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]

"Oh, lassie, that doesnae mean I donnae want ye around. Ye've adapted well to our way o' livin' which cannae be easy fer ye." She smiled brightly as she held her hand out over the pan to see how hot it was getting. "And ye've got good taste if ye fancy my son!"

[lifesa_witch]

"Of course." Magica sniffed, taking the compliment, since she knew it was true. "But you have to know I'm not here for a wedding and six kids and a happily ever after."

[richestduck]

"I'm aware. It's a shame, really. If that's what ye were here for, ye'd have been warming my son's bed within the first week." She held out her hand for slices of sausage.

[lifesa_witch]

... Wait, what.

Questionable things for a parent to say aside, "So he does find me attractive?"

[richestduck]

"Oh aye. I thought that was obvious." She blinked innocently at the goddess. "But my boy was raised better than tae roll in the hay with a lass he had no permanent intentions towards. Ye think ye're the first tae try?" She stepped a bit closer to fetch the sausage slices herself. "If he did, I imagine a good portion o' the village lassies would be sportin' big bellies."

[lifesa_witch]

She had competition?! Since when?! Oooh, she did not care for that thought at all. But she also figured that if she cast any sort of curse on them, she'd never hear the end of it.

"Hmph. So, stubbornness is a family trait. I'm not surprised."

[richestduck]

"Aye, we're a stubborn lot, but it's more than that. Scroogey is to be the next head of the clan as small as we are. It's a lot of pressure on him already." She put the sausages into the pan, listening to the hiss of the meat meeting the heat. "He takes it very seriously. Even if he weren't more interested in a wife than a lover, I doubt he'd pay much mind anyway. Too much he feels he has to do."

[lifesa_witch]

Family ties, clan hierarchy, duty to the name - bah! Such foolishness. In the end, all would die and be forgotten to ages. Mortals were silly things.

"So asking you for tips is as useless as asking a tree to fall over."

[richestduck]

"I am givin' ye a tip, lassie," Downy told her with a sigh. "Ye want him sharing yer bed? Ye need tae understand that sex in the mortal realm comes with much messier strings than ye're used to. Scroogey won't be a bedmate for a night. He plans to only bed the woman he'll be with for life."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica said nothing for a long time, just letting the food cook and sizzle. When she finally did say something, she turned her back toward Downy.

"For his life." She corrected. "While I watch him die, our children die, all of you die, and I live on and on and on."

With that, she walked away, no longer hungry or in the mood to help.

[richestduck]

"Aye. And that's the cruelest part," she murmured, just loud enough for Magica to hear.

Because, in his own roundabout way, Scrooge was trying to protect not just himself but the goddess. Scrooge knew their goals in coupling were too different to make it work. Someone would end up shattered.

And as useless as he might think the gods are, the gods still had a role to play in the world. Magica being shattered by the loss of her mortal husband and children would do no one any good.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica locked herself up in her room for the day. Quackmore had left - eventually - though everyone could guess it was hardly the last they'd see of him. Ludwig, for his part, was still reading and had no idea about anything that had happened. If not for the occasional intervention of Matilda, he might have stayed in that one room forever.

[richestduck]

After a while, Scrooge couldn't focus on his work. Magica's presence was an irritant but one he'd been getting used to. Her sudden absence didn't feel right.

He gave in around mid-afternoon, knocking on her bedroom door. "Magica?"

[lifesa_witch]

It took a decent while, but she finally answered. "I'll get to my chores later."

[richestduck]

"They're mostly done anyway. Might as well not bother at this point." He paused. "Are you sick?"

Did gods get ill? Something he should ask Ludwig...

...or maybe not given how the god of knowledge could ramble on.

[lifesa_witch]

A snort. "You know very well I'm not. Not that it would matter to you."

[richestduck]

"Oi. Don't put words in my mouth," he groused. "And just because I don't want to sleep with you doesn't mean I wish you ill."

[lifesa_witch]

"You wish me gone. It's about the same." A huff.

[richestduck]

"You don't want to be here," he countered. "You just want me to sleep with you and then leave." He turned to lean his back against the door.

His mother had told him to be honest with Magica, to tell her the whole truth. But, oh, it was hard.

"I won't lie and say it's not tempting."

[lifesa_witch]

While that was nice to hear, it was still not enough for her because of one word he hadn't said.

"But." she said it for him. "But. You won't."

[richestduck]

"No. I won't," he agreed. "What we want out of that night is too different. You want one night; I want longer than that. And it's not always the mortals that suffer in those tragic stories of god and mortal couplings."

He took a steadying breath.

"I'll not force you to watch a husband, children, grandchildren, and so on wither while you live on, but I can't spend a night with you either."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica had her hand to the door, eyes closed. She supposed it really didn't matter how she looked, given the door between them.

"Tell me to go, and I'll go."

[richestduck]

"If you want to stay, I won't stop you," he said. He gave a wry chuckle. "Couldn't even if I tried."

After all, he was a mortal and she was...well...she was a goddess. He'd seen other sides to her (most of them annoying but every-so-often a glimmer of someone genuinely fascinating), but that barrier was one that couldn't be overlooked.

[lifesa_witch]

Was there ever a time where he was not frustrating?

"I am saying, if you want me gone, I will go."

[richestduck]

Scrooge closed his eyes. He opened his mouth, preparing himself to tell her to leave.

"I don't want you to leave. That's the problem."