i'm your venus, i'm your fire (magica x scrooge)

[lifesa_witch]

 Immortality tended to get boring. Whether she was booted out of the divine halls or voluntarily left depended on who you asked. As far as Magica De Spell was concerned, the mortals deserved to be in her presence every so often to entertain her. She flitted from village to village, trying to find someone worthy of her time, but alas, her standards were very high.

Then she learned to hear the whispers, the rumors, about a clan that rose from the depths of defeat and refused to stay down. The next head was a strong, determined lad who worked to the bone every day to bring glory to the family name. Curious about such a man, Magica walked along the dirt and the stones to where the man supposedly traveled for his wares. For now, she disguised her presence, allowing herself to be ignored by all living things so she could observe without being seen.

After all, when it came down to it, she wasn't going to hit it if this McDuck wasn't a looker.

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[lifesa_witch]

What was with this man?! Had he been given all the looks and none of the brains?!

"You moron! You fool! You imbecile! I will not be ignored!" She began beating his back with her hands, like a child denied their favorite toy. "No one has ever said no to me, I will not stand for it!"

[richestduck]

"So go sit down. Or have a lay with one of your priests. They're already devoted to you and would probably let you do whatever you wished with them for however long you wanted to do it."

Honestly, this woman was making a scene. People were gawping and not because they were admiring Autumn Sunrise.

"Now will you please leave?" he asked with strained politeness. "I'm trying to find a good buyer."

[lifesa_witch]

She stepped back, eyes hellfire. "Oh, so you've heard the tales of what happens when the gods are done with their lovers... but have you heard any such tale when they are denied?" She hissed, hands clenched, body trembling.

"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU DID NOT TAKE MY HAND, MCDUCK!"

With a crack of lightning, she was gone, leaving only a sense of dread behind.

[richestduck]

Honestly, he hadn't. Every story starred a mortal tripping over themselves to sleep with a god. However, there were plenty of tales of the mischief gods could get up to when things didn't go precisely their way.

He looked at Autumn Sunshine. "I have a bad feeling about this."

The mare snorted her agreement.

[lifesa_witch]

For the rest of the day, all the villagers avoided Scrooge like the plague. Word had gotten around about what happened (half thinking there had been some divine creature harassing him, and the other half thinking he'd been yelled at by a loony biddy) and no one wanted any part of it. But everyone truly hoped whatever had happened would pass over and be forgotten within days - no doubt Scrooge McDuck wished for this more than anyone.

When Scrooge did eventually returned home, dinner was nearly ready, and the silverware was set out. One, two, three, four, five, six, plates...

... Wait. Six?

[richestduck]

Scrooge had been seriously annoyed when he'd come home. Oh, he'd made sure Autumn Sunshine had settled back in with the herd fine, but that hadn't eased his annoyance much. It'd probably take a few days before he could try again. Ugh.

As he looked at the silverware, he looked to Hortense. "Is Uncle Jake visiting for dinner?"

"Nope. Matilda took pity on someone."

He groaned, rubbing his temples. "Honestly, I hope this one will at least leave once the night's over."

[lifesa_witch]

"Don't bet on it."

He'd only heard it once before, but no doubt Scrooge would find the voice now right behind him very familiar.

[richestduck]

Scrooge's face slowly morphed into one of complete horror. "No. She didn't."

Hortense raised a brow. "Friend of yours?"

"Not even remotely."

[lifesa_witch]

"I warned you, did I not? Magica sneered, walking past him to sit at the table. "Besides, I did not utter one word of falsehood to your sister."

[richestduck]

"What did you tell her?!" Scrooge demanded.

Matilda entered the dining room with a stack of plates. "Something wrong, Scroogey?"

Hortense's smirk was a mile wide. "Pull up a chair, Matilda. This is getting good."

[lifesa_witch]

"The truth, of course." Magica replied ever so calmly. "I have no home of my own, no coin in my pocket, and no family to take me in." A flippant wave of her hand.

"All that I have is a yearning that someone refuses to ease, and so, I have nothing to my name."

[richestduck]

"That yearning is for me to have sex with you, and I'm not interested!"

Hortense started laughing hysterically while Matilda turned dark red with mortification.

"Um...what?" the middle McDuck child squeaked.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica was nonplussed, looking right at him. "Then I hope you're prepared for a permanent addition to this household, because until I get what I came for, I'm not leaving."

It was petty, spiteful, and utterly stupid. It was pure Magica De Spell.

[richestduck]

"We can't afford for you to just sit on your arse!" he snapped.

Well, they probably could now that Scrooge was earning lots of money, but Magica's presence would be that one grain of sand that irritated the oyster into creating a pearl of spite and hate.

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh, you'll survive." Again, dismissive of matters that were "unimportant" to her.

"Besides, you and I both know the quickest, easiest, and most satisfying way to get me out of my feathers."

[richestduck]

"Over my dead body," Scrooge snarled.

"Now, now, Scroogey. We'll work something out," Downy gently scolded as she swept into the room with food. She'd press-ganged Fergus into service carrying another of the dishes.

Fergus frowned as he glanced at Magica. "How long were ye plannin' tae stay?"

[lifesa_witch]

Magica jabbed a thumb at Scrooge. "That's up to him. I've made my demands very clear." And they were quite reasonable ones, if you asked her!

[richestduck]

Fergus frowned and looked at his son.

"I'm not sleeping with her," Scrooge said flatly.

The clan head sighed. "Then might Ah suggest a compromise?"

[lifesa_witch]

Magica glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "I'm listening." No guarantee she'd agree to it, but she was curious.

[richestduck]

"If ye're plannin' tae stay, ye help out around the place fer as long as ye're here," Fergus said. "And if ye ever manage tae get me boy tae sleep with ye, ye go."

Scrooge sneered at that. "Well, at least we'll have an extra hand around until she gets bored." He then gave Magica a smirk. "If you want me so badly, you'll have to court me to do it."

The last part was meant to be mocking, but it was also meant as a challenge. Magica was used to having her way for everything? Well, she was going to have to do as mortals did and work for what she wanted. And given her entitled attitude, she'd lose interest quickly.

[lifesa_witch]

Now if Scrooge hadn't opened his mouth, Magica would have considered actually leaving. Working? To earn a mortal's pleasure? That was beneath her, and perhaps not even worth her time.

But, nope, Scrooge had to go ahead and issue her a challenge.

"Are you daring to say that I cannot handle the work a mortal can?" She nearly screeched, hands ready to throttle him. "I who can make the oceans dry with one wave of my hand, I who command the animal kingdom with one look of my eye? Just you watch, you inelegant fool! It will only be a matter of time before you're groveling at my feet for a mere kiss of my lips!"

[richestduck]

"All right then. Impress me. Work starts at dawn."

Scrooge sat down at his usual spot at the table. Once Magica realized how hard working among mortals could be, she'd be leaving soon enough. There was no chance in any level of Hell that she'd put up with it for long.

[lifesa_witch]

And so began perhaps the most awkward dinner in all of time. Magica, technically, did not need to eat. But she did, glaring at Scrooge the entire time, plotting his sexual demise. How hard could mortal work actually be?

... At least the food was good. If this had been left in her temple, she would have been appeased and given a blessing.

[richestduck]

Having an actual goddess at the table was awkward enough. Having one that would be working for them while trying to make the next clan head her lover made it all the worse.

Still, Downy asked gamely, "More shepherd's pie, dear?"

[lifesa_witch]

Magica glanced over. "Hm? ... Ah, yes. Very well. I admit it's been some time before I've eaten mortal food, it seems to have improved over the centuries since I last tried it."

A... compliment. Kinda?