asgardmeridiem | What does the fox say?

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What does the fox say?

Who: Stiles and Derek and Isaac and Scott (And anyone else who'd like to join in)
What: Special delivery
When: 338
Where: At people's places and all in between the city
Rating: Soft R for possible language and fire discussions.

Just because he'd been transformed into a small fox by some asshole god (yeah, he called you an asshole, god) didn't mean he was useless. In fact, he'd decided to prove that by showing just how helpful he could be. Everyone was so busy with the fallout from Thiazi's attack or this weird influx of personal drama that people weren't taking care of themselves.

Or not well enough for Stiles. Add that up with the fact that he'd essentially been called useless and helpless like this and Stiles was in a mood to prove himself. He was neither useless nor helpless and when one of the house maids opened his door for a little cleaning, Stiles bolted out between her legs, giving a trill laugh at the sound she made when he escaped.

GLORIOUS FREEDOM!! And totally a chance for redemption. Natives and travelers alike might see a black and white furred form darting around a few of the districts. They might also see a slower version of him burdened down with a wrapped pie, trying to carry it to where it had to go. The truly stupid might try to take it from him. Go on, he dares you.

{ooc: So Stiles is free and delivering pies to his friends. Anyone's welcome to come across him and either be a jerk and try to take his pies (NOOO) and wind up getting more than they bargained for or trying to follow him to see what he's doing. If he knows you, he might take a moment to say hi, but he is a fox with a mission. There will be headers for a few pre-determined people (the ones on the list) but that doesn't mean you can't start your own and give his bushy tail a tug.}

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It was weird how he could actually track people by scent now. Not like he hadn't noticed smells before, but now? WHOA! Mega difference. FYI, some people needed to bathe more.

Isaac was the first on his list of people to visit and the box carrying the pie might have a few scuff marks on the bottom and sides and maybe the cord keeping it closed was a little gnawed and wet with fox slobber, but hey, he'd gotten it here in one piece. Considering the box was like, half his size, shut up.

He'd made it to Isaac's room and was sitting outside it, curled up protectively around the box as he waited for him to show up. Look, Isaac. He brought you love.

Isaac comes and goes pretty regularly in Asgard, so he's at his door not too long after Stiles shows up. He almost doesn't see the fox at first and narrowly avoids stepping on it, diverting at the last possible moment and almost losing his balance.

"-the hell?"

Stiles woke up at the 'the hell', moving as Isaac did to try not to get stepped on. He sat by the box, tail moving slowly side to side as he looked up at Isaac and gave a yip before words appeared in flames above his head.

BROUGHT YOU PIE ITS GOOD HAVE SOME

"Uh."

Isaac takes a step back from the fire words and slowly moves around the fox to open the door.

"I don't want any."

Isaac...

There's an actual whine sound coming from him before he manages to cut it off.

BUT I BROUGHT IT FOR YOU YOU NEED PIE

"What- is this some apology from the gods?"

Isaac sighs, leaning down with his hands on his knees to stare at the fox.

"Look, I appreciate it, but the box is all banged up. It's been dragged on the ground for who knows how long. Sorry, dude."

HAS NOT

Hey, the box was in one piece and he'd done his best, okay? Wasn't his fault the thing was as big as he was. He looked up at Isaac with his head dropped down, eyes rolled up and giving him a pitiful look.

CROWS TRIED TO STEAL IT

Edited 2013-10-13 21:30 (UTC)

He just. Stares at Stiles a little, brows raised in a bit of disbelief.

"...that makes me want to eat it, how?"

BECAUSE THEY DIDNT DUH

He'd been proud of the burned corpses that had dropped from the sky. Come on, Isaac. Give him a little credit...

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Second on his list was ~~the failpha~~ Derek, Stiles not discouraged from their last pie session and instead deciding to bring him another. One he didn't have to share. And look, no whipped cream. He'd learned his lesson.

The box might be a little singed in one corner after a run in with some really fucking annoying crows. Crows were evil little shits, okay? Okay. And he might have a few little wounds from some attempted dive bombs before he got pissed and wound up barbecuing the murder that had been pestering him.

Oops. He so wasn't sorry.

His nose tickled with Derek's scent under the door and he knew he was in. So someone was going to start scratching and trilling and yipping at the door until someone opened it. No clarification on who either of those someone's were.

Stile's predicament is really the last thing on Derek's mind, seeing as he had no doubt Stiles more than deserves the curse put on him. Granted, he'd never thought Stiles as some sort of animal would be possibly even more annoying than his human-self, but there we go, point proven easily enough after their video feed conversation.

He still doesn't expect the scratching at his door, and it leaves him to open it with guarded wariness.

"Stiles." Looking down at you with a sigh.

"What do you want."

PIE

He was looking up at Derek, jaw open slightly in a grin as his tail swished side to side. The box in front of him should have been obvious, Derek. He leaned down and nudged at it, nosing it towards the werewolf.

BROUGHT YOU SOME

"I don't want it." Stop it with the pie, Stiles.

"Stop bringing me more." Once was enough, but this is getting ridiculous. It's bad enough that he has to deal with you so frequently.

The tail slowed, drooping slightly as he kept looking at Derek. There was a moment where he looked like he might just settle down again and be stubborn, but after a small huff, he turned to go.

He was kind of done with trying to be the one trying to make friends with the assholes who couldn't remember he was friends with them.

He really fucking hates you sometimes. Derek almost lets him go, should really do so because he's not good company and he really doesn't have the patience for Stiles, let alone this fox version, even on the best of days. And yet, it hasn't been long since he'd let the teen bring him the last pie, and surprisingly enough it hadn't been the worst time of Derek's life. That, and he'd sort of even defended Stiles' offer of comfort for Isaac when his beta had brought up, if only because...

Well, that's the mystery, isn't it. Bottom line it and maybe he's being too hard on the teen.

"I didn't say you can't come inside." Fuck him and his stupid life.

Oh? He stills, turning to look at Derek curiously. Was he actually not kicking him out?

He turned and moved to slink past the scowling man, staying close to the frame just in case it was a joke and he got a boot to the face.

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?

This is flamed up when he's safely inside and not in danger of being tossed out.

Admittedly kicking Stiles like this would probably be all sorts of pleasing, but only if he actually deserved it. Which he doesn't, for once. Instead Derek simply huffs.

"Nothing." That Stiles needs to know about, anyway. Probably just brooding. Fun times with Derek.

"Don't you have anything better to do than to drag around pies? Now that you're a fox." You'd think there'd be something more interesting out there than this.

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Last on his list was his bestie. He'd made sure he'd gotten his favorite pie and had tried his best not to scuff the box or bang it around too much, but he was only one fox and it was a big frigging box, okay? He'd done his best, Scott.

This whole pie-delivery thing was harder than it looked when the pies were pretty much the same size as you and Stiles arrived at Scott's exhausted. He couldn't tell if anyone was at home, so he gave a few feeble scratches and yips before curling up around the pie.

If he was home, he'd come to the door. If not, he'd find a half-asleep Stiles on his doorstep. Either way, it was a win. He buried his nose in the busy tail he now had and rested.

Unfortunately nobody was home when Stiles showed up. Allison was at work and Scott was the first to come back to their room from the pet store and stop in his tracks when he saw his foxy best friend on his doorstep, curled up around... was that pie? How the hell had Stiles managed to deliver a pie to him in his furry form? That definitely showed dedication.

Smiling at how cute Stiles looked waiting for him, Scott opened the door and bent down to scoop Stiles up in one hand, picking up the pie in his other. Stepping into his room, he shut the door behind him with his foot since both his hands were full.

He barely heard Scott coming up, tired as he was, but he definitely felt himself being picked up like a... like a pet! But when he opened bleary eyes, he saw a familiar face and decided 'screw it'. Scott was comfy, his feet were sore, and he smelled good.

His best friend got a lick to the cheek as he settled his head on his shoulder. Look, Scott. He brought you things. Things in the form of a pie. And it wasn't cherry.

Stiles was totally Scott's pet while he was a fox. The sooner Stiles accepted that, the better.

"Dude," Scott complained when Stiles licked his face. "You better not have been licking your butt." He put the pie down for a moment but kept holding Stiles against his shoulder, rubbing up and down his furry back. "Thanks for the pie though, I appreciate it."

Words appeared in front of them in flickering flames.

OUT OF ALL THE PLACES I COULD LICK MY BUTT WOULD NOT BE ONE OF THEM EWW SCOTT

Just for that, he got a lick to his mouth. Ha ha. Take that, jerk. Why did everyone think that he was going to go eat frogs or rummage around in garbage or lick things that were disgusting? If he didn't do any of that stuff without fur, he sure as crap wasn't going to now.

YOU OKAY?

Scott jumped when the flames appeared because fire out of nowhere was pretty damn alarming.

"There has got to be a better way for you to communicate that doesn't involve you possibly setting my room on fire--"

And suddenly there was a tongue against his mouth that wasn't Allison's. No more nuzzling against Scott's shoulder for you, Stiles! Scott held him at an arm's length instead. "That's the last time you try to kiss me as a fox." Scott put Stiles down on his bed so he could wipe his mouth and grab a spoon for the pie.

"I'm okay," he answered Stiles, despite how weird it felt talking to a fox. He was doing a lot better since Allison was back from Vanaheim. And Isaac was back too but Scott hadn't seen him yet. "You okay? Or is that a stupid question while you're a fox?"

Aww, but he was cuddling...

Have a sadface, Scott.

NOT GOING TO SET ANYTHING ON FIRE ASSNOZZLE IM

He paused, the word flickering out as he thought about how he actually was. He was... furry? Well, he was pissed, too. Stuck as a fox down around feet level where everything stunk and people kept trying to pet him and pick him up... not exactly his idea of a great time.

IM FINE

But Scott didn't need to know that.

Don't give him that look, Stiles. You're too cute for your own good right now.

Scott knew what Stiles really meant was that he hated the situation but he was dealing with it because he had no other choice. He patted Stiles' head sympathetically.

"I'll get you some water." Since Stiles was probably thirsty from the journey to Freya.

And guess what Scott had brought back from the store? A drinking bowl with Stiles' name on it. Scott filled up the bowl with water and put it on the floor for Stiles.