Ignoct Drabble (cause I am addicted to it all) - Noctis wants to be helpful and reorganises Ignis' kitchen ... Any kindness you wish to bestow on this humble servant is greatly welcomed.
Sooo this turned into a parody simply because I can’t see Noct going to all this trouble just to be helpful xD Enjoy!
Ah, cooking. In his own kitchen, Ignis feels very much like a king overseeing his kingdom, completely in control of every movement, every decision, every taste. Tonight, he’s planned a feast of roasted garlic fowl, tarnished with a creamy sauce over couscous imported from the southern isles. Exquisite, a meal fit for even the pickiest of princes (fitting, as he’ll be dining with one), and nearly complete save for a dash of herbs to garnish the piece. Ignis reaches into his spice cabinet, grabs the familiar tin….
And proceeds to sprinkle a layer of ground coffee beans all over his precious bird.
He stops. He looks from the ruined dish to the tin in his hand, to the cabinet above him. He screams.
“What?! What is it?!” Noct is rushing into the kitchen at full speed, the telling blue sparks of the armiger flaring to life around his fingertips. “Iggy, what happened?!”
“That!” The prince skids to a halt when he sees where his friend is pointing. “The cupboard! Everything is wrong. My spices are missing!”
It takes a moment for the adrenaline coursing through his veins to subside, but once it does Noct is caught between laughing and shrinking out of Iggy’s line of sight. Somehow, he manages a little of both at once. “Oh, yeah, spices. They’re, uh, in the pantry.”
A pause. Then, “Why would they be in the pantry?”
“Because I needed somewhere to put the coffee.”
Ignis turns - slowly, suspiciously - to meet his shifting eyes. “You put the coffee here?”
“Well, yeah.” Noct shrugs, trying and failing to look innocent under Iggy’s scrutiny. “It was in the way.”
This time Ignis says nothing, but his piercing eyes are still fixed on Noctis. Who swallows and attempts to clarify. “Y’know, ‘cause it was in the cabinet to the right of the sink, which is the only place I could fit the cereal boxes when I had to make room for the tupperware.”
“Why,” Ignis begins slowly. “Were you moving the tupperware?”
Uhhh…. “They were blocking the cookies. Look, Iggy,” he says quickly, defensively the moment those green eyes start to roll back. “You’re the one who told me to ‘make myself at home.’ At my home, the snacks are not shoved in the back of the pantry so no one can ever find them.”
“Are you telling me you rearranged my entire kitchen just for a cookie?!”
“Well.” Noctis folds his arms over his chest. Rocks back on his heels as he feels the familiar warmth spread over his cheeks. “Yeah.”
Ignis falls quiet for a long moment. He looks around at his kitchen - at the cabinets filled with things out of place, at the traitorous coffee tin in his hand and the ruined meal beneath it. Then he looks back up at Noct, and despite (or perhaps because of) the ridiculousness of the situation, he laughs. “Fine, Noctis, it’s fine.”
“Yes. But,” he smirks, setting down the coffee tin and striding right up to his prince. “You’re going to help me put everything back the way it was.” A groan. “After you help me eat dinner.” An even louder groan, which Ignis cuts off when he curls his thumb and forefinger around Noct’s chin. “And then, if you’re a good boy, perhaps I’ll let you have dessert, as well.”
