Goblin Tea
This is a drabble for aggybird, aka Goblin, who always wants goblins. This particular drabble bit and I ran with it. :) Possibly might see more in this vein later. Must work out details.
From the Never Say Thank You 'verse with Niven and Conall.
Goblin Tea
Conall really should be used to coming home to find some oddity. He should. But for some reason it had never occurred to him that Niven might have friends over. Oh, he knew the Brownie had friends, there was always some story being told about them, but finding one of them in his kitchen calmly sipping tea and eating cakes while chatting with Niven...
In retrospect, it probably would have been easier if the man hadn't been green.
"... and if Prince Philonel doesn't do something about it, you can bet the next incident will be a lot worse than a pixie infestation," Niven was saying. He looked up as Conall stepped into the doorway, smiling. "Ah, there you are. Come meet Glikkael. Glikkael, this is Conall."
The green man sitting at his table turned around and looked Conall over carefully, then snorted and took a sip of tea. Conall did his best not to notice the claws.
"Your taste in bedmates is repulsive."
Conall blinked, but Niven smiled rather smugly. "Indeed."
Although that probably should have hurt, Conall couldn't quite manage to get past the confused stage. Maybe it was some fairy thing he didn't know about.
"He could make a troll weep," Glikkael continued. "I cannot wait to remove him from my sight."
Niven looked at him sharply. "Hands off, Glikkael."
The green man gave a slight shrug, flashing Conall a look that might, in some twilight dimension, be termed a leer. If leers commonly came with a set of teeth that would make a shark blanch.
"Just saying," Glikkael said mildly, draining the rest of his tea and standing. "I should be off anyway, since your hospitality is so lacking."
Niven chuckled quietly. "Perhaps next time I will prepare flutterby tarts."
Glikkael's eyes widened, then he quickly scowled and crossed his arms. "Your tarts are the foulest in the land. Never will I taste your vile concoctions again."
The smile Niven granted him was warm and pleased. "Do drop by the next time you're in the area."
Glikkael gave a slight hmph, then shoved past Conall - Conall could feel a disturbing amount of weaponry getting up close and personal in that brief moment of contact, along with a quick grope that made him squeak - and stormed out of the house. For a long moment there was silence, then Conall slowly turned to look at Niven.
Niven promptly started laughing. "Oh... I probably should have warned you, but... oh dear..."
More confused than ever, Conall ran a hand through his hair - it was all the way down to his shoulders, and one of these days he'd get around to cutting it - before snagging a leftover cake off the table. "So, um..."
"Goblin," Niven provided promptly, mirth still dancing in his dark eyes. "Glikkael is a goblin. Goblins would rather die than give a compliment, but if you've been around them long enough it isn't too hard to tell when their insults are genuine and when they're just habit."
"So..." Conall thought about that. "He was... complimenting you by insulting you?"
"And you as well," Niven pointed out, amused. "I think if I had not already claimed you, he would have attempted to take you with him."
Conall blinked slowly. The goblin certainly hadn't seemed at all impressed with him, but then again, there was the brief grope...
"Are there any other strange fairy things I should know about?" Conall asked warily.
Niven laughed and pulled him down for a kiss. "Plenty. Would you like to begin at A or Z?"
"A," Conall replied. "I'm already confused enough."
Niven smirked, dark eyes sparkling. "Oh, not as confused as you're going to be."
From the Never Say Thank You 'verse with Niven and Conall.
Goblin Tea
Conall really should be used to coming home to find some oddity. He should. But for some reason it had never occurred to him that Niven might have friends over. Oh, he knew the Brownie had friends, there was always some story being told about them, but finding one of them in his kitchen calmly sipping tea and eating cakes while chatting with Niven...
In retrospect, it probably would have been easier if the man hadn't been green.
"... and if Prince Philonel doesn't do something about it, you can bet the next incident will be a lot worse than a pixie infestation," Niven was saying. He looked up as Conall stepped into the doorway, smiling. "Ah, there you are. Come meet Glikkael. Glikkael, this is Conall."
The green man sitting at his table turned around and looked Conall over carefully, then snorted and took a sip of tea. Conall did his best not to notice the claws.
"Your taste in bedmates is repulsive."
Conall blinked, but Niven smiled rather smugly. "Indeed."
Although that probably should have hurt, Conall couldn't quite manage to get past the confused stage. Maybe it was some fairy thing he didn't know about.
"He could make a troll weep," Glikkael continued. "I cannot wait to remove him from my sight."
Niven looked at him sharply. "Hands off, Glikkael."
The green man gave a slight shrug, flashing Conall a look that might, in some twilight dimension, be termed a leer. If leers commonly came with a set of teeth that would make a shark blanch.
"Just saying," Glikkael said mildly, draining the rest of his tea and standing. "I should be off anyway, since your hospitality is so lacking."
Niven chuckled quietly. "Perhaps next time I will prepare flutterby tarts."
Glikkael's eyes widened, then he quickly scowled and crossed his arms. "Your tarts are the foulest in the land. Never will I taste your vile concoctions again."
The smile Niven granted him was warm and pleased. "Do drop by the next time you're in the area."
Glikkael gave a slight hmph, then shoved past Conall - Conall could feel a disturbing amount of weaponry getting up close and personal in that brief moment of contact, along with a quick grope that made him squeak - and stormed out of the house. For a long moment there was silence, then Conall slowly turned to look at Niven.
Niven promptly started laughing. "Oh... I probably should have warned you, but... oh dear..."
More confused than ever, Conall ran a hand through his hair - it was all the way down to his shoulders, and one of these days he'd get around to cutting it - before snagging a leftover cake off the table. "So, um..."
"Goblin," Niven provided promptly, mirth still dancing in his dark eyes. "Glikkael is a goblin. Goblins would rather die than give a compliment, but if you've been around them long enough it isn't too hard to tell when their insults are genuine and when they're just habit."
"So..." Conall thought about that. "He was... complimenting you by insulting you?"
"And you as well," Niven pointed out, amused. "I think if I had not already claimed you, he would have attempted to take you with him."
Conall blinked slowly. The goblin certainly hadn't seemed at all impressed with him, but then again, there was the brief grope...
"Are there any other strange fairy things I should know about?" Conall asked warily.
Niven laughed and pulled him down for a kiss. "Plenty. Would you like to begin at A or Z?"
"A," Conall replied. "I'm already confused enough."
Niven smirked, dark eyes sparkling. "Oh, not as confused as you're going to be."