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]

"Lord Whiskerville?" Magica repeated, wondering why they knew this noble. "Is he some sort of thorn in your side?"

[richestduck]

Scrooge sighed. "Clan McDuck used to be the ruling clan in this area. However, one of our ancestors nearly-bankrupted us. The castle is still ours as is this bit of surrounding land, but Clan Whiskerville runs the town and most of what used to be Clan McDuck's lands. And they never let us forget it."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica leaned in, eyebrows raised. "I could give him plenty of bad luck and misfortune...?"

Obviously, in exchange for sleeping with her. She doubted he'd take up the offer, but it was worth a shot.

[richestduck]

"Tempting, but no. Clan McDuck is going to surpass them the old-fashioned way, and I will enjoy rubbing their faces in it," Scrooge grumbled.

[lifesa_witch]

"Old-fashioned, indeed. I bet you'll actually grow into your old-man whiskers by the time you get around to it." At least he'd said the word "tempting", instead of just an outright insult. Progress!

[richestduck]

"They're not old man whiskers!" he protested angrily.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica stuck out her tongue and resumed sweeping. "Fortunately for you, I find them cute."

[richestduck]

Scrooge began grumbling as Hortense started snickering, some of her earlier anger finally easing.

Matilda adjusted her bags. "We'd best get these to Mummy. Come on, Hortense."

"I'm coming, I'm coming..."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica and Scrooge finished their chores, and the goddess did her best to put her doubts behind her. She was her divinity, and there was no separating them, and that was fine! No other gods would show up! Scrooge would give into her! Everything was FINE.

Still, it'd be nice to do something to earn Scrooge's favor. Trying to get an in with Matilda hadn't worked out. Maybe she could try with Hortense? She'd wait until the next day, and then try to join Hortense with her chores. Desperate times, desperate situations, all that jazz.

[richestduck]

Self-reflection was apparently not Magica's strongpoint.

Not that Scrooge knew what was going on outside of Matilda fretting over what to ask Ludwig to teach her. (Had his sister decided to take up scholarship instead of romance?)

He wondered about Magica's answers to his own questioning. Really, were gods really that unchanging? No wonder she spent time with mortals: It must be horribly dull.

[lifesa_witch]

The next day, as Magica spotted Hortense leaving the house, Magica was quick to join her side.

"Hang on, let me join you!" She waved, putting on a cheerful act. "So, what are the big important chores of the day?"

[richestduck]

Hortense gave her a bland look. "So what are you going to offer me for intel on Scrooge?"

[lifesa_witch]

Well, no one could accuse Hortense of being dumb.

"What do you want? Name your price."

[richestduck]

"A favor," Hortense said immediately. She smirked and leaned in. "I want a goddess to owe me."

Hortense had put quite a bit of thought into this, apparently.

[lifesa_witch]

... This felt like a trap. But how could it be? Hortense was a mere mortal. She could never pull one over a goddess. So what was this chill down Magica's spine?

"... That all depends on if the intel is good, and works."

[richestduck]

Hortense's smirk widened into downright devilish delight. "Uh uh. You said I could name my price. Well, I'm naming it."

[lifesa_witch]

So, no chance of trying out the proof before agreeing. Hmmm... well. What could Hortense really want anyway? Money, power, fancy things, a boy, Magica could provide all that with no big loss on her end.

But let's be real - it was sheer stubbornness on her end that was going to make her agree to the deal. If Scrooge would just sleep with her once...!

She held out her hand. "Deal."

[richestduck]

Hortense gave that hand a firm shake. "First, tell me what you've tried so far that Scroogey hasn't grouched about. Matilda already told me what she told you."

[lifesa_witch]

What he hasn't complained about? That was a short list.

"... He seemed pleased that I was doing the chores without being told the other day. And he was curious about some of my powers."

[richestduck]

"So you were making yourself useful as well as ornamental. That's a good way to catch his attention. Honestly, you should've tried that earlier," Hortense said blandly.

[lifesa_witch]

"I shouldn't have had to." Magica huffed, crossing her arms. "We both know what he needs to do to get rid of me, and now he's just being... stubborn and spiteful!"

Pot. Kettle.

[richestduck]

"You both have hypocrisy in common. Nice to see," Hortense taunted.

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh, what do you know!" Magica looked away. "You're the one sibling without a god in your life, and you should be grateful for that! Though I can't imagine what pig-headed god would want to be around you anyway."

[richestduck]

"Good. I don't want a god. You're a completely useless lot," Hortense said with not an ounce of remorse.

Because Hortense was about to drill into Magica's head just what Matilda had been more tactful to say.

[lifesa_witch]

"If I'm so useless, why do you even want a favor from me?" Magica snapped, ready to argue and still convinced she'd win.