Since today is Thanksgiving, I decided to do a one-shot on the Guardians having a feast to celebrate. This might be a little short, so sorry in advance.
Thanksgiving. A holiday that hadn't been around when Jack was "alive", but once it started to be celebrated, Jack really started to enjoy the festivities every year. He would watch children make little hand turkeys, see a father carving the turkey, people even threw parties every now and again. A time to celebrate their forefathers, to enjoy some good food, be with friends and family.
He never thought he'd have his own family to celebrate with.
Nor did North, for that matter. The Guardians all came from different countries/planets, so none of them really got that into the traditional American holidays. North, while Russian, adored them all and had always wanted to have someone to enjoy them with.
So when Jack had asked if they could do something to honor the occasion, North had been nothing but quick in his response.
They were to have a dinner, just the two of them. And Jack couldn't wait.
"You're serious? The word for turkey in Russian is turtsiya?" Jack asked in bewilderment. North laughed and nodded, raising his mug and bumping it against Jack's. (Since Jack is an immortal child, his drink is root beer while North's is whiskey.)
"Of course! You know, I could teach you Russian. Would be very useful," North offered. "Though, it might be a bit hard."
"I can do it. Means if we talked in Russian, Bunny would get mad he couldn't understand," Jack smirked, thinking of many, many, ways this could work for his advantage. North wondered if he should allow this, then thought of the look on Bunny's face and decided it would be a very good idea.
"Indeed, he would. Pass the gravy, would you?"
"This was awesome! Can we do it again next year?" Jack asked as he and North put the dishes away, preparing for bed. North smiled as he gave Jack a quick hug and then began to pull away.
"Of course we can, my boy-" North was cut off by Jack gripping onto him tighter, as though he wanted...nay, needed the reassurance. This once again made North painfully aware of how long three-hundred years could be to a child with no family. "There, there. We'll do it every year. Perhaps we shall even convince the others to join us."
Jack let go, somewhat reluctantly, and ducked his head in embarrassment. North placed a hand on his shoulder and walked his young son towards his room. Jack opened the door, but turned his head to take one last look at North.
"Get some sleep, son."
"Will do, Dad. Goodnight," Jack replied as he went and plopped down on his bed. North shook his head in amusement before heading towards his own resting chambers.
There was one thing for sure: the Guardians would be celebrating holidays with Jack for many years to come. That's what family does, afterall.
AN: Told ya it was short. But I hope all of you have a very happy Thanksgiving. Until next time, Kitkat out! *Btw if you are interested in Magnus Chase, you should check out Jade's, aka Reader4ever1, new story Campfire Heart.*