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alcesverdes) wrote2007-04-17 01:53 am
alcesverdes) wrote2007-04-17 01:53 am
[Crossover] Ducks
Title: Ducks
Fandom: KKM / The Wonderful Adventures of Nils Holgersson
Rating: PG
Summary: It all began when His Majesty and Wolfram brought in a wild duck.
Characters: Gwendal, mostly.
Spoilers: None.
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It all began when His Majesty and Wolfram brought in a wild duck. An injured wild duck. Nothing life-threatening, but enough to prevent it from flying.
“We found it near the lake,” His Majesty said. “We'll take care of it until it can fly again.”
While Günther praised His Majesty's kindness towards all creatures and Conrad went to find a comfortable cage, Gwendal and Greta stepped close to look at the creature.
As far as ducks were concerned, this one was very beautiful, and the way it trembled—terrified, the poor thing—on His Majesty's arms, gave it a look resembling the one of a lady in distress. That couldn't have sounded weirder—Gwendal was aware of it—but, for some reason, the bird had triggered his most chivalrous side.
“Is it going to be fine?” Greta asked.
“Yes,” Wolfram said. “Its wing is swollen; it was caught up in some branches when we found it. It'll be fine if it rests for a little while.”
Greta frowned. “And you're going to set it free after, right?”
His Majesty nodded. “Of course! We just couldn't keep it in a cage; it's a wild animal.”
Greta smiled and Gwendal thought of giving her a stuffed duck as a present.
Günther was still praising His Majesty when Conrad came back with the cage, so His Majesty, Wolfram, and Greta went to tend the duck.
Gwendal then went to his office, thinking about patterns and yarn colors.
Once there, he closed the door and went to his desk—and saw, with the corner of his eye, some movement on the shelf he had his stuffed animals on. Maybe it's a mouse, he thought as he went over there to scare it away, worried for if the mouse had chewed through them.
He moved the stuffed animals—none of them presented holes, thankfully—to the desk carefully, in order to avoid being bitten by the mouse. Gwendal didn't find any traces of a rodent of any kind. Instead, he found a small hat.
“I don't remember Greta having a doll this size,” he mumbled.
“That's not a doll's hat!” someone said, in a firm, high-pitched voice.
Gwendal looked to the door; it was still closed. “Who's there?” he asked.
“Over here! On the shelf!”
Gwendal lookd there again and saw a little boy dressed in bright colors. And little meant 'little'. “A gnome?” he asked. Gnomes were thought to be extinct in Shin Makoku; yet, there was one right in front of his nose.
The gnome bowed. “My name's Nils Holgersson; I'm looking for a friend.”
“You're the first gnome I've seen.”
“I'm not looking for a gnome, but for a duck.”
Gwendal blinked. “A very pretty one? With an injured wing?”
Nils nodded hastily. “That'd be Finduvet! Have you seen her?”
“The Maou is taking care of it—her as we speak.”
Nils seemed to have a panic attack. “Is he going to eat her?”
“Of course not! He plans to set her free as soon as she's healed!”
Nils stopped the flailing—seemingly, out of shock—and managed to consider the idea. “But—But the Mazoku are evil!”
Gwendal, feeling somewhat offended, raised his eyebrow. “What does that have to do with anything? And you're talking to me, do I look evil to you?”
Nils stepped back. “Are you a Mazoku?”
“...yes.”
“I'd never—I mean, you have—” He started laughing. “Who would've thought a grown Mazoku noble would keep stuffed animals in his office?”
Gwendal's eyebrow trembled. “Listen—”
“Either way, you really seem trust-able, even if not all the Mazoku are like you. I do know not all Humans are alike, so why not you?”
“Thank you?”
“Do you give me your word that Finduvet is safe here?” Nils asked, offering his hand for a handshake.
“Absolutely,” Gwendal said, taking Nils small hand with his own to shake it very delicately.
“Well, then. Can I go see Finduvet? To tell her everything's going to be all right? She doesn't understand neither Human nor Mazoku language.”
“Yes.” Gwendal put his hand on the shelf, with the palm up so Nils could climb on it.
“Can we wait until dark? I'm not comfortable with the idea of someone else seeing me.”
“You don't have to worry about being hurt in this castle; specially with the king we have...”
“He's a nice person, then?”
“You can say that.”
Nils thought about the matter for a couple of seconds. “Fine, I think. After all, Okka knows I'm here.”
“Okka?”
“The leader of the flock of ducks I'm traveling with.”
Gwendal doubt a flock of ducks, no matter how many they were, would be a match for Shin Makoku's Army, but he didn't say it.
Instead, he went to introduce Nils to His Majesty. They immediately hooked up and became friends—no surprise there—, and lovely Finduvet got more freedom around Blood Pledge Castle. So did the other ducks in Okka's flock, to the maids' despair. Particularly since they were given the invitation of coming back each year.
And, a week after the incident, Gretta got her stuffed duck.
A duck, not a crow. A duck!
Fandom: KKM / The Wonderful Adventures of Nils Holgersson
Rating: PG
Summary: It all began when His Majesty and Wolfram brought in a wild duck.
Characters: Gwendal, mostly.
Spoilers: None.
Note: To
allira_dream's teeth.It all began when His Majesty and Wolfram brought in a wild duck. An injured wild duck. Nothing life-threatening, but enough to prevent it from flying.
“We found it near the lake,” His Majesty said. “We'll take care of it until it can fly again.”
While Günther praised His Majesty's kindness towards all creatures and Conrad went to find a comfortable cage, Gwendal and Greta stepped close to look at the creature.
As far as ducks were concerned, this one was very beautiful, and the way it trembled—terrified, the poor thing—on His Majesty's arms, gave it a look resembling the one of a lady in distress. That couldn't have sounded weirder—Gwendal was aware of it—but, for some reason, the bird had triggered his most chivalrous side.
“Is it going to be fine?” Greta asked.
“Yes,” Wolfram said. “Its wing is swollen; it was caught up in some branches when we found it. It'll be fine if it rests for a little while.”
Greta frowned. “And you're going to set it free after, right?”
His Majesty nodded. “Of course! We just couldn't keep it in a cage; it's a wild animal.”
Greta smiled and Gwendal thought of giving her a stuffed duck as a present.
Günther was still praising His Majesty when Conrad came back with the cage, so His Majesty, Wolfram, and Greta went to tend the duck.
Gwendal then went to his office, thinking about patterns and yarn colors.
Once there, he closed the door and went to his desk—and saw, with the corner of his eye, some movement on the shelf he had his stuffed animals on. Maybe it's a mouse, he thought as he went over there to scare it away, worried for if the mouse had chewed through them.
He moved the stuffed animals—none of them presented holes, thankfully—to the desk carefully, in order to avoid being bitten by the mouse. Gwendal didn't find any traces of a rodent of any kind. Instead, he found a small hat.
“I don't remember Greta having a doll this size,” he mumbled.
“That's not a doll's hat!” someone said, in a firm, high-pitched voice.
Gwendal looked to the door; it was still closed. “Who's there?” he asked.
“Over here! On the shelf!”
Gwendal lookd there again and saw a little boy dressed in bright colors. And little meant 'little'. “A gnome?” he asked. Gnomes were thought to be extinct in Shin Makoku; yet, there was one right in front of his nose.
The gnome bowed. “My name's Nils Holgersson; I'm looking for a friend.”
“You're the first gnome I've seen.”
“I'm not looking for a gnome, but for a duck.”
Gwendal blinked. “A very pretty one? With an injured wing?”
Nils nodded hastily. “That'd be Finduvet! Have you seen her?”
“The Maou is taking care of it—her as we speak.”
Nils seemed to have a panic attack. “Is he going to eat her?”
“Of course not! He plans to set her free as soon as she's healed!”
Nils stopped the flailing—seemingly, out of shock—and managed to consider the idea. “But—But the Mazoku are evil!”
Gwendal, feeling somewhat offended, raised his eyebrow. “What does that have to do with anything? And you're talking to me, do I look evil to you?”
Nils stepped back. “Are you a Mazoku?”
“...yes.”
“I'd never—I mean, you have—” He started laughing. “Who would've thought a grown Mazoku noble would keep stuffed animals in his office?”
Gwendal's eyebrow trembled. “Listen—”
“Either way, you really seem trust-able, even if not all the Mazoku are like you. I do know not all Humans are alike, so why not you?”
“Thank you?”
“Do you give me your word that Finduvet is safe here?” Nils asked, offering his hand for a handshake.
“Absolutely,” Gwendal said, taking Nils small hand with his own to shake it very delicately.
“Well, then. Can I go see Finduvet? To tell her everything's going to be all right? She doesn't understand neither Human nor Mazoku language.”
“Yes.” Gwendal put his hand on the shelf, with the palm up so Nils could climb on it.
“Can we wait until dark? I'm not comfortable with the idea of someone else seeing me.”
“You don't have to worry about being hurt in this castle; specially with the king we have...”
“He's a nice person, then?”
“You can say that.”
Nils thought about the matter for a couple of seconds. “Fine, I think. After all, Okka knows I'm here.”
“Okka?”
“The leader of the flock of ducks I'm traveling with.”
Gwendal doubt a flock of ducks, no matter how many they were, would be a match for Shin Makoku's Army, but he didn't say it.
Instead, he went to introduce Nils to His Majesty. They immediately hooked up and became friends—no surprise there—, and lovely Finduvet got more freedom around Blood Pledge Castle. So did the other ducks in Okka's flock, to the maids' despair. Particularly since they were given the invitation of coming back each year.
And, a week after the incident, Gretta got her stuffed duck.
A duck, not a crow. A duck!
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¡Pero! ¡Es lindo! :3 awwww. Nils está en la tierra prometida con un rey como Yuuri, y los patos igual. ¡Más hijos! Ojalá no choque con los bearbees, eso sí.
:3 muy lindo.