,” said Oscar. “Maybe we can read some more when we get back?” Elias nodded enthusiastically as the Klokateer led Nathan and Oscar away.
“Uh, you used to read to me like that, dad?” asked Nathan as they approached the runway.
Oscar chuckled. “Didn't say a word. Not one thing. Not 'til you were five. They said, 'the boy is slow.' But I told them, no, he isn't. He isn't. He just takes his time.” And he grinned and started up the metal stairway.
Nathan nodded. And started up after his father.
