Spar Twenty-One: In which I cannot find any sufficient late update excuse, OR Expecting.
Summary: In which Mia successfully breaks Ike.
Theme for improvement: …there isn't really one this time.
Four hours ago, Ike had killed a goddess.
Now, the three armies were having what could barely be described as a victory feast on top of the tower of guidance. Soren had made an off-hand comment about desecration, but that only served to get him thrown off the tower by Skrimir. Thankfully, a low-flying Janaff had caught him, but now the laguz was rocking back and forth in the corner.
"…can't sleep…Beorc will fall on me…can't sleep…Beorc will fall on me…"
Ike smirked. That image would stay with him forever. Micaihah sent him yet another death glare, and he decided to respond this time. Sothe applied palm to face and became increasingly absorbed in his food.
He could have sworn he heard him muttering something about 'not getting involved' and 'please don't get into a fight, I'm sure the populace want the tower in one piece…'
That comment, if he heard it right, was met by another death glare, directed at Sothe this time, and he shrunk into a corner and mumbled something that vaguely sounded like 'yes, dear.'
Ike sighed and reclined slightly. Despite the food – thank god for Oscar and assorted others – this 'victory feast' had been kind of boring, so far. Just speech after speech after speech…Bastian had tried to make him say one, but reconsidered after seeing his responding glare, that was now being classified as his 'Screw-off-I-killed-a-goddess-you-would-be-easier' glare.
He sighed as yet another person got up to say their speech.
"…what's Mia going to say?" Boyd muttered from next to him. Ike's attention became riveted fully on Mia's seat. He hadn't caught the start of the announcement, but he did catch the last bit.
"Well, I, um, I'm glad you all fought with us earlier." Mia started. Mist gave her what could only be described as a 'get-on-with-it' glare, that was punctuated by a flying cat laguz from Skirmir's general direction. "Okay, I'll get it over with, sheesh-"
She ducked another and put her hand on her sword. "DO YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE?"
Skrimir stopped throwing his underlings and stopped complaining. Now, everyone was quiet. Mia was freaking scary when she got angry.
"Right, as I was saying, I'll get this over with quickly. Anyway, due to the fact we aren't exactly subtle, most of you have figured out that Ike and I are something of an item now."
The ones that didn't know that turned simultaneously, while the rest just snickered. Ike attempted to dissolve into his seat. It wasn't working. He reached for Ragnell.
That got rid of their attention.
"Anyway, again, not subtle about it, but we had a few…" Mia searched her vocabulary for multiple seconds, tapping her chin. Skrimir ran out of patience.
"NIGHTLY ENCOUNTERS?" He roared up at her, before he shrunk away, the rather accurately thrown Alondite vibrating in his chair, just above his shoulder.
"CUT ME OFF AGAIN! SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" Mia yelled, obviously pissed. Skrimir nodded meekly and attempted to hide under the table. Ranulf pulled him back out again.
"Anyway, well, long story short…" Mia took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."
There was a long, awkward silence. The room as one turned to Ike, who was completely frozen. Boyd reached out and tapped his forehead, causing the hero to fall off his bench. Boyd sighed.
"Well, you broke the father." He said camly. Mia leant over him.
"Ike?"
Ike woke up again a few seconds later, blinking foolishly.
"…I'm gonna be a father?" He asked slowly. Mia nodded nervously.
The hall almost universally erupted into cheers, with the exceptions of fangirls, the unconscious laguz Skrimir had used as projectiles, and the far too drunk to do anything.