Heeeyy mates! Jup, another short one! Enjoy and SMILE!
Chapter 2: „Tackie" and „Cuddle Bunny"
Bunnymund sped through the tunnel to the Pole for the third time this day – two months before Easter, but never mind – to attain to their meeting again. At least his Warren hadn't been frozen over. It was beyond Asters comprehension why the winter spirit always had to freeze over his dye rivers and lakes every single time he came there.
In fact, the intactness of his home left him in a good enough mood to be prepared for whatever would occur on their meeting. But he didn't know that wasn't prepared to what really would be coming.
The chaos he was met with, as he entered the main door of North's place, was unbelievable even for that place. The elves were aimlessly running around, apparently high on sugar by the look in their eyes, breaking everything they could get a hold on. Meanwhile the Yetis tried to either capture them or protect the toys they had worked on. North and the other guardians were nowhere to be seen.
Bunnymund's mouth fell agape at the sight, but his surprised complexion soon enough made room for an angered one.
"Frost!" he growled lowly and took in the scent of the youngest guardian. If there was such a mess, he had to be close.
Finally he had tracked it down to North's office, which he entered in a haze, but he froze in the entrance. Why was there a strange surprise every time he got through a door at the Pole?
He couldn't spot Jack anywhere, but North was on his knees, peeking under his working table and spoke in a reassuring, surprisingly soft voice.
"Come out, boy! I am not going za hurrt you!"
Startled, Bunnymund registered that only a frightened, high pitched whine responded the jolly man. The Jack Frost he knew doesn't whine in such manner, ever, so who was hiding under there?
"Um, North?" he coughed insecurely.
"Aster! Good you arre heerr, we have prroblem! Pitch attacked Jack and now Jack iz shrrunk. And afraid of big man wit za bearrds, we zink…" North boomed, causing another whimper from under the table.
"Wait, what?" the pooka stammered. Pitch was back? And Jack was shrunken?!
"Come overr heerr! Maybe you arre morre lucky!" the huge Russian said while getting up.
In a few steps he had reached Bunnymund and dragged the startled guardian over. They exchanged a look, before North left.
After he took a deep breath, Aster lowered himself cautiously on his knees and peeked under the working table.
There he was, the mischievous spirit of winter himself, but definitely smaller than before. He was curled up in a ball, big blue eyes widely looked at the pooka, as if his fear was already disappearing.
"Hey there, lil' ankle-biter! Why don't cha come outta there?" Bunnymund asked softly with a tiny smile. He couldn't resist children, even when they usually were rather annoying teen winter spirits.
In a whim the scared child jumped onto the surprised Easter Bunny, shouting: "Cuddle Bunny!"
"Woah, woah, easy, mate! Slow it! All's fine!" he tried to calm the toddler. If Jack just had been shrunken, why would he hide from North and cuddle Bunnymund of all of the people? Something was really off here.
"Me name's not mate! Me's Tackie!" the boy beamed, happily holding onto the pooka.
"Okay, now ya freakin' me out, mate!" he replied.
"No, it's Tackie!" the smaller giggled.
Bunnymund sighed. "Alright, Jackie. Ya know what's goin' on here?"
Jack leaned closer and whispered confidently : "Tackie gave elvies cookies, but he s'ouldn't, and elvies got c'azy and big bea'dy man got loud, so Tackie got sca'ed and hid unda da table. Big bea'dy mans a'e sca'y, don'tsa sink, Bunny?"
Bunnymund almost had to laugh at the behavior of the boy, but first he had to make sure he had understood everything right.
"Okay, Jackie, let's put this straight: Ya gave da elves cookies and North yelled at ya for it, right?"
Jack lowered his head. "Cuddle Bunny' s mad at Tackie, too?"
"Nah, 's alright. Just don' do it again, alright?" Bunnymund simply couldn't stay his usual grumpy with children around. "Come on, let's look fer North, I need ter talk ta him 'bout yelling at kids."
The small boy giggled and cuddled more into the pookas soft fur. Apparently he wouldn't let go anytime soon.