Gods vs Toddlers-Who Wield Magic the Best
Yes, Khonshu did enjoy her mortal form.
However, it took much longer for Khonshu to figure out how to access his god powers in her mortal form without causing any lasting damage.
So far, Khonshu could access her mortal form at whim but the god abilities were attached to his skeletal bird form.
She decided one day to work on this while watching the nestling.
Unfortunately, as all of her nestling-sitting times go, something went…awry.
Even she knows that this is NOT GOOD.
While she is now mortal….the nestling is not.
The nestling looks like Khonshu did as an immortal child….mostly.
Khonshu did have a mortal based child form but his alternate form was more in line with the nestling’s current appearance.
A young, fluffy Ibis chick.
Except with ancient Egyptian robes and coloration on his feathers.
And a little staff of his own.
If it wasn’t such a dire situation, Khonshu would have cooed at the site.
He is much more adorable than any deity nestling Khonshu ever saw.
Which she thinks is completely unbiased.
The rest of the ancient Egyptian deities were pretty ugly.
Khonshu snapped out of her doting when the nestling swung his little staff around and turned the sofa into an ancient Egyptian style lounge seat.
Thankfully there was a cushion on it.
The nestling giggled, “Yahoo!”
Khonshu….would not panic.
That now a mortal…well immortal…toddler currently has a god powered staff.
And has no idea how to control it.
Khonshu quickly looked around for Tiresias’s staff, which she usually used in conjunction with her own. She would hopefully be able to turn back into her other self and it would undo this problem.
Except.
It was gone.
Vanished.
Vamoosed.
Khonshu was so screwed.
She turned back to the nestling.
Perhaps she could use his staff?
It was worth a shot.
One hour later:
It was not worth a shot.
It wasn’t worth anything actually.
It upset the nestling, who would not let the staff go, and when he did he threw a tantrum worthy of Khonshu.
It exhausted Khonshu trying to calm the nestling down, then attempting to use the staff to reverse the spell, only for nothing to work.
It also turned a majority of the furniture into something worthy of a pharaoh.
The Guardian had wisely disappeared.
Khonshu wishes she could do the same.
But first a bath, she is sweaty and the nestling is snotty and tearstained.
Wait….the nestling is dirty….could summoning the suit do the trick?
“Nestling?”
“Pan-cho?”
“Suit?”
“Suit? Suit! SUIT! SUIT!”
Except.
The nestling’s suit did not come.
“SUUUIITT!”
However.
Khonshu felt something…odd.
No.
That possible couldn’t happen too?
She tried, “Suit!”
And a much taller version of the nestling’s suit surrounded Khonshu.
What.
The.
Hell?!
The nestling seeing the suit on Khonshu tackled Khonshu, “SUIT!”
The suit took most of the impact.
Khonshu automatically hugged the nestling and tried to think if this could help in any way.
The suit has magic of its own.
It…should be enough.
Before Khonshu can attempt anything further, the front door opens.
Layla, Marc, Jake, and Steven walk in.
They all see mortal Khonshu in Indy’s suit, and Indy as a Mini-Bird God hugging Khonshu.
No one says anything.
Indy sees his parents and jumps up, “OMI, BABA, PAPI, PAPA!”
He runs full tilt at them for Jake to snap out of his shock and pick him up before he spears anyone.
Jake automatically hugs him as Indy chats a kilometer a minute while fiercely hugging back.
Which lasts for a few seconds for Indy to want, “DOWN!...Pwease.”
Jake carefully puts him down and Indy goes zooming off.
Hyde suddenly appears and follows Indy.
They all look at each other.
Marc is Speechless.
Steven is Thinking a Million Things at a moment and is unable to speak.
Jake decides to shift to wolf and follows Indy and Hyde.
Layla finds her voice first, “Khonshu?”
“Yes?”
“How?”
Khonshu figures out how to depower the suit and answers sheepishly, “I am…unsure. I know that I was working on my god powers being usable in my mortal form. Somehow this transferred my god-ness to the nestling while I still remain mortal.”
Layla swallowed, “Do you know how to fix this?”
Khonshu sighed, “What do you think I’ve been trying to do since this happened?”
Layla squared her shoulders, “Okay, I am calling Taweret.”
Khonshu slumped her shoulders, “That…may be for the best.”
Steven suddenly spoke, “Why were you in Indy’s suit?”
Khonshu shrugged, “I have no idea.”
Suddenly Indy, running back into the room with Hyde and Jake running after while swinging his new staff, shouted, “WAHOO! I’MA BIRDIE!”
A bright light flashed.
Marc knew when he saw his son look like a feathered version of Khonshu, that the day was going to get a lot weirder before it got calm again.
He admittingly did not expect this.
But he should have.
He really should.
“MARC?!”
For Marc was now a Bald Eagle.
A Very Grumpy Looking Bald Eagle.
Which is when Taweret appeared, “Hi! Oh…oh dear.”
Interlude of the Next 48 Hours:
“Just STAY there Indy. Don’t Move.”
“I’M MAGIC NOW!”
“Marc, watch out for Hyde!”
“YEOOOW”
“CREAAAW!”
“Why is Hyde now a lioness-ish?”
“Is that really the biggest concern right now?”
“That is her normal form, you mean you could not see that?”
“Wait, WHAT?!”
“JAKE NO! WAIT NO INDY!”
“Could everyone please hold still?”
“Steven- You, Me, Taweret, and the Spa.”
“Sounds heavenly love.”
“Next week?”
“Short of an apocalypse, I’ll be there.”
“Did Marc just lay an egg?”
“Maybe he looks grumpy because he-she’s trying to lay more? I remember Indy was hell to push out.”
“Does that mean when Marc turns back to human the eggs will turn into human babies?”
“Don’t. Say. Another. Word.”
“Wait, is that slobber on the egg? JAKE?!”
Interlude Over:
The eggs were chicken eggs.
Marc was male and human.
Indy was a mortal toddler.
Khonshu was currently in his God form.
Oh, and the furniture is back to normal. Mostly.
After a very long nap, they are all listening to Taweret as she divulged all of the times Khonshu’s magic went haywire when he was Indy’s age.
It made raising Indy look like a walk in the park.
Mostly.
Because during a story involving Osiris, Khonshu, and Anubis with the Nile turning colors, something ‘Cheeped!’ from the carton of eggs on the counter.
Everyone turned to Jake, whose eyes were Very Wide.
Two hours later they now owned a half dozen colorful chicks.
Who Imprinted on Jake.
Jake is now the Proud Papi of one toddler and half a dozen living Peeps.