Annoying Jareth
66 - Kinky
It was one of those mornings were our fair king just couldn't seem to get a break. Breakfast was late, one of his socks had a hole in it and he tripped on his way to the throne room. Now his riding crop was missing. He couldn't find it anywhere. Well he had a good idea where it might be but he was rather terrified about what that thing might be doing with it. He shuddered as said thought floated through his head and cursed his mind for betraying him. He decided, considering his luck so far, it would be best to leave it. He found this to be a familiar routine, and wondered if the Creature had actually beaten him. He scoffed at the idea and completely ignored his own advice, stalking off to find where the little beast was hiding.
He found it much quicker than he had expected to. Actually he found the Creature pretty much immediately as it was standing just outside the throne room, crop in hand. It cracked it into its own palm and Jareth winced slightly; that had to have hurt. It was weighing it appreciatively in its hand and the king thought it may be best just to leave. Now.
"Pretty good" the Creature said to no one in particular, then gave him a sly grin. "Bit of an odd thing to have though".
Jareth fumed. "There is nothing odd about having a riding crop!" he stated indignantly.
The Creature snorted, "Yea if you have a horse".
Jareth opened his mouth to reply and shut it again. He stared at it for a moment before saying, rather quietly, "I have a horse".
The Creatures eyes widened, as did its grin. "Really?! Where?"
Jareth shuffled a little. "It… Fell into the bog of eternal stench".
Then stared at one another for a moment before the Creature roared with laughter. The king rolled his eyes. Jareth decided it was time to make his escape as the Creature dissolved into a fit of giggles. He quickly plucked the riding crop from it and went back to the throne room. He really didn't have time for this. He had a kingdom to look after and it felt like it had been a very long time since he'd managed to entrap anyone in the labyrinth. He was starting to worry that siblings actually liked each other now.
It was hard to focus with the periodic manic giggling. Even the goblins looked a little disturbed. Jareth finally snapped, once again fed up with the Creatures shenanigans.
"Would you stop that infernal tittering. Yes I have a riding crop and no, I no longer have a horse." the Creature stopped immediately. "I happened to like the riding crop and I intend to keep it." Jareth glowered as he could see the Creature attempting to keep a straight face. "It is part of my outfit and I do not care what a thing like you thinks about that!"
The Creature pulled itself together and nodded. "Fine, fine. No one should ever let someone else dictate to them about how they should look" Jareth was taken aback. It was a rather astute thought from the Creature.
"That… IsIs very true" he said shrewdly, looking down on it as it appeared to cringe. He clocked an eyebrow and sighed. "What now?"
The Creature was slowly backing away. "It does go well with your outfit, your majesty, but you may want to think about what you're doing with it." it gestured to him.
Jareth hmmed and looked down. He'd been absent mindedly tapping it into his hand. He shrugged and looked back up to see the Creature turning.
"Kinky" was the last thing he heard as it suddenly took off. It was the last word anyone in the damn kingdom heard as it reverberated off the stone walls. Jareth swore he still heard the word in his sleep, and then swore he'd kill the damn thing when he found it whispering the word from under his bed.
A/N - sorry this is so short. I really couldn't think about this one without getting a little too weird.