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The Cooking Meme!

Cooking Meme!

Cooking is a daily part of life. You don't always think about it, but even when preparing the same meal, it's never quite the same each time. Cooking can be wonderful and relaxing or completely horrifying. For some it's very personal and for others it's just another part of the day.

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1. Post with your character and canon
2. Reply to others and come up with a scenario or GET RANDOM!
3. Thread it out!
4. GOOD TIMES

1. The way to a person's heart... You want to show your affection and what better way than a home cooked meal, with your special ingredient...~~SHITLOADS OF SALT~~ LOVE!

2. Cooking lesson! You would like to be able to cook, but...you have no idea what you're doing. Luckily, you have a knowledgeable friend to show you how!

3. OH GOD HELP ME Oh God Oh God Oh God You have to cook dinner for a party/your in-laws/your visiting family and it's so much and there's no time Oh God. But luckily your wonderful, brilliant and incredibly good looking best friend ever will help you, right?

4. Hnnngh need food so bad So hungry. So weak. Can't move. Or maybe it's just needless dramatics. But either way...just soooo hungry. And too weak to cook. Oh, the sorrow of an empty stomach! But you're so lucky to know someone that cooks well. Or cooks at all.

5. NO STOP COOKING NOW Awful. So awful. Eating it doesn't just make you sick, it forces your soul out of your body and into the astral plane. You'd better hope you can get out of this. ...Do you smell smoke?

6. REVENGE MEAL! So mad. Just...SO. MAD. You want to show this person how much you hate them and you're going to do it through cooking. You have cooked the most barfatrocious meal you can. They will rue the day they messed with you!

7. Competition! Who's the best cook in this kitchen? It's time to find out, HERE AND NOW! It's an all out cooking battle and the two of you are going to do your best to one up the other! Allez cuisine!

8. MAD ~~SCIENCE~~ COOKING! No one ever discovered something good without some experimentation, right? Are you trying to improve on something old or are you doing something new entirely? No! What are you doing?! YOU CAN'T PUT JELLY IN THAT! YOU'RE MAD!

9. Preparation! You can't cook without ingredients! Are you pinching pennies or going for the good stuff?

10. Eating right! So much junk food...they really should eat better. Well! They're getting a homecooked meal this time. PUT DOWN THAT TAKE OUT MENU, I'M COOKING HERE!

11. Other Pick a Scenario or come up with one of your own!

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[ So, wolf will be waking up to realize he's all alone in the hideous paisley sheets. But- never fear! For there is the tantalizing scent of breakfast wafting about in the air. Bacon, as is the staple of all good breakfasts. Pancakes, currently being flipped after bananas have been sliced and added into the thick batter. Orange juice - both with tiny umbrellas, one of them with is mixed with the drinks from last night.

Coffee. All the coffee. He's the worst of addicts, he knows. But shut up he's making breakfast in an apron, what more does wolf want from him. Honestly. ]

[Eliot would be more worried about waking up alone in the twilight zone of green paisley sheets if he didn't smell delicious goodness wafting from the mini kitchen included with their rooms. Not smelling Loki, magicked sheets had that regrettable side effect, he decided to get up and explore.

There was a brief moment when he considered wrapping something around himself, but when it was naked versus those sheets, he decided to save his pride.

The smells took him out to the kitchen where he saw Loki bustling about in some very fancy garments. His eyebrows leaped up.]

What's this?

[ The good thing about this breakfast is that it has the benefit of being assisted with magic. Nothing is burned, everything is cooked evenly to perfection, even the coffee is brewed at just the right strength and temperature. Yep, he's done good, if he's allowed to say so himself. ]

I sincerely hope you can tell what I'm doing in the kitchen, Eliot.

[ He doesn't bother to turn around, just snaps his fingers to give the pancakes a flip while he goes to check on scrambling eggs and buttering toast. He does, however, shoo Eliot back with a quick gesture of his hand. ]

Back to bed, wolf.

[When a magic wielding god was cooking breakfast for him dressed in a frilly girl's apron and told him to go back to bed, Eliot wasn't going to argue. He will smirk, however, and grin as he crossed his arms and lean against the door frame.]

You realize what those sheets look like, man? I ain't crawlin' back on'em till they get changed again.

[He sniffs the air and his mouth watered a bit.] This smells really good.

[ It's not frilly, it's fashionable. ]

Picky.

[ While the toast is toasting, Loki will oblige and casts another spell, to give Eliot some proper (albeit incredibly pink) bedsheets. Another shoo-shoo gesture with his hand later, and he turns back to steal a sip from his spiked orange juice and heads back to the pancakes. They should be done soon. ]

Now either get back to bed now, or I will enjoy this all by myself.

[ Eliot glanced back at the bed and his brows finally made that pilgrimage to the sacred peaks of his hairline. ] You kiddin' me? [ He stared back at the god. ] Seriously?

[ One finger pointed towards the newly redecorated bed. ] That's pink.

[ Yet when it was apparent that Loki wasn't budging, and why would he, the trickster's apron was frilly black and pink, Eliot pointed one finger at Loki as if to say, You ain't heard the last of this, pal. But for now, he obediently turned and stalked back into their bedroom with the hot pink bed. ]

I thought the place could use a more feminine touch.

[ Hence the apron and the pink sheets, of course. Just be happy they aren't heart shaped pancakes, wolf.

But once his growling wolf huffs back to the bedroom, Loki allows himself a grin, and he makes a final check up on breakfast before getting a plate ready. Two banana pancakes, scrambled eggs on toast, enough bacon strips to satisfy a hungry wolf, and the coffee and orange juice hovering behind him. He takes his time, to ensure that Eliot's had plenty of time to get all snuggled up in his pretty pink blankets.

Then he turns, plate in hand and drinks behind him, and heads back to join Eliot on the bed. ]

If you're grumpy, no breakfast.

[ Loki would find Eliot back in the bed as was asked, even with the sheets covering up to a point of decency, but he looked far from happy at the color. ] These are pink.

[ Yet it was obvious that he thought the protest would fall on deaf ears for he sighed before he even heard Loki's response. ]

This is gettin' back at me for last night, ain't it?

[ Though at the mention of breakfast, Eliot grudgingly tuned down his unhappy scowl. ] Of all colors, man, I mean, really?

[ Loki makes himself comfortable beside Eliot, bare legs bent under him as he scoots up nice and close. There aren't any trays nearby that he could find, so he'll just have to make do with holding the plate in his lap and sending the drinks to the bedside dresser. ]

Perhaps, a little.

[ And Eliot will just have to deal with the pink sheets. Loki liked them. Matched his apron. He'll make it up to him, of course, first by taking a piece of bacon to snap in half and offer to his wolf. ]

It could also be a thank you of sorts, if you like that better.

[ Not like he had a choice, although at the moment, with the smell of delicious food creating such beautiful aromas in the air, he wasn't one to complain anymore. ]

Well, the breakfast, yeah... Whatcha make?

[ And true to his nature, Eliot managed to forget the embarrassing colors he was nested within in favor for feeding his starving stomach. At that moment, his stomach growled loudly in agreement. He grinned wolfishly at Loki, the horrible taste in colors temporarily forgotten as he snapped up the offered morsel of meat. ]

Breakfast in bed and you're gonna feed me too? I can get used to this type of thanks.

[ Loki passes the idle thought of bringing the paisley pattern back, once his wolf grins at him. He probably could get away with it, but he would much rather spend his time like this. ]

Just a few of my favourites, that's all.

[ Eliot gets one more piece of bacon, before Loki tears a small bit from the fruit filled pancake and offering that to his wolf next. There's really only enough on the plate to feed one hungry wolf, since Loki wasn't hungry and rarely ate much anyway, so this is all to let Eliot indulge and feel a little spoiled for once. ]

I thought it would be a nice surprise.

[ Eliot appeared amused when the second piece of bacon was fed to him, and for once allowed himself to indulge in this kind of wasting behavior. Even though such grease wasn't his sort of healthy eating, it was still a sign of appreciation from the god. He recognized that and the animal within him was practically purring at the doting from his alpha.

With everything considered, Eliot could afford to be a little lapse in his habits, including the pink sheets. ]

It is a nice surprise. [ Said between bites of the pancake fruity pancake. The next piece he took between his teeth, but rather than swallowing it, he grabbed Loki and passed it over to him between a kiss. If he tasted the tequila in the trickster's breath, he made no comment. ]

You're not eatin' much for these bein' your favorites. [ Regardless, Eliot made a note of all the items for future reference. ]

[ It was a known habit of the gods, mostly used as a reverence tactic, to show affection by feeding one's lover. Asgard was known for it's indulgence and luxury like that, after all, but this is the first time Loki's ever cooked for anyone and Eliot is the first he's ever fed like this. See what you've turned him into, wolf? He's a sap. ]

I'm glad. [ Oop- and he's caught off guard with that impromptu breakfast-sharing smooch. Forgive him if he lingers a bit, and drags his tongue across Eliot's bottom lip before eventually drawing away, to finish that little pancake bit with a lick of his own lips.

Ooh. He's a damn good chef. ]

This is your breakfast. And I'm not quite hungry.

You're not?

[ Eliot licked his lips, knowing exactly the way the soft play of his tongue over his grease shined lips looked to the god. He tasted that kiss, felt how it lingered. When he grinned, it was almost one of challenge. ]

This is a big breakfast. Fit for a wolf, [ He was getting better at that term now. It no longer stung like it used to. ] But if I was to finish it all myself, there won't be much room for other else, man.

[ He let his roving gaze on the trickster bring teasing image of what other else may be. The frilly apron had an effect on him he didn't expect, especially since this was being worn on a guy. ]

Not quite.

[ It was indeed a big breakfast, but that was mostly because Loki didn't quite know where to stop. He started simple, bacon and eggs, but then somehow toast got involved, and the pancakes were an impulse decision upon seeing the bananas left for them. Coffee was a necessity, but orange juice was good for ... mortal nourishment and such.

... okay, maybe he overdid it a wee bit. But since Eliot wasn't complaining, nothing wrong with it.

His brow arched, and he paused for a moment before shifting up, and moving over to settle himself in Eliot's lap. The plate was balanced in one arm easily enough, so he could continue to pass pancake bits to his wolf and this time sit more comfortably. ]

You sound as if you expect to leave the bedroom at all today.

[ Eliot opened his mouth as if to argue that, but realizing he had absolutely nothing he wanted to protest in that statement, he opted to reach past Loki for his cup of coffee instead. ]

I can dig that. [ He stated between a smirk and a sip of the heavenly brew. Where did Loki get the roast? Either way, it was absolutely perfect and it was obvious in his soft sigh of contentment. ]

Oh yeah, I can definitely dig this, baby.

[ He leaned back against the headboard where Loki's arms were tied last night, smiling as his arms circled around the god's hips and let himself be fed. ]

Where'd you learn to cook like this?

[ The coffee would be just the way Eliot likes it too. Cream or sugars, piping hot but not enough to scald. It was important that everything was just right, of course.

Loki smiled as Eliot leaned back more comfortably, seemingly very content with his morning breakfast surprise. All was going according to plan, thankfully enough, and the god couldn't help feeling a wee bit too pleased with himself. It wasn't as if he'd worked very hard on it, but his effort did pay off.

The apron was just a treat. ]

One has to learn to fend for themselves when one is all alone in a new realm. [ Another pancake bit for wolf, a tiny nibble for trickster. He did so like those hands on his hips, that maybe he cast a little spell for the tie of his apron to loosen a bit. ] And I wasn't about to order takeout for every meal.

All this? [ Not that there were a lot of things, but it took skills to make some things perfect, and Eliot, gourmet chef himself, dared say that what he tasted so far was as close to perfection as it could get. Godly interference, no doubt. ] Just learnin' to fend for yourself?

[ His grin quirked to one side as he chewed more of that delicious pancake, fed to him piece by piece. ] I've never seen you cook before this. Just sayin'. I thought you'd just magic everythin' up.

Not that I'm complainin', man.

[ He most definitely wasn't, not of the food and not even of Loki's silly outfit if the slight twitch in his loins reflected anything.

Reaching across to pick up another piece of bacon, he bit down on one end and wiggled it enticingly for Loki to take up the other half. Of course, when Loki finally accepted it, Eliot would meet him in the middle for another delicious sucking kiss.

Behind the trickster, Eliot was doing some tricky handiwork on his own to untie those pink laces holding that flimsy apron in place. ]

Essentially, yes. [ His magic did have a considerable influence over what he prepared for meals, yes, even this morning he'd used it considerably to make sure breakfast was absolutely perfect. Which it had to be. Not that this was ... any sort of special occasion or anything, but-- he was overthinking this. ]

You also don't see me eating very often in the first place. [ Dainty little thing that he was.

But he supposed he could also get used to a breakfast like this every so often. Eliot's lap was comfortable, and his wolf was smiling to sweetly at him, sharing his homemade meal. He couldn't resist that invitation, leaning in to help sharing that piece of bacon and another lingering kiss that followed. His lips curled up in a small grin as he felt those hands work at the loosened fastenings of his apron.

His free arm slid around Eliot's shoulders as they kissed, soft and sweet and intimate. He eventually pulled away to breathe, but not far, letting his forehead rest against Eliot's. Breakfast was temporarily put on hold, so he could bask in this for just a moment. ]

Yes, I do notice that. [ Especially how Loki was absent half the time Eliot cooked his meals, or barely ate anything even if he was around. His tone may be considered offended if not for the soft way he said the words even while his forehead was touching against his lover's. ]

Don't gods need to... mmm... Eat?

[ The breakfast temporarily waylaid, Eliot's attention focused on the sweet mouth he released only seconds before. He moved forward to nip at Loki's bottom lip, sucking it gently between his as he simply enjoyed the closeness and comfort the moment offered.

Behind the god, the ties of the apron were pried free completely. ]

Where'd you pick up such a thing? [ He whispered against Loki's lips as he tugged at the black and pink apron slightly in emphasis. ] It clashes with your eyes.

[ It wasn't at all that Eliot wasn't a particularly talented chef on his own. It was a skill that Loki marveled at, after all. Such talent with food, and he doesn't have to use magic to do it. Amazing. But Loki has always been a light eater, never once so gluttonous as his fellow Asgardians had been. ]

A god can starve, but he will never starve to death.

[ But what a boring topic that was, in comparison to the one now. Soft kisses, teasing nips, quiet purrs and such comfort in Eliot's lap rendered everything else obsolete. Even breakfast, apparently, as Loki set the plate aside in favour of using that hand to now brush his thumb against Eliot's cheek. Was he overdoing it on the doting affection? Perhaps. Who cares?

The apron is loosened enough now so that all that holds it up is the loop around his neck. He grins as he considers removing it completely, but what fun was there in doing that part himself? ]

I saw it. I thought it was pretty. [ and a brow arch. ] Are you so offended by the colour pink, Eliot?

[ Eliot snorted with derision when accused of being offended by the outrageous color. Any man with a solid sense of masculinity would be, it was practically the symbolic color of being queer.

Except here he sat in a pink bed with his male alpha, the two of them more or less naked... It was almost enough to wipe the grin off his face. He tried not to think about it too hard in those defining terms. ]

It's—... That's—...I prefer blue. [ He answered in a strained voice as the grimace he tried to hide pinched his face. His expression turned around comically when he quickly added, in hopes of not offending Loki, ] The apron looks good on you. Just that it doesn't match your eyes.

Can I remove it now? [ In support of his words, his hand played around Loki's neckline where the loop of the apron hung while he let the fingers of his other hand rub soothingly on the god's thigh. ]

[ Eliot's rejection of the colour was adorable, plain and simple. Loki had half a mind to turn all of Eliot's clothes into bright pink bunny suits, but the other half was too comfortable in his lap to let any of that happen any time soon.

But, since this was supposed to be about spoiling his wolf, perhaps he could leave the teasing for another time. A small wave of his hand has the sheets turning into that more acceptable blue, though the apron remained as such. Loki liked it, clashing with his eyes or not. But the thought was adorable and appreciated.

He couldn't help a little laugh at Eliot's insistence on removing the article as soon as possible, and a soft purr as those hands wandered so sweetly against his skin. Loki scolded him with a poke to the tip of his nose, leaving the apron where it was as he retrieved the plate of still warm foods once more. ]

After you've finished your breakfast. We don't want it getting cold.

[ A much more pleasing, relaxing color. It wasn't that Eliot had anything against pink, it was just that too much of it was just hard on the eyes.

Answering the poke with a playful growl, Eliot briefly considered just wolfing down the rest of the food but just as quickly discarded the idea. It was obvious that Loki had spent time and effort making this for him, and like the trickster mentioned, they really weren't in a hurry if they had all day. ]

Fine. [ Making a show of grumbling while acquiescing, Eliot reached out for a piece of toast. He picked it up and used one triangular corner to point at the mischievous god. ] I'm unwrappin' my present after I finish breakfast, and you ain't stoppin' me then.

[ He chomped on the toast with a defiant bite, then finding it was rather good, he looked down at the piece in hand and arched an eyebrow at Loki. ] Really? You magicked the toast too?

[ Definitely bright pink bunny suit in the future.

Loki knew he was teasing his wolf more than he should be, but it would all eventually pay off in the end. He just had to make sure Eliot had enough breakfast to fuel up for the rest of the day. All the more reason for that extra toast.

The god couldn't help smiling as he helped Eliot finish his breakfast. He wasn't that hungry himself, but he did have a few nibbles of the pancakes, considering his particular fancy for them. But only a few nibbles, because this was his wolf's breakfast and he wanted to fill him right up. ]

Of course. [ He gently pets Eliot's cheek as his wolf eats, shifting just a little to get a little more comfortable. ] I wanted everything to be perfect. And I do not trust my cooking skills on their own.

The Cooking Meme!

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