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

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

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

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."

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."

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."

"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.

"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.

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

"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."

"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.

"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.

"Because until I collect, you get to sit there and sweat over when I'll show up to collect and what I'll ask for when I do." Hortense's eyes glinted maliciously. "Fair's fair."

Because the gods took in all the praise and gave very little if anything back. A pious family could literally starve itself to death for the glory of their patron and the god they fervently worshipped wouldn't give a damn.

"Listen, you little wretch, I am a goddess! I sweat over nothing and no one! I took your offer because you have no power over me!"

This whole family was a bunch of lunatics! But they held no sway over her! She was Magica De Spell, dammit! The ground underneath her shook with her anger, animals backing off, plants tilting away. As with many gods, anger tended to exude plenty of godly magics.

"I will decide what's fair and what's isn't! I am divinity! I am immortal! And there is nothing and no one that can ever strike fear in my heart!"

... Nearby, a tree fell over. And Magica didn't cause it, and she knew it.

"... Aw, phooey."

Hortense looked with some interest in the direction of the tree. "Nothing or no one, huh?"

"Shut up and hide." Magica hissed, grabbing Hortense by the arm and trying to drag her away. "If we're lucky, he'll get bored in seconds and move on!"

A second tree fell over. Whatever it was, it was heading toward them.

Hortense huffed, putting her hands on her hips and planting her feet. Honestly, did Magica think Hortense would just obey her?

"Who is he?"

Of all the times to be so stubborn! Magica kept pulling. "Quackmore, the god of war! He's bad news! He must have noticed all this divine power in one place, because of me and Ludwig! NOW BE A GOOD GIRL AND MOVE YOUR BEHIND!"

A third three, and then out he walked. Like the other gods the McDucks had met, he had the appearance of an ordinary mortal while exuding the fact he wasn't. He was wearing parts of a soldier's uniform, with a cocky grin and cracking his knuckles, looking around in interest.

"...This is the god of war."

Hortense was Not Impressed. She snorted at the newcomer.

"He looks like a Whiskerville. Same stupid attitude."

Oh, goodness, Hortense was going to get herself killed. "SHUSH."

Hearing the noise, Quackmore strutted over, laughing. "Well, well, well! Magica De Spell! I thought I sniffed you around here."

Magica showed a surprising amount of humility, bowing and keeping her voice low. "It's an honor, Quackmore. But I assure you, nothing worth your time is here. I am merely observing my worshippers."

"Mmm, is that right?" He cocked his head, looking at Hortense. "Blessed be your day, pretty thing! I traveled all this way to grace your little town, why not reward me with your finest meats, chop chop."

Hortense glared and crossed her arms. "How about you go down to the pub and pay for some yourself?"

Magica quickly stood up straight. "Hortense, JUST GO INSIDE."

Quackmore raised an eyebrow. "Oi, oi, little girl. Do you know who you're talking to?" He looked her up and down. "Still, given what a lovely lass you are, I can overlook a little rudeness..." He leaned in. "How about a kiss on the cheek, eh?"

Hortense gave a toothy grin, almost like a lioness showing her fangs while flexing her claws at the idiot prey that had wandered into her den. "I'll do you one better."

And with that, Hortense brought her hand back, formed, a fist, and landed a haymaker on Quackmore's chin.

Quackmore, not realizing the trouble he was in, wiggled his eyebrows before leaning in. "Is that right?" Thinking he'd actually get a little liplock...

DING-DING-DING, K.O.!

She actually sent the man flying a good two or three feet before landing with a heavy THUD on the ground, his twitching legs the only sign he was alive and conscious.

Magica's jaw hung open in abject horror - before grabbing Hortense by the shoulders and shaking her back and forth violently. "DO YOU HAVE ROCKS FOR BRAINS?! That was the GOD OF WAR you just sucker-punched!"

"How long have you known me now?" Hortense harrumphed, not in the least bit impressed. She grabbed Magica's wrists and squeezed them to force her to let go. "He's not dead. What's the problem?"

"YOU'RE GUNNA BE DEAD, THAT'S THE PROBLEM!" Magica screeched. "He can wipe out entire continents when he's in a bad mood! Unless you get on your knees and apologize, we have to start running now!" She then began to pull her own hair, trying to think of a good escape and defense strategy. "Maybe Ludwig can find some good places to hide, and I could put you all under a barrier, ahhhhh this is so baaaad...!"

Quackmore, after a few more bouts of twitching, slowly began to get up...

Hortense snorted and marched over to Quackmore, putting her hands on her hips.

"Oi!" she snapped. "Is that the best the big bad God of War can do? A wee little jab from a mortal can send you reeling that easily? Pathetic!"

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