tripoverme (tripoverme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-01 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | freyr, geirmarr |
Who: Geirmárr and Freyr (Complete Log)
What: Shopping for clothes for the wolf
Where: The Mall
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: Language?
Geirmárr
He had been dragged out into the city by Freyr after his second day of living at the homestead. There had been a matter of his nudity being an issue with the Vanir and now, wearing ill-fitting clothes, he followed the taller God through the department store, his eyes twitching back and forth excitedly as there were just SO MANY THINGS he had never seen before. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents around them.
Still, he had been instructed not to touch anything, and he kept his hands to himself, and his impulses under control.
Freyr
First things first was to take him to the men's suit section and get him a durable suit, it was first because he could also get Geirmarr's measurements done there and then he'd know what size the man wore for day to day attire.
Once he was sure that the wolf wasn't going to gnaw his way out of his suit, he'd get him something nicer, more expensive. This was just something to start off with. Measurements taken with several glaring threats and demands that the wolf hold still, he asks for an off the rack suit be set aside for purchase with the rest of the clothing.
Then he leads Geirmarr through the men's section, allowing him to pick shirts he liked, while he loaded himself with jeans, cargos, a few pairs of shorts, slacks, that sort of thing.
Geirmárr
Of course he was going to try to gnaw his way out of it, it was itchy! Besides, this human thing was new and difficult and hey that tickles! Still, at Freyr’s request, the wolf holds as still as he can, resisting the urge to also give the gentlemen with the measuring tape a good sniff-down.
Humans these days were so interesting!
When the measuring is done, and he’s let loose on the mens section, there is a great matter of pawing through the clothes, even sniffing at them curiously when he felt the God wasn’t watching him. Demands to know why this was necessary had been silenced on the way here, though he still felt the need to ask now and again. Still, he kept his mouth shut, tentatively padding his way between the racks.
A couple of shirts are picked out eventually – the wrong size, he doesn’t understand the concept – because he likes the feel of the material. They don’t fit a particular style, he just likes the knit or the color.
Freyr
He's trying and that's what matters to Freyr. The red headed Vanir watches for a moment, then goes back and exchanges the shirts for the same cut and color, same material in sizes that will fit.
That done, he picks out a few things himself, nicer clothes, things for him to wear into the city rather than just tee shirts and stuff for around the farm. Once he has as much in his arms as he can see over, and has Geirmarr loaded down as well, he ushers the wolf towards the men's department changing room and places everything within the little room.
"Okay, try these things on."
Geirmárr
“Do what now?”
He looks between the overflowing piles of clothes, and the Vanir, before his head cocked to one side.
Freyr
"Go into that room. Put on the clothes to see if they fit. Put the clothes that fit in one pile and the clothes that do not in another pile."
Then he growled something in their ancient language. "Do NOT pee on the clothes you want to keep."
He pointed to the dressing room again and the clothing.
Geirmárr
His eyes widened and he went to do as he was told, phantom tail tucked between his legs at the growl of the Vanir. He was only going to pee a little. Just a drop. Just enough to scent mark it as his own.. but alright.
The door closed and he blinked as suddenly, there was two of him!
There’s a thud as his back hits the far wall, and a distinctive growl noise at the mirror image of himself.
Freyr
He waits for that, half -expecting it, but not really sure whether it will happen or not.
"Davin.. it's a reflection, like water." He says in the old language again, so that his 'charge' will calm down some. One hand lifts to his brow and he starts to massage between them. This was going to be a long day.
Geirmárr
“Witchcraft!” He hollered over the door in that same language. A tentative step forward and a claw poked at the reflection, who pokes back. There is a number of ‘tinktinktink’ noises before finally the rustling of clothes.
Below the bottom edge of the door, the borrowed shirt drops to the floor. More rustling happens, before finally, a very canine whine sounds through the dressing room.
“Heelllp.”
Freyr
A very human groan echoes the canine whine, followed by a sigh at the cry for help. He shakes his head, takes a deep breath and steps into the room, closing the door and locking them inside.
"What?"
Geirmárr
Another canine whine and the faint ‘flap-flap’ of fabric.
“I think I’m stuck.”
Freyr
Laughter echoes within the small room, seeping out, deep and resonant and masculine. It was also a little flabberghasted.
"How did.. you .. do that to yourself?"
Geirmárr
“Stop laughing and help me!”
Another whine, this one more human than the last.
“It hurts..”
Freyr
"Alright, alright, hang on."
The laughter is stifled.
The sound of rustling fabric.
"Hold still so I can get this off of you."
Geirmárr
A huff of frustration.
Uncontrolled giggles, some thumping.
“Hey stop! That tickles!”
Freyr
A faint human growl and another thump, this one heavier.
"Hold Still, stop wriggling so much and keep your voice down."
The rustling of fabric and finally the appearance of a shirt fluttering down against the floor, the sleeve's cuff peeking out beneath the door.
Geirmárr
A gasp, surprise and understanding.
“Ohh, so that’s how you do it!”
..
“Show me again?”
Freyr
A soft rustle of cloth can be heard and then a gentle little chuckle.
"Like this, here and here, give me your hands, I'll show you..."
Geirmárr
A slight grunt of frustration, before an exasperated sigh.
Another gasp, this one delightfully surprised
“I think I got it..”
Freyr
"Alright.. I'm gonna let you try it then."
His voice is soft, warm.
A faint movement heard.
"Show me..."
Geirmárr
“Like this?”
The voice is uncertain, soft.
“Am I doing it right?”
Freyr
"Mmmhmmm"
"That's right, take it slow and you won't get hurt again."
His own voice is soft, reassuring.
Geirmárr
“Okay but..”
A rustling again of fabric. The sound of a zipper.
“What about these?”
Freyr
"Those too."
"You have to take yours off first though."
The sound of movement, and from beneath the door, nimble hands can be seen undoing the laces of the work boots Geirmarr wears.
Geirmárr
More fabric rustling, and the feet slip out of the boots, the toes of one foot tucking into the arch of the other.
“Ow.. I can’t get it undone.”
Freyr
A sigh and the hands lift as the figure apparently rises.
"Alright, hold still."
....
"Fuck, I can't get it like this, turn around."
Geirmárr
Those bashful feet turn then, the old jeans dropping around ankles which kick them aside. Other pants are lowered into view and the feet step into them, before stepping back toward the others.
“Now what?”
Freyr
The other feet shuffle back behind the bare pair, Rustling cloth can be heard and then.. a small cough.
A deep breath is taken and a soft little hrm.
Finally there's a sigh and a shuffling sound.
Geirmárr
A yelp, then
“Your hands are cold!”
Freyr
A faint annoyed growl.
"Shh, don't be so noisy."
More shuffling, and then the sound of a zipper moving carefully.
Geirmárr
A whimper, and then a nervous whine, as bare feet curl and shift.
“Careful.. careful..”
Freyr
"Shhh.."
Came a soothing sound.
"I won't hurt you, just hold still."
Geirmárr
Another whimper, this one more uncertain.
“Stop.. please... it’s too tight..”
Freyr
"Alright."
More cloth shuffling and the pants fall back down around the bare feet.
"We'll try something different."
Geirmárr
Those are kicked to the side, and after some rustling and a thump, the feet turn back around and tuck into another pair of pants.
“Like this?”
Freyr
"Just like that.."
"Now you try it yourself, since my hands are cold."
A chuckle.
Geirmárr
A sigh and a another rustling, before the slow sound of a zipper.
“I like this better..”
A satisfied sound.
Freyr
"And you did it all on your own too."
He chuckles and a soft thump is heard.
Geirmárr
There is a sudden growl then, this one canine, and a step toward the other feet.
Freyr
He laughs and there's another thump, then a soft shhing sound and a gentle rustle.
"Shhh, it's just a reflection, it's okay, shh.."
Geirmárr
The growl is muffled and replaced by a soft whine, uncertain.
“I don’t understand..”
Freyr
"I know. It will take a little time, but I'm here and I'll take care of you."
He answers softly, continuing whatever is making that susurrous whisper noise.
"Shhh, it's okay."
Geirmárr
“Can we go home now?”
The question is barely more than a pleaded whisper.
Freyr
"Of course. We just have to get you dressed again."
Geirmárr
“Okay..”
The bare feet step away and there is more rustling of clothes, before the wolf boy clothed again in his borrowed clothes slips from the dressing room. He looks back in for Freyr, chewing at his lower lip.
The world felt suddenly very big and very frightening and he didn’t want to be part of it anymore.
Freyr
Clothing gathered up, all but a single pair of jeans, he moves to the counter to pay for all of it and the suit with his check card. Bags were presented, some of them given to Geirmarr to hold, others he kept.
The wolf is then taken home, as he requested.