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Fic - What Just Happened?
Title: What Just Happened?
Rating: T (for intoxication, less-than-clever words and actions, and crack!)
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Edmund, Susan/Caspian
Summary: After the final battle, celebrations are had and Susan has her first taste of a drunken night. Slight chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: If I owned Caspian or the Pevensies, I’m sure they would be in much worse shape than they are in now. So I own nada. Yeah.
A/N: Written for the Weekly Drabble Challenge 4 at susancaspian.![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
windswept_seas helped me with the ideas that are presented in this fic since the slap-happiness disease started to take over. But I love the disease!
Rating: T (for intoxication, less-than-clever words and actions, and crack!)
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Edmund, Susan/Caspian
Summary: After the final battle, celebrations are had and Susan has her first taste of a drunken night. Slight chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: If I owned Caspian or the Pevensies, I’m sure they would be in much worse shape than they are in now. So I own nada. Yeah.
A/N: Written for the Weekly Drabble Challenge 4 at susancaspian.
windswept_seas helped me with the ideas that are presented in this fic since the slap-happiness disease started to take over. But I love the disease!His dark eyes reflected the firelight as the celebrations continued around him. Fauns jovially danced around the great bonfire, while singing loudly. Not nearly as close to the fire, a group of centaurs huddled together and pointed to the sky, undoubtedly discussing what the stars meant, but with an excitement seen in the way they pranced. All around, groups of countless Creatures drank and laughed their victory from earlier still freshly flowing in their veins.
But Caspian really only focused on the woman across the fire from him. He watched throughout the night as wine and ale was passed amongst the army and when she saw wine come her way, she waved her arms to get the bearer’s attention. The fire grew stronger and hotter, and she leaned more toward her left, appearing as if she’d topple over at any moment.
Shaking his head and gently smiling to himself at Susan’s rapidly decreasing sobriety, Caspian stood up and made his winding way to the other side of the fire, politely declining an ale-bearer with a short wave of his hand. Reaching her seat on the log, he gently straightened her leaning body and sat down beside her.
Susan rapidly blinked a few times and looked to her left. “Caspian!” Her voice rang out loudly and with a hint of a slur. “Jolly good victory today. Pleasure fightin’ beside you.” She took a sloppy drink from her mug, clearly enjoying the taste of the wine.
Caspian’s smile widened. “I return the sentiments whole-heartedly, my Queen.”
“Is it just me, or is it hot in here? Hold, please.” Susan shoved the mug in Caspian’s hands and immediately set to putting her hair up. How it took itself down, Caspian wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t argue with logic, or lack of it, while humoring the Queen.
Satisfied with her job, Susan made grabbing motions with her hands toward Caspian’s own. Chuckling, he handed over the wanted possession. “Where’s Lu?” Susan asked him, suddenly.
“Aslan walked her back up to the castle so she could go to sleep.” Caspian watched for a reaction.
Susan scrunched up her face, as if figuring out what the words truly meant. “Jolly good,” she finally answered with an over-dramatic nod. “I wouldn’t want her to see her older, responsible sister like this.”
Caspian laughed. “Everyone needs to loosen up sometimes; even the responsible.”
Susan snorted into her wine. “Peter should listen to your advice. He’s always, ‘High King this’ and ‘High King that’. Really bloody annoying, that’s what he is.”
“From what I learned of the High King-“ Susan gave him the sternest look she could muster, “-Sorry, your brother, he proved to be a great and fair ruler.”
Susan poked Caspian in the chest, face still attempting to be serious. “Bet they never told you ‘bout the times he poured freezing water on me and Lucy one morning to convince us that sleeping in was bad. Or that time he tickled me just so he could get to the kitchens first and steal more cookies.” She slurped more wine, some spilling on her, but she didn’t seem to notice.
Caspian raised an eyebrow. “So you are ticklish?”
“As your Queen I order you to forget this information right now.” She poked him again, leaning more heavily into him. “Or I will have Peter defend my honor with his…sword!” She quickly pointed to the sword hanging at Caspian’s hip. However, with this sudden excitement, Susan found herself lying across his lap, her arm holding the mug sticking out, making sure the contents did not spill.
Once Susan realized the situation, she began to giggle loudly, which erupted into snorting. This only amused her more, and the giggling and snorting grew in volume and intensity. Caspian even found himself laughing at her predicament and helped her sit up again. “As you wish, my Queen, I will forget everything. At least for tonight.”
“Aw, Caspian, that’s so sweet. But if you tickle me in the morning, I will hunt you down and…and…tickle you back!” Susan sipped more wine. Then, remembering her manners, she held the mug back to Caspian. “Do you want some? I haven’t seen you drink this entire time.”
He took the drink from her. “Only if you insist.”
“I do.” At that moment, they heard a sound that didn’t seem to belong in Narnia. Looking behind them, Susan with drooping eyes and Caspian with the mug to his lips, they saw Edmund dancing with an invisible partner while obnoxiously singing, “Dada da dee da, dada da dee daa, dada da dee da, dada da dee daa…”
“In The Mood!” Susan jumped up, to the best of her abilities, and dragged Caspian from his seat. He barely had a moment to set down the mug. “Dance with me,” she anounced, with an air of melodramatic authority. So, with Edmund’s off-key singing and Susan’s off-balance footing, Caspian found himself laughing more than he had in a long while.
And then Peter appeared. “Good Caspian, dare I ask what your intentions are with my sister?” He nearly stumbled as he approached the two.
“In his defense, Peter,” Susan began pointedly, “I dragged him up.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh, Caspian!”
That glint in her eyes began to worry Caspian.
“Peter has a sword, too!” She brought her hands up to her mouth and giggled like a girl on Christmas morning.
Peter looked down to his hip, realizing for the first time that night that he truly did have a sword. “Yes! And I shall fight you, Caspian, to regain my sister’s honor!” He rested his hand on his sword, seemingly true to his word.
“Caspian,” Susan whispered loudly, thinking no one else could hear her, “will you fight to defend my honor?” She wrapped her arms around his. “Please?”
He looked down at the unbalanced woman and then at her equally unsteady brother. Both seemed eager to see a duel played out and Caspian played the part of the deciding factor. After a moment, he decided. “I will defend Queen Susan’s honor, but only if you, High King Peter, agree from henceforth, not to constantly justify your actions with the excuse of your station, as it greatly distresses the Gentle Queen.”
Peter rubbed at his chin, feigning deep thought. “It is tempting to deny, but my sister’s honor will not stand to be slighted!”
Caspian bowed his head. “Then it is decided. We shall duel over Lady Susan’s honor.”
“Oh, how terribly exciting.” Susan leaned into Caspian more. “I’ve never felt more important!”
“Ed!” Peter yelled, interrupting the imaginary dance his brother still continued. “There is to be a duel. Find a space for us.”
Ed took a moment for the order to make sense in his befuddled head. “Oh. More violence. And after an already violent day.” He mumbled. “Honestly, you lot are pathetic…” He walked off, not completing his ordered task.
Peter sighed. “All my fun, ruined.”
Caspian chuckled again and scratched the side of his nose. “How about that neighboring field?” He pointed off toward an uninhabited patch of green.
Both Susan and Peter squinted in the direction Caspian indicated. “But…it’s so far away from an audience,” Peter complained.
“Then we won’t go quite that far away.” Caspian couldn’t help being amused.
Peter took a couple staggering steps backward, still squinting. “But…why here? Or there, rather? Or…wherever it is?” He scratched his head, inadvertently mussing his hair.
“Because it’s a field.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Caspian smiled. “At least in a field you will be able to flail about in all of your drunken majesty without worrying about dispatching any of your loyal subjects in your moment of glory.”
Peter scratched his head again before glaring at Caspian. “High Kings do not get drunk. And especially not in fields.”
“Peter, you’re doing it again.” Susan pouted into Caspian’s shoulder. “You swore.”
“The Lady is correct, I fear.” Caspian watched Peter’s face fall. “Therefore, the duel is called off.” He reached out to clasp Peter’s shoulder and said tragically, “I am sorry.”
‘Tis a pity, for a moment I felt awfully loved.” Susan began to swagger back to the bonfire, but found herself still attached to Caspian’s arm. She giggled when she realized this fact.
Caspian looked at Peter who was beginning to wave the whole ordeal off. He smiled, the family atmosphere very foreign, but very dear, to him. “I assure you, my Queen, you are always loved by those around you. " He gently kissed the crown of Susan’s head as Peter walked back to the castle for the night. “Especially by your family and closest friends.”
“Would you always fight for my honor, Caspian?” Susan lifted her head to look into his eyes, although hers were ready to fall closed.
He smiled down at her. “Always, Queen Susan.” He covered her hands with his free one and began to walk back toward the bonfire, and ultimately the castle. “And if you ever ask it of me, I would proudly proclaim myself your champion.”
Susan giggled, but then yawned. “Oh my. I could sleep right here, right now.”
“Your body would not appreciate it in the morning. At this point, your body will not appreciate much. We need to get you some water and bread and sleep. And pray you will not ache when you wake.” They slowly trudged back to the castle, Susan grateful for the support and Caspian for the enjoyable night.
Edmund watched the three return home, head tilted to one side. “By Aslan’s mane, what just happened?”
But Caspian really only focused on the woman across the fire from him. He watched throughout the night as wine and ale was passed amongst the army and when she saw wine come her way, she waved her arms to get the bearer’s attention. The fire grew stronger and hotter, and she leaned more toward her left, appearing as if she’d topple over at any moment.
Shaking his head and gently smiling to himself at Susan’s rapidly decreasing sobriety, Caspian stood up and made his winding way to the other side of the fire, politely declining an ale-bearer with a short wave of his hand. Reaching her seat on the log, he gently straightened her leaning body and sat down beside her.
Susan rapidly blinked a few times and looked to her left. “Caspian!” Her voice rang out loudly and with a hint of a slur. “Jolly good victory today. Pleasure fightin’ beside you.” She took a sloppy drink from her mug, clearly enjoying the taste of the wine.
Caspian’s smile widened. “I return the sentiments whole-heartedly, my Queen.”
“Is it just me, or is it hot in here? Hold, please.” Susan shoved the mug in Caspian’s hands and immediately set to putting her hair up. How it took itself down, Caspian wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t argue with logic, or lack of it, while humoring the Queen.
Satisfied with her job, Susan made grabbing motions with her hands toward Caspian’s own. Chuckling, he handed over the wanted possession. “Where’s Lu?” Susan asked him, suddenly.
“Aslan walked her back up to the castle so she could go to sleep.” Caspian watched for a reaction.
Susan scrunched up her face, as if figuring out what the words truly meant. “Jolly good,” she finally answered with an over-dramatic nod. “I wouldn’t want her to see her older, responsible sister like this.”
Caspian laughed. “Everyone needs to loosen up sometimes; even the responsible.”
Susan snorted into her wine. “Peter should listen to your advice. He’s always, ‘High King this’ and ‘High King that’. Really bloody annoying, that’s what he is.”
“From what I learned of the High King-“ Susan gave him the sternest look she could muster, “-Sorry, your brother, he proved to be a great and fair ruler.”
Susan poked Caspian in the chest, face still attempting to be serious. “Bet they never told you ‘bout the times he poured freezing water on me and Lucy one morning to convince us that sleeping in was bad. Or that time he tickled me just so he could get to the kitchens first and steal more cookies.” She slurped more wine, some spilling on her, but she didn’t seem to notice.
Caspian raised an eyebrow. “So you are ticklish?”
“As your Queen I order you to forget this information right now.” She poked him again, leaning more heavily into him. “Or I will have Peter defend my honor with his…sword!” She quickly pointed to the sword hanging at Caspian’s hip. However, with this sudden excitement, Susan found herself lying across his lap, her arm holding the mug sticking out, making sure the contents did not spill.
Once Susan realized the situation, she began to giggle loudly, which erupted into snorting. This only amused her more, and the giggling and snorting grew in volume and intensity. Caspian even found himself laughing at her predicament and helped her sit up again. “As you wish, my Queen, I will forget everything. At least for tonight.”
“Aw, Caspian, that’s so sweet. But if you tickle me in the morning, I will hunt you down and…and…tickle you back!” Susan sipped more wine. Then, remembering her manners, she held the mug back to Caspian. “Do you want some? I haven’t seen you drink this entire time.”
He took the drink from her. “Only if you insist.”
“I do.” At that moment, they heard a sound that didn’t seem to belong in Narnia. Looking behind them, Susan with drooping eyes and Caspian with the mug to his lips, they saw Edmund dancing with an invisible partner while obnoxiously singing, “Dada da dee da, dada da dee daa, dada da dee da, dada da dee daa…”
“In The Mood!” Susan jumped up, to the best of her abilities, and dragged Caspian from his seat. He barely had a moment to set down the mug. “Dance with me,” she anounced, with an air of melodramatic authority. So, with Edmund’s off-key singing and Susan’s off-balance footing, Caspian found himself laughing more than he had in a long while.
And then Peter appeared. “Good Caspian, dare I ask what your intentions are with my sister?” He nearly stumbled as he approached the two.
“In his defense, Peter,” Susan began pointedly, “I dragged him up.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh, Caspian!”
That glint in her eyes began to worry Caspian.
“Peter has a sword, too!” She brought her hands up to her mouth and giggled like a girl on Christmas morning.
Peter looked down to his hip, realizing for the first time that night that he truly did have a sword. “Yes! And I shall fight you, Caspian, to regain my sister’s honor!” He rested his hand on his sword, seemingly true to his word.
“Caspian,” Susan whispered loudly, thinking no one else could hear her, “will you fight to defend my honor?” She wrapped her arms around his. “Please?”
He looked down at the unbalanced woman and then at her equally unsteady brother. Both seemed eager to see a duel played out and Caspian played the part of the deciding factor. After a moment, he decided. “I will defend Queen Susan’s honor, but only if you, High King Peter, agree from henceforth, not to constantly justify your actions with the excuse of your station, as it greatly distresses the Gentle Queen.”
Peter rubbed at his chin, feigning deep thought. “It is tempting to deny, but my sister’s honor will not stand to be slighted!”
Caspian bowed his head. “Then it is decided. We shall duel over Lady Susan’s honor.”
“Oh, how terribly exciting.” Susan leaned into Caspian more. “I’ve never felt more important!”
“Ed!” Peter yelled, interrupting the imaginary dance his brother still continued. “There is to be a duel. Find a space for us.”
Ed took a moment for the order to make sense in his befuddled head. “Oh. More violence. And after an already violent day.” He mumbled. “Honestly, you lot are pathetic…” He walked off, not completing his ordered task.
Peter sighed. “All my fun, ruined.”
Caspian chuckled again and scratched the side of his nose. “How about that neighboring field?” He pointed off toward an uninhabited patch of green.
Both Susan and Peter squinted in the direction Caspian indicated. “But…it’s so far away from an audience,” Peter complained.
“Then we won’t go quite that far away.” Caspian couldn’t help being amused.
Peter took a couple staggering steps backward, still squinting. “But…why here? Or there, rather? Or…wherever it is?” He scratched his head, inadvertently mussing his hair.
“Because it’s a field.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Caspian smiled. “At least in a field you will be able to flail about in all of your drunken majesty without worrying about dispatching any of your loyal subjects in your moment of glory.”
Peter scratched his head again before glaring at Caspian. “High Kings do not get drunk. And especially not in fields.”
“Peter, you’re doing it again.” Susan pouted into Caspian’s shoulder. “You swore.”
“The Lady is correct, I fear.” Caspian watched Peter’s face fall. “Therefore, the duel is called off.” He reached out to clasp Peter’s shoulder and said tragically, “I am sorry.”
‘Tis a pity, for a moment I felt awfully loved.” Susan began to swagger back to the bonfire, but found herself still attached to Caspian’s arm. She giggled when she realized this fact.
Caspian looked at Peter who was beginning to wave the whole ordeal off. He smiled, the family atmosphere very foreign, but very dear, to him. “I assure you, my Queen, you are always loved by those around you. " He gently kissed the crown of Susan’s head as Peter walked back to the castle for the night. “Especially by your family and closest friends.”
“Would you always fight for my honor, Caspian?” Susan lifted her head to look into his eyes, although hers were ready to fall closed.
He smiled down at her. “Always, Queen Susan.” He covered her hands with his free one and began to walk back toward the bonfire, and ultimately the castle. “And if you ever ask it of me, I would proudly proclaim myself your champion.”
Susan giggled, but then yawned. “Oh my. I could sleep right here, right now.”
“Your body would not appreciate it in the morning. At this point, your body will not appreciate much. We need to get you some water and bread and sleep. And pray you will not ache when you wake.” They slowly trudged back to the castle, Susan grateful for the support and Caspian for the enjoyable night.
Edmund watched the three return home, head tilted to one side. “By Aslan’s mane, what just happened?”