Warnings: AU, silly, sap, fluff.
Pairings: Cal/Pell/Caeru hinted,
Loki, Darquiel, Geburael
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Loki brings up an old
tradition and Darq and Geb want to know more.
Beta: nadda
Timeline: HA! Who needs a
timeline!
A/N: Every year, I do ficlets for
Advent up until and including Christmas. To me, they
are a symbol of the best things and the not so great
things for Christmas. Enjoy and please review!
“All right you three...ya better
head for bed or you’re gonna be shit for tomorrow,”
Cal
ordered as he lounged on the couch with Pell on one
side and Caeru on the other. He sipped at his sheh
and grinned as the three younger hara groaned in
protest.
“But
Cal, c’mon! It’s still
early!” Darquiel protested as he let his head loll
to the side to glare at his father.
“No buts. Head for bed. We got a
long day tomorrow,” Cal insisted and Rue
snickered as he caressed a finger along the other
blond’s arm. Cal shivered and grinned
at his consort. Rue was up for fun it would seem...
“Do we put our shoes out?” Loki
asked, breaking through Cal’s naughty
contemplations and causing his half brother and
chesnari stare at him in surprise.
“Put our shoes out where? For
what?” Geb asked in confusion as he scratched at his
head.
“For those Shoe Dehara that leave
gifts on this night,” Loki answered matter of factly
and glanced over as Pell spit his sheh back into his
drink as he started laughing. “What? That’s what Cal said...” he muttered.
“I did, didn’t I? And I’ve been
right every year, right?” Cal replied with a wide
grin as Caeru stifled his own laughter behind a
slender hand. “So, do as Loki said and put your
shoes out in front of your bedroom doors tonight and
you’ll find some surprises in them tomorrow if
you’ve been good,” he ordered as he waved his hand.
“Wait, wait, wait...” Darq brought
his hand up a little wobbly from too much sheh and
cocked an eyebrow at his fathers and hostling. “Shoe
Dehara? There’s no such thing!”
“Yea, Loki might believe you, but
we’re not falling for that shit,” Geb added with a
snort before draining his cup.
“Huh? Hey, I think I was just
insulted...” Loki mumbled and growled as he was
lightly slapped upside the head. “Hey!”
“Loki’s not lying nor are we,”
Pell said with a smile as he leaned his elbow on his
knee and put his chin on his hand. “It does indeed
happen, but only if harlings are good and put out
their shoes.”
“Ah HA! A catch! We’re not
harlings!” Darq declared loudly and weaved a bit.
“Oh I think I drank too much...” he murmured before
finishing his sheh (which was actually the sixth for
the night).
“Ya think, Sherlock? Jeez...can’t
take you anywhere...” Geb retorted with a sigh
before standing and dragging the other two younger
hara up. He turned towards the adults and wagged his
finger as Darq leaned on him a bit and Loki wrapped
his arm around his waist. “We’re going to bed. Don’t
roon too late tonight.”
“And keep it down. I think I had
nightmares from whoever was screaming last night,”
Darq whined as they turned away and Pell started
choking as
Cal and Rue laughed at that.
“Just don’t forget to put your
shoes out!” Cal called after them as they left the room.
A chorus of ‘Yea, yea’s followed the three out and Cal grinned at his chesna. “Harlings...”
The next day, the three younger
hara were shocked to find presents and candies in
the shoes that they had put out obligingly. All Cal, Rue, and Pell did
was grin at each other. The Shoe Dehara had struck
once again.
The End!
