A Power Series Scene

Got an idea in my head. This is what spawned from it.

Note The characters in this scene aren't ones that have been introduced in the series, as of yet.

I'm not certain if it will be in book four. But I like it so I thought I would post it.

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Traditions had a meaning and Puck had a fetish. Kilts.

If it wasn't for losing the bet to Modi, this never would have occurred.

It was plaid and hideous.

Zeke would kill Puck for putting this idea into the Viking god's head.

“Kilts are fantastic.” Sam said from his place on the ground. “You can see everything.”

Zeke squeaked, took a step back, got caught by Sam's hand and promptly fell backwards.

“This view is nice too.” Sam as he raised his head a fraction. Snapping his fingers, pointing a finger upward, he continued. “Get on all fours and it would be perfect.”

“You’re a creep.” Zeke said in a non-judging manner. It was just truth. Sam was a pervert, but he was also Zeke’s best friend.

“Yeah, and you have a nice ass. Why is it that we never thought to put you in a kilt before this?”

“Because I don’t wear no skirts.” Zeke stood and crossed his arms. A slow, painful death. Yes, that sounded just lovely.

“It’s not a skirt, it’s a kilt.” Modi said defensively. Using his thumb as a guide to himself, and to add weight to his words, the Viking King continued. “I wanted you in a miniskirt.”

“I would have second that motion.” Sam announced.

“Shut up, perv.” Modi glared only to devolve into a joking grin. “Ogling Sam like that. He’s fragile, you know.”

Sam angrily brushed past Modi. “Let’s get this over with.”