little drabble of a modern AU Vallion for christmas
Vallion’s teeth clattered together as the hoofs collided with the roof. He grunted and needed a second to recover before he could jump off.
Joyriding a flying reindeer was fun, but taking it on business was a whole different thing. Jealously he pictured santa in his comfortable slay on the other side of the country. It wasn’t fair he hadn’t given Vallion one.
He hoisted the bag a bit higher on his shoulder, then looked for a ventilation shaft or anything else that could work with his transportation magic. It was probably easier to find an open window from the ground, but santa wouldn’t hear it. Sticking to tradition was his thing, since he couldn’t let the childeren doubt his existence.
It didn’t take long. With held breath he focused on the opening and let the magic bubble through his veins.
The experience was everything but comfortable. His body was squashed and molded until it could slip through. The air was forced from his lungs, making him gasp for breath when it finally stopped.
He stood in a small, cozy living room. The christmas tree stood proudly in a corner, ready to receive the presents.
Quietly, Vallion snuck to it, moving slow enough to keep the bell on his red hat silent. There, he reached into the bag silently. Immediately little elf hands pushed a package in his fingers to deliver under the tree.
The bag was really just a portal. So the gifts could be transfered from the north pole to santa’s hands. Or in this case, Vallion’s.
The last gift was too big. He put the bag between his knees, had to stick in both his hands and pulled with all his might. A heavy box slowly appeared, ringing suspiciously.
He hated the bikes.
Finally done at the house, Vallion hoisted the bag back on his shoulder and moved back to the vent he had entered through. He still had many packages to deliver tonight.
“You’re not santa!” Squeaked an indignant voice from behind him.
Vallion froze. His heart sank.
Very slowly he turned around, nervously tucking his red suit.
“You should be asleep.”
The girl gasped and stepped back. “You’re a fake! Are you trying to steal the presents? I won’t let you!”
“I’ve just delivered them,” he snapped in annoyance. “And you should go to bed, because if you open the presents before morning, you’ll be ending up on the naughty list.”
“But you’re not santa,” the girl insisted stubbornly.
His shoulder was aching. He really just wanted to move on, but santa would never accept him leaving the girl like this.
“I’m his helper.”
“He doesn’t need help, he has elfs.”
“Of course he doesn’t, but he ordered me anyway. It’s a punishment.”
Her eyes grew big. “What did you do?”
Immediately, Vallion felt his cheeks warm up at the memory and he rubbed his neck in embarassment. “I went joyriding with his reindeer and kind of wrecked the base with it.”
It had been the ride of his life though. One of the few things that had finally reminded him life could be fun.
Now there was a shocked adoration forming on her face.
“So, now you understand why I’m delivering the presents. Get back to bed now if you don’t want to end up on the naughty list.”
For a moment she looked at him with a begging expression, ready to ask more, but he straightened up and pointed a stern finger to the stairs. “Bed, or no presents next year.”
Disappointed, yet amazed, she finally backed off and left.
With a deep sigh of relief, Vallion concentrated on the shaft and dragged himself through it.
“I hate christmas,” he breathed as he climbed back up on the reindeer. The animal huffed agitated at the words until he apologized.
He still had a busy night ahead of him.
