Chapter Summary: Hungary, Sweden, Finland, and Poland make a deal with the incubi France and Canada in order to buy time. But can even a pair of demons handle the possessed Norway?
Ch. 25: Show Me Your Teeth
October 31, 9:30 PM
When they finally finish bandaging Sweden's hand, Finland is over his shock and Hungary has found a little cup to fill with water. Quietly, they make their way up the stairs and shut the door to the basement, jamming Sweden's severed stone pinkie into the lock.
When they turn around, Finland nearly shrieks in surprise. The incubi are right by the basement door where Hungary left them, still posed in lecherous reaching. They have horns and wings, just as Poland said, as well as pointed tails. And they look a hell of a lot like France and Canada.
"Why am I not surprised? I mean, other than the foresight thing," Poland says from Sweden's back. He'd tried walking and failed by the time they reached the bottom of the steps, so the troll has him in a fireman's carry that leaves Sweden's injured hand free. Poland has to admit he's impressed, if a little unnerved, by the glares Finland is sending his way.
Finland himself is rather unnerved in general, and half-wonders if Poland's the one he should be jealous of. "Just wake them up already," he demands.
Hungary grins, pouring the water over the demonic pair. France splutters and hisses, steam rising from his body. Frozen demons are never happy, since their temperature is usually very high. He raises his claws and growls and Hungary, just in case she has more of that powder. "Stay back, or I'll go to Roderick and suck him dry! And I mean that in every sense of the term."
"As if you haven't tried," Hungary snaps. The pair snarl, extending their claws, so she raises her hands in defense. "Wait! I come in peace!"
"Oh, really?" Canada hisses. "Because we're not feeling very peaceful."
"Stop fighting!" Sweden growls. His voice sounds so menacing that everyone turns to stare at him instead. He blushes a little. "I mean...s'bigger problems. We need t'work together."
"Right!" says Poland. "You two need to screw Norway!"
France raises an eyebrow. "That was the plan, actually. Until someone got in our way."
"We're serious!" Hungary replies. "We need you to distract him for at least a few hours. Possibly days."
Canada pauses and glances at France, eyebrows raised in surprise. Well, now. A witch begging an incubus to have sex with someone? That never happens. Better milk it for all it's worth. "Well... I don't know how we could, with the way we've been treated."
France almost smirks; look at his little prodigy, coming up with clever plans. "Oh, too true," he adds. "To freeze us that way was dreadfully cruel; cools the fire in our blood, you know."
"Fine," Hungary snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"
Canada thinks for a moment, then says, "I want space in your dreams. For a year."
"I would take the same, but that would leave you in a sorry state. Convince dear Roderick to let me have a space in his dreams instead. No...wait." France shakes his head; this is the chance to solve a larger problem, and perhaps to end years of trouble for himself, England, Canada, and America. "We need more than one vict- volunteer. We need people willing to let us into their dreams, every once in a while, so that this," he tugs on Canada's tail, "does not happen, and no one is drained."
Sweden raises an eyebrow. That sounds...very reasonable. How strange. However, there's no way he wants a couple of incubi invading his wife's dreams, and he is fairly certain the Finland would not want him to volunteer either. "Y're gonna have t'ask someone else."
"Well someone will have to vouch for us, at least," France replies.
"Fine. Fine," Hungary sighs, slightly annoyed at the prospect of letting her energy be drained, yet also amused that it might be drained so pleasurably. "We'll work it out later; start a rotation or something. Maybe a calendar."
"Done," says Canada, his tail twitching happily. "Now. Where's our... friend?"
"Here."
Poland groans. "Please tell me that's a different friend."
Unfortunately, they all turn to find Norway standing in the hallway, the wolf-form of Belarus at his side. He pets her ears and smiles. "She did not want to play with the others. I thought she might like to play with you instead."
Hungary pales and takes a step back. That bitch is not one to mess with, in either form. She's running very low on freeze-powder, but she may have enough to get away.
Finland moves in front to defend her, but Canada moves faster, taking long strides toward Norway. When he gets close enough, he reaches out and touches the god's cheek, blowing pheromones into his face. "Fuck me."
That's all he needs to say, really. Every other creature in the room is now utterly entranced.
France follows, grinning and lacing his voice with charm. "We came just to see you, cheri, and we are aching. We can feel your power; give us a taste, non?"
While Canada and France circle their prey, Sweden leans close to Hungary and Finland. The pain in his hand and the sheer hard-headed nature of trolls protect him some from the demons' spell. "We need t'go, soon as they're…ah…y'know."
"... Huh?" Finland blinks, looking up at his husband after a moment of being hypnotized. "Right! Right. Um. Yeah." He takes Sweden's free arm, trying not to stare at the incubi.
Hungary, however, is blatantly staring. "Holy fuck, I'm actually wet right now," the witch whispers under her breath.
Poland is practically drooling on Sweden's shoulder, and he's pretty sure his hard-on is pressing into the troll's neck. "Whoa. So, totally count me in as a volunteer or whatever. Liet won't mind, as long as he gets to join in."
Norway chuckles. He trails his fingers down France's back until he reaches the tail and gives it a vicious tug. "How sweet. I must admit you are very good at this. It has been a while since I indulged in such pursuits. Though I see my pets have broken out of their cages; I am going to have to punish them."
France groans into his ear, his forked tongue darting out to trace the shell of it. "Punish us instead. We can help you punish them later, and everyone will have a wonderful time!"
"Please?" Canada begs, stroking his hand down Norway's strong chest. "I've been aching for a good punishment all day."
"Oh, yes please," Hungary whispers, then claps her hand over her mouth. Sweden's right, they need to stop watching this. But it feels impossible to look away.
"Guys, I have an idea," says Poland. "You just put me down wherever they're gonna do it, and I'll keep an eye on things. Possibly help out, too. If they-"
Sweden accidentally conveniently jostles Poland's leg, effectively breaking Poland free from the incubi's spell. The ear full of curses is well worth it.
"I promise, it'll be worth your while," Canada continues. "I'll bet Denmark doesn't give it to you half as good as we would."
Norway snorts. "The imp? Well..." There's a protest from deep inside his mind. Oh? So he does give it to you? Lukas seethes, and Loki laughs out loud. Ruining relationships is one of his favorite hobbies. "How can I say no to that? I've never fucked one incubi before, let alone two. That seems a terrible thing to leave off an otherwise impressive resume."
"Mmm, it'd be such a waste," Canada purrs, leaning over to kiss France on the mouth and give Norway a show. Who could resist such a sight? He can smell the room full of arousal from here. He slides his hand down, fondling France's crotch. "Do you really want to miss your chance at this?" He breathes, licking his slick lips.
Norway smiles, takes their hands, and guides the pair into the very room where Mattias last made love to Lukas. This is going to be more fun than he thought. He snaps his fingers at the wolf. "Belarus. Be a dear and encourage Denmark to look in the window. We can leave the light on."
The wolf snaps at everyone else in the room, then turns back outside. The door to the den closes, cutting off the strength of the incubi's pheromones.
Hungary sighs with relief, shaking her head in an attempt to clear it. "Okay," she says. "Okay - I think we need to get another witch here. Pronto."
"... Huh?" Finland blinks.
"Look, we need something to evict a bad god from our world. I'm just one little witch, and my power is weak as anything right now." She shrugs. "I need help."
"Who else is a witch?" asks Poland.
"S'no one else available. Norge said England was drained, and Romania's gotten stuck somewhere – again," Sweden replies. "S'the reason we all go t'Norge for help these days."
"Fuck." Hungary curses as she paces away from the group. "We need something. There has to be something that can get this thing out of Luk's body." She pauses, turning to Sweden. "Where's he keep his altar?"
"Don't know," Sweden replies. "S'private, haven't seen it in more than a hundred years. Mattias might know."
The howl of a wolf echoes through the night. Hungary sighs. "I guess we'll need some wolfsbane and a ladder, then. And when they're angry, there's only so much wolfsbane can do."
"Not necessarily," says Poland. "Not that I really want to play bait, but they seemed to think I was tasty. Besides, I'm supposed to be, like, one of them now, right? Maybe I can talk to them."
"Are you kidding?" Finland asks, raising his eyebrows. "Are you looking to get ripped to shreds? You'll-"
He's cut off by the sound of a loud, lusty moan from the den, then a rather inhuman shriek and a laugh that sounds like something out of a horror movie. They all look at one another, then at the door, silently deliberating the wisdom of a rescue operation. There's another shriek, and suddenly a twisted set of talons that do not belong to the incubi impale themselves through the door.
"Ok, time to go," says Poland. "I mean...let us not waste the brave sacrifice of our friends. Giddyup, Bernie!" He smacks Sweden's arm.
Sweden's eyebrow twitches in a way that normally indicates those under his gaze should run. "Call me horsey and I'll drop y'."