Cold Flippers, Warm Heart

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“Oh, c’mon Piggy—it will be fun!”
“It will be cold!”
Kermit came up behind her and tried to slip his arms around her waist. It was a testament to how angry she was at him that she succumbed for only a moment before turning on him, her blue eyes snapping with accusations.
“This was supposed to be a vacation. Remember vacations, Kermit?” Uh oh. Kermit, not Kermie. Sheesh—she was really mad.
“But—“
“Vacations are where you don’t work. You take it easy and enjoy your time with your…loved ones,” she said grudgingly. Ah ha! He was sure he detected a glimmer of warmth in her eyes, but wasn’t entirely certain it was the warmth of affection or the heat of wrath.
“You’d be immortalized,” he cajoled, hoping to appeal to her vanity. Piggy sniffed disdainfully.
“Ho hum,” she snapped. “Been there, done that.”
“Um, you’d be immortalized on a Christmas ornament.” He dared to slip an arm around her waist. “People would put you and me on the tree and think happy holiday thoughts about us.” He made his voice sound as wistful as he dared.
Piggy shrugged, looking unhappy, but he could tell he was penetrating her defenses.
“Um, you’d get to wear a cute little outfit and show off your legs.”
Piggy stepped back indignantly, certain she was being teased.
“Hubba hubba,” said Kermit, utterly sober.
She tried—good grief, she tried, but in the end, Piggy was no match for his inspired silliness. She couldn’t help it. She began to smile.
“There’s my girl,” said Kermit, trying to put his arms around her again. She pushed him off.
“Tell me about it,” she said, becoming businesslike.
Kermit would have liked to have had this conversation snuggled up on a couch in the lodge, sipping hot cocoa or buttered rum and watching a lazy fire blaze, but that would have to come after. If it came at all, his mind prompted. Which it won’t if you don’t sell this, and quick.
“Um, well, um, do you remember the Christmas ornaments that we did for Hallmark a few years ago?”
Piggy nodded curtly.
“Well, the nice folks at Hallmark want us to pose for another one of their Christmas ornaments.”
Piggy looked at him levelly.
“It’s really a very big, um, honor to, um, be asked again,” he said meekly.
Piggy sighed.
“It would mean a lot to me if you would do it. Um, please?”
Piggy let out a moan of frustration, and turned away from him. Her arms were crossed across her chest and one high-heeled boot was tapping angrily. She made a couple of strangled sounds then stopped vibrating, slumped, and turned to face him.
“Oh okay,” she said. “Darn you and those big puppydog eyes.”
“That’s pollywog,” Kermit dared, but subsided immediately when she gave him a sharp look. He tried again to put his arms around her and she let him, but just barely. He kissed her once on her pouty mouth before letting her go.
“One afternoon,” he promised. “It’s just for one afternoon.”

Which explained what he was doing here, knocked-kneed and off-balance, shivering with cold and frustration. He tried to straighten up and bring his unwilling legs together, but succeeded only in spinning in a circle. Now he was dizzy, cold and irritable.
“This will be easy, Piggy,” Kermit muttered himself. “No, I’ve never ice skated before but, I mean, how hard could it be? Kids do it, penguins do it. After all, I’m a frog. Frogs are amphibians, with a natural affinity with the water.” If it’s not frozen.
He heard whirring nearby and, bracing his hands on his quaking knees, looked up in time to see Piggy execute a flawless double-toe-loop and land with enviable control not six feet from him.
“Hi, Kermie,” she said sweetly. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and her eyes were glittering with exertion and what had better not be amusement, Kermit thought furiously. She glided up to him, slipped one of her gloved hands under his elbow and one around his waist and pulled him to an upright position. His feet went skittering away from him and only Piggy’s careful balance kept them both from hitting the ice.
“You just don’t have your legs under you yet,” she said gently.
“Oh, they’re under me,” he grouched. “I just can’t straighten them.”
Piggy manhandled him easily, pulling him upright again and—with no warning at all—sent them both sliding neatly across the ice.
“Wahhh!” Kermit yelled before he could stop himself. He managed to shut his mouth and open his eyes, trying not to think about exactly how fast they were going.
“Doing okay, Mon Capitan?” Piggy murmured near his ear.
“Um, sure. Sure, Piggy—just great.”
Piggy spun them about the frozen pond once more, stopping only when Kermit was pretty sure he’d begun to solidify from the cold. Once Piggy released him, his feet started moving in opposing directions and he surged forward and grasped Piggy firmly around the waist, holding on for dear life. Piggy placed a soft gloved hand on the middle of his back. It felt soft, and very warm.
“Kermie,” Piggy said gently. “Is this your first time on ice skates?”
“Um….”
“Kermit?” Her tone was firm. Resistance was futile.
“Yes!” he said miserably. “I can slide on the ice bare-flippered, but I’ve never worn ice skates before in my life.”
I am so toast, Kermit thought. Not only have I interrupted our get-away for a stupid job, but I’m not even good at it. Piggy will never let me live this down.
Piggy’s voice was quiet. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Kermit sighed. “Well, first of all, I didn’t know how hard it would be. It looks so easy when other people do it.”
Piggy made a soft noise of agreement, indicating he should continue.
“And, second, when I realized I wasn’t going to be able to do it, I was, um, afraid you’d tease me or be angry with me or…something.”
Piggy said nothing.
“And I thought you’d be mad at me for dragging you out here in the cold to do a stupid photo shoot when we should be cuddling in the lodge eating canapés and drinking something hot. I’m sorry, Piggy—I’ve ruined the whole afternoon.”
“The afternoon isn’t over yet, Mon Capitan,” Piggy said, and Kermit suddenly thought that there might actually be worse places to be that clinging to Miss Piggy’s delectable form, even if it was on the ice. His contentment was short-lived, however, because Piggy’s voice became more businesslike.
“Well—we’ve got about thirty minutes to get you up on your flippers, so hop to it.” She held him up and, sadly, away from her, but grasped his hands firmly and began to teach him the very, very basics of moving on the ice.
He fell enough to know that the ice was hard and unforgiving, but thankfully Miss Piggy was not. She took him in hand and kept him moving, which warmed his muscles as much as it cheered him. He wasn’t going to make the Olympic trials, but by the time the photographers arrived, he was doing a fair job of faking. As long as he held on to Piggy, everything went fine. I’ll have to remember that, Kermit thought philosophically.
Piggy steered him firmly around the perimeter, coming to a neat, ice-spraying stop in front of the photographers.
“Are you ready for us, boys?” Miss Piggy asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Kermit felt the heat surge to his cheeks. Here I am freezing to death and falling on my, um, dignity and she’s batting her eyelashes at the photographers. Under other circumstances, he would have enjoyed watching her work, but he was too darn cranky at the moment.
“Any time, Miss Piggy,” said the one who seemed to be in charge. “Just take a few turns around when you’re ready. We actually took a couple of candid shots while you two were warming up.”
Kermit’s flush deepened. He hope, hope, hoped that they had not photographed him hunched miserably on the ice, legs splayed in opposite directions and showing his, um, less flattering side.
Piggy looked at him, smiling happily. “Are you ready, Kermie?”
“Oh, sure,” he muttered, and they were off again, Piggy’s protective arm around his waist. Kermit pasted a smile on his face and got through it with difficulty, if not grace. In less than 30 minutes, Piggy was talking earnestly with the photographers about lighting and perspective and a dozen other things Kermit wasn’t interested in any more. The photographers had reams of material now, which would go to the sculptors and artists. Fine-tuning would be done in the artist’s studio, which Piggy generously agreed to visit closer to the end of the project. He waited until they had packed up the cameras and the lights and the chairs and assorted litter and paraphernalia that they’d brought with them and left before he spoke.
“Well, good,” he said in what he hoped was a hearty manner. “I think that went well.”
Piggy turned and regarded him gravely. “I sortof enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“Um, er, sure,” Kermit lied. He tried to put on his game face, and he might actually have succeeded if his feet hadn’t decided to go in opposite directions at that precise moment. He fell and grasped Piggy shoulders, holding on tightly.
“Oh Piggy,” Kermit burst out. “I didn’t enjoy this at all. This was a bad idea, and I’m really sorry I dragged you into it when we should have been sitting inside with our toes toward the fire and our, um, arms around each other.” That last came out a little unexpectedly, and Piggy gazed at him with a charming mixture of shyness and supreme self-confidence.
“Well,” she said softly. “The afternoon’s gone, but we’ve got the evening ahead of us. What say we go back to the lodge and find a nice blanket to snuggle under.”
“Really?” Kermit said, absolutely aching with longing. “Could we?”
“Yes,” Piggy said thoughtfully. “I believe we could.”

Kermit was so warm and toasty now that it was impossible to remember that he’d been miserably cold and half-way frozen not two hours ago. Piggy had met him in front of the fireplace, impeccably attired in slim-cut pants and a sweater that did everything a sweater ought to do. Her hair was swept up in an artful mass of tousled curls on top of her head, which meant that Kermit could lean over and press a kiss against the soft skin of her neck as often as he wanted. He’d stopped counting at seventeen. Soup and h’ordoerves had been consumed, and he sat sipping something that made him feel warm all over. Or maye that’s just Piggy, Kermit thought, smiling to himself. He heaved a great sigh of contentment at the precise moment that Piggy did the same, and they laughed.
“Jinx kiss,” Piggy said, claiming one.
“I used to play that game when I was a kid, but we called jinx pickle.”
Piggy stared at him for a moment. “I fail to see the appeal.”
Kermit smiled at her. “At the moment, so do I.” He shifted a little and Piggy, knowing him as well as she did, knew this changed of position was a prelude to some sort of change of heart. She turned and looked at him expectantly.
“I just want to say how much I appreciate that you let me impose on you this afternoon—taking time away from our vacation and everything.”
Piggy didn’t say, “Oh, it was nothing,” or “Oh, don’t think about it.” She listened seriously, her head inclined toward him in a way that made him certain that he had her undivided attention.
“And, Honey, I wanted to say thank you for not making me feel more miserable or stupid than I already did.”
Piggy opened her mouth, then closed it and looked away. “Do you remember when we were filming ‘The Great Muppet Caper’ in London?”
“Um hum,” Kermit murmured, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and skin.
“And I didn’t know how to swim?”
“I remember, Piggy.”
Piggy was silent a moment, thinking how to proceed. “We had our ups and downs while we were filming, but you didn’t make fun of me for not knowing how. You were a good coach.”
Kermit was smiling at her, drowsy and content. “Anything else you think I’m good at?”
Piggy moved in suddenly, and Kermit’s drowsiness fled.
“I’ll let you know.”
 

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Something light, since I don't seem to have anything better to do at 2:00 in the a.m.
 

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Well... Kermie's Girl could use an update... But is hokay, I understand that sometimes you just want to get away and do something different, just for a moment before getting back to your main chores.
You know... Kind of enjoyed this little short story. And like you said towards the end, it reminded me of A Pig Out of Water but the tables were turned in that it was now Kermit who needed help to conquer an unmastered water/ice activity.
*Sigh, thought you'd be the one person who'd know how to write/spell the French name for appetizers.
Rully liked the whole ice skating escapade. Might see a little touch of that in the last chapter I've got left for my own story.
We'll see when I can update though.

Thanks for this Ru, have a great day.
 

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Very nice! I really like how you show Kermit's thoughts, like at the beginning when he's like "Kermit, not Kermie, sheesh, she's really mad" It adds alot of character to your stories!
 

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Ooh, you write good at 2AM!!

You have also displayed your uncanny knack for getting into my head with story ideas. <sorts through notes> Ah, here it is: Piggy teaches Kermit to ice skate.

<giggles> Great minds think alike, eh? Must come from being neighbours. I love the whole posing for hallmark thing, and the way you <glee> turn the tables on Kermit with him talking her into it, then ending up miserable, at least temporarily. It was funny and romantic and very tender, especially at the end with the reference to Pig out of Water.

I like that Piggy ends up being the reasonable one for once, at least for a little while and of course, you know my thoughts on the ushy gushy. <Ushy gushy girl bounces and giggles in her cage> In short: YAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

I hereby dub you the Diva of Ushy Gushy! where your crown with pride, my friend!

Hugs,
Layla
 

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I thoroughly ditto Leyla's post. All hail the Diva of Ushy Gushy!
 

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Leyla said:
You have also displayed your uncanny knack for getting into my head with story ideas. <sorts through notes> Ah, here it is: Piggy teaches Kermit to ice skate. <giggles> Great minds think alike, eh?
Leyla said:
Isn't it funny how often that happens? I like to think that we, the audience/fans are simply picking up on some sort of vibe that the characters are giving out. And what's funny is that if we ALL wrote a story about Kermit and Piggy ice-skating, we'd all have some things very alike, but we'd be surprised by the things that were different in each person's story.

Leyla said:
I love the whole posing for hallmark thing.
Leyla said:
Just bought those from ebay--yea for ebay! ANd poor Kermit--they didn't even give him a cute ski suit or anything. Poor little froggy! He needs to find someplace warm to thaw out. (Stares off into space dreamily....what? Oh, what was I writing?)

Leyla said:
I hereby dub you the Diva of Ushy Gushy! where your crown with pride, my friend!
Leyla said:
Ooh--ooh--my first tiara! Won't Piggy be proud! Feel free to borrow it anytime, sweetie, especially if it means you'll write ush-gush for us!
Ru
 

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TogetherAgain said:
I thoroughly ditto Leyla's post. All hail the Diva of Ushy Gushy!
Let's see--if you're the Queen of fan-fiction, and I'm the Diva of Ushy Gushy, we could open a restaurant called Diva Queen! (Just a thought--I did get to bed rather late last night.)
 

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I'm thinking of writing a whole "Hallmark" series of stories about how all the ornaments came to be. Has anyone done anything like this already? (don't want to stomp on someone else's something....)
 

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Don't think so... Though I hope my 1LS serves you as inspiration, given the possible drive of inspiration might be there.

BTW: What are all the Hallmark Christmas ornaments?
And you do know there are a few new ones, not by Hallmark, me thinks they're discussed in a thread in the Muppet Merchandise section, not sure though.
 
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