Iggyfing. Or Bridget. Whichever you please.
Christian, 21, and a lover of good, silly, and feelsy things.
Multifandom personal blog. Prone to sudden and crazed takeover by whatever has caught my fancy at any given moment. Movies. Books. TV shows. Animals. Stuff.
Inbox is always open to drabble requests.
THIS IS WHY I LET YOU DO YOUR OWN THING. IT’S BEAUTIFUL.
I KEPT WONDERING “WHAT WOULD AP THINK OF THIS?” AND THEN STARTED LAUGHING
BUT THANK YOU MUCHLY I’M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT
(also, though i didn’t actually get around to mentioning him, i decided Frankle would be a Poochyena)
YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GIVE ME AN AU BUT OKAY POKEMON AU YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF
Leeli was woken by the insistent nuzzlings of a hungry Growlithe. She groaned and mumbled groggily, but couldn’t keep the smile from her face. Stretching and yawning, she sat up slowly, then shivered as the blankets fell away, leaving her to the unseasonably chill morning. She quickly snatched a blanket away from the rest and wrapped it around her shoulders — at last to realize this wasn’t her room, or any room in her house. She frowned. Oh. A recollection came to her, of her mother saying Janner and Kal had gotten into some trouble over in Johto, that she and Grandpa were going to get them out of it, and that Leeli would be staying with the O’Sallly’s until it was sorted. It all seemed so hazy, like a dream, or those memories you have of being barely-woken in the middle of the night.
Her Growlithe, Baxter, was grumbling fussily as he danced on his hind legs, anxious for the breakfast whose tantalizing scent crept from behind the closed bedroom door. Leeli clicked at him, and he obediently sat at her feet, gazing up at her imploringly.
It was then the door creaked open, and Baxter turned a wistful look upon it, sniffing at the air. Leeli, too, caught a whiff of something delicious, and heard the distinct sound of something sizzling in a frying pan.
The cause for the door’s opening appeared in part as a boy’s head jutted into the room. Thorn O’Sally, the youngest of the family of breeders with whom Leeli spent nearly all her free time. “You awake?” he asked, catching sight of Leeli standing, out of bed, eyes open, decidedly not asleep. “You sleep good?”
"Well," she corrected.
"Well," he echoed.
"Yes. Thank you, Thorn." She ducked her head to hide a smile.
Baxter finally decided he couldn’t take it anymore. Mistress or no mistress, there was food to be had, so he shoved his way past girl and boy and bounded off towards the kitchen with an excited bark.
"your password is weak"
You’re the weak one
And you’ll never know love, or friendship
And I feel sorry for you
"Sooooo, a Frost Giant, huh?"
Loki eyed the death-pale boy wearily, having suffered the impish creature’s presence long enough to guess what was coming. Still he said, “Don’t.”
The boy’s silver-blue eyes glinted as his lips stretched into a smirk that obviously wanted to be more. “That’s pretty cool.”
There was a flash off something metallic as it flew through the air. A second later, Jack looked down at the small knife protruding from his chest. Again that infernal smirk played at the corners of his mouth “No need to get frostile.”
"Just imagine," Valka enthused, poring over notes both handwritten and digitally stored in her datapad, "if we could communicate with it! We could find out what it wants, why it’s here — why they’re all here."
Standing behind her, her husband peered over her shoulder with a fond smile. “You say that about every beast, Val.”
The house was quiet. Quiet enough that when the floor of Hiccup’s room creaked with footsteps, despite Hiccup being out with Astrid, Valka had snatched up the ornamental staff that rested over the mantlepiece and crept soundlessly down the hall within two seconds. She paused outside the door, her nerves jangling, adjusting her grip on the staff. Then, she leapt into the room, brandishing the makeshift weapon.
The intruder had jumped, then fallen back onto the floor, splaying a hand out in front of him defensively. “Whoa! Hey! It’s me, Mrs. Haddock! I swear!”
Valka took in the sight of bleached-white, windblown hair and recognized her son’s friend. Her gaze then moved to the open window. “Jackson Overland, we have a door. I suggest you use it.”
The boy cracked a grin and opened his mouth, but Valka let the heavy end of the staff fall on his head before he could speak.
YOU USED MY IDEA FOR IT TO BE IN THE FORGE!!!
YES I DID AND I FINALLY HAD GOBBER DOING SOMETHING INSTEAD OF JUST SITTING THERE