Disclaimer: Vikings Singing: Marvel's!
Marvel's! Marvel's! Marvel's! Marvel's! Marvel's! Loverly Marvel's!
This fulfils both the 350-word challenge and the three little words
challenge, and is (hopefully) the last Bobby fic. I'm not a Bobby-fangirl,
promise. Lookit my other fics. No other Bobby's at all before this
recent batch! It's not my fault!
Feedback: Unless you want me to sent the Singing Horny Vikings
after you, I would appreciate it.
This was a hard job, but it had to be done. Those three little words
that meant so much, and the silly man didn't believe them. You could
see it in the way those wide eyes dropped every time he said them.
Bobby was determined, though. One day, if he said it enough, that
would change. He found himself rehearsing those three little words
in his head more and more frequently. In the hope that it would make
He hummed as he showered, not caring about the changes in temperature
as other members of the house had the same idea. That was probably
one of the big advantages of his power, he never really minded having
cold showers. Considering everything though, he guessed that was probably
more of a disadvantage. He stopped humming, absently rubbing the shampoo
in, and contemplated only a few of the times when a cold shower had
been his greatest wish. Then, with a jerk he remembered -- no thoughts
like that. It only made the three little words seem desperate. Devalued
them. Meant that those eyes, those wide, doubting, oh so perceptive
eyes would fall again. Wouldn't meet his, fairly and believing.
Not that they did now. You could tell that even though he's said
them so many times, the fool didn't believe them. But it would happen.
He chuckled to himself, as the water fell. It was ridiculous considering
how long it took him to say them. His first attempts were pitiful,
really. Imagine, stuttering, slurring, and blushing simply because
of a few words. Important words, sure, but little. Three single syllables.
Twisting the taps, Bobby stepped out of the shower, reaching for the
towels. Rubbing his hair quickly, he slung the towel around his hips
and saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes. Time for the words
"Hey, you!" he said, leaning casually on the sink, and catching those
And he could see it. This time, they weren't going to fall. This
time there was the beginnings of belief.
Bobby looked firmly into the mirror into his own eyes.
"I like you."
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