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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[richestduck]

The rest of dinner past relatively peacefully. Scrooge headed to his bedroom to take a nice long soaking bath.

Fortunately for Magica, he hadn't thought she'd be so bold as to go into his room, so he hadn't locked the door.

As he sat in the hot water, head tilted back, he tried to let all the stress of the day leave him. Tomorrow he'd be going back into town with Autumn Sunshine and one of the geldings. Hopefully they'd have some buyers this time around.

[lifesa_witch]

A perfect set-up! Magica flitted away to his room to set up the scene. Opening the window to let the moonlight dance on her body, fluff up the pillows, a few flower petals here and there, and the finishing touch?

Laying naked on his bed in a provocative pose! Now all she had to do was wait for him to finish his bath, so he could finish in her.

[richestduck]

Scrooge exited the bathroom, completely nude. He debated putting on a nightshirt but decided against it. He was too tired to be bothered. Besides, who would know or care?

He walked over to his bed, enjoying the cool night breeze blowing through his feathers. He was so tired that he moved slowly, half-asleep, towards the bed.

[lifesa_witch]

Ah, the slow shamble of the defeated. He was so awestruck by her beauty that his defenses were gone.

Stifling a bemused chuckle, she opened her arms, puckered her lips, and closed her eyes, awaiting his touch.

[richestduck]

He climbed up into bed beside her, laid down...

...and promptly hugged a pillow as he fell asleep. Completely unaware that he wasn't alone.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica waited. And waited. And waited. Then she opened one eye to see what was the hold up.

...

Briefly, Magica had a vision of tearing Scrooge apart limb by limb, bone by bone, pluck out his eyes and have maggots feast on his organs, and making his every waking moment sheer tortuous agony.

THEN HE COULD KNOW A FRACTION OF WHAT SHE FELT LIKE RIGHT NOW.

Biting down so hard on her tongue she could taste blood, Magica curled her fingers inward so she couldn't strangle Scrooge, and instead stormed out of his room, fuming.

[richestduck]

He shivered in his sleep though whether it was due to the night air coming in through the window or his close brush with death was up for debate.

Regardless, he slept well that night...though seeing the flower petals when he woke up did confuse him quite a lot.

[lifesa_witch]

The wrath of a goddess was not a pretty sight. Magica hadn't gotten one iota of sleep, she was just that angry. She didn't speak to anyone, and only snarled - even as she went out to work with the animals, it seemed as if all nature of floral and fauna backed away from her, afraid of getting anywhere near her.

Damned Scrooge. Damned Scrooge. Damned Scrooge. DAMN HIM TO THE FURTHEST PITS OF THE UNDERWORLD!

[richestduck]

As Scrooge prepared a few of the horses to go to market, Hortense asked him, "What did you do?"

"Before breakfast, I hadn't seen her since dinner. Maybe it's the sexual frustration," he said crossly.

Honestly, he'd never asked to obtain the interest of a moody goddess. How was this his fault?

[lifesa_witch]

A few of the horses began to whinny and back up - Magica had arrived on the scene, and they wanted nothing to do with whatever's going on.

"Scrooge." She said darkly, not even acknowledging Hortense's presence. "I'm working with you today."

That wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was an order.

[richestduck]

"Are you now?" Scrooge asked dryly.

He crossed his arms, raising a brow at her.

[lifesa_witch]

"I am now." She went up to his face, poking him in the chest with each word. "You're going to show me what lowly, menial work you do, and then I'll do it even better, so get to it!"

[richestduck]

He glared at her for a moment before his face split into a smirk.

"All right then. Let's get started. I was going to be working overtime today because I've got to take some of the horses to market which will eat into my time, but many hands make light work."

Honestly, she was doing herself no favors.

[lifesa_witch]

Overtime? Absolutely not. That would make him even more exhausted than last night!

"Then let's get these silly nags walking already!"

[richestduck]

"First things first." He pointed at her. "You need to calm down. You're making the horses nervous, and I'll not have you injuring one of them just because you spooked them and they lashed out."

[lifesa_witch]

"If you had told most gods and goddesses to 'calm down', you'd be on the hot end of lightning." Pause, then an annoyed mumble. "Except for Ludwig, but you couldn't anger him if you punched him in the face..."

She shook her head - not the point! "I'm perfectly calm. I'll have you know I can be much worse than this."

[richestduck]

Scrooge said nothing, merely jerking his thumb meaningfully in the direction of one stallion that was nervously pawing the hay beneath him. The animal lifted his mighty head up and down, anxious and uncertain.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica rolled her eyes. To think that her future pleasure was in the hands - hoofs - of a nervous horse. What had her life become?

But she made the zipped lips gesture, crossing her arms. At least she wouldn't frighten any animals with her yelling at least.

[richestduck]

He sighed and nodded towards a wheelbarrow. "You manage the wheelbarrow while I do the mucking. Once it's full, take it outside and empty it in the manure pile."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica opened her eyes to snark... and then, clearly forcefully, shut it. Backtalk wasn't going to make her day go faster. She inhaled deeply, rolling her shoulders as she headed for the wheelbarrow.

[richestduck]

Magica was going to learn the hard way what "mucking out the stalls" meant.

Scrooge led the horses one-by-one out to the pasture. Then he came back with a pitchfork, entered the first stall, and pomptly began scooping up foul-smelling hay to dump into the wheelbarrow. It wouldn't take long for Magica to figure out why it smelled so bad.

[lifesa_witch]

If she wasn't immortal, Magica would think she'd die if any other deity found out what she was doing. At this point, it was becoming more about spite than actual pleasure. How dare some mortal think she couldn't handle work! Now it didn't matter if he'd be bad in bed, it was more important to prove him wrong.

It was obvious all the times she wanted to shout and curse and give up, but every time she came close - and there were several times - she bit down hard on her lower lip, grinding her beak. To her credit, she did as she was told, although it wasn't exactly a difficult job to do. She moved the wheelbarrow and dumped it where instructed, huffing all the while.

[richestduck]

Once the job was finished, Scrooge nodded towards the house. "I'll be in in a moment. Go ahead and get cleaned up. Once I'm washed up, we're going to market."

He actually had a bit of a smile going. He was pleased at the work they'd done.

[lifesa_witch]

"You're welcome." She hissed, finally letting out a bit of steam before she marched towards the baths. She could clean herself with a whim, but she wanted alone time to shout to the heavens.

[richestduck]

Ah, Scrooge was going to miss the extra set of hands once Magica threw in the towel. However, he'd live with the loss. It'd be better than having a sour goddess lurking around.

He went into the castle not long after Magica, getting cleaned up swiftly. He still had that lingering scent of musk that came from a hard day's labor, but at least he wasn't offensively smelly.

When Magica came out, she'd find him astride a rather impressive gelding without a saddle, the leads for Autumn Sunshine and another gelding in the hand not gripping the reigns of his own horse. Behind him was a saddle pad.

"If we're lucky, we'll be walking back, but might as well ride out."