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25 February 2011 @ 10:33 am
Fic: ‘Awesome high leg kicks or cake?’  
Title: Awesome high leg kicks or cake?
Fandom: How I Met Your Mother
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: During season 1.
Summary: Would you rather be remembered for awesome high leg kicks, or cake?

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

I’ve had the phrase ‘awesome high leg kicks!’ stuck in the back of my mind for a while now and I decided to exorcise it by writing this story. Which was fun because since when are stories with cake un-fun?

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Carter Bays and Craig Thomas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


“The woman who made that cake. That’s how you want to be remembered?”

“Why not?” Victoria leaned against the counter, spoon in hand and bowl under arm. “Taste this.”

Ted obediently licked the offered finger. “’S’good,” he nodded and saw the distraction for what it was. “Wouldn’t you prefer to live forever and be known for ... for ...” He looked around, desperate for something to catch his eye.

“Awesome high leg kicks,” Marshall absently supplied, his eyes glued to the thick law book in front of him.

“Thank you Marshall! Awesome high leg kicks!”

“You’re welcome.” Marshall stood, slamming his book shut. “Look, if you guys are gonna be in the kitchen, I’m going to be at the library. And Ted,” he added, pausing by the kitchen door while he slung his backpack on one shoulder, “there’s nothing wrong with cake. I’m on Victoria’s side in this one.”

“But awesome high leg kicks, Marshall!”

Victoria grinned, putting her bowl down and reaching for a cupcake she had cooling, offered it to Marshall.

Marshall grinned, eyes alight. “And this is why you’ll be remembered as the woman who made that cake.”

Ted scowled, Marshall fled, with cupcake in hand. Victoria laughed, reaching for her bowl again but stopping with a thoughtful expression before she looked to Ted. “I think living forever is overrated. But people tend to remember cakes. A lot.

“Besides,” she glanced at the clock and nodded at the oven. “Wouldn’t you rather be remembered for the buildings you design than for living forever, doing awesome high leg kicks?”

Ted pulled his cupcakes out of the oven. “... for designing buildings,” he muttered. “But awesome high leg kicks!” A last appeal that was lost in Victoria’s laughter. “And these,” he proclaimed, “are awesome cupcakes!”

Victoria held a finger out to him, covered with wet mixture. “A cupcake,” she explained patiently, eyes merry, “are like these.” With her free hand, she gestured at the cupcakes she’d cooked earlier. “These,” she nodded at the tray in Ted’s hand, “are not cupcakes.”

Ted placed the tray on the counter. “Fine, cake lady. Have it your way.”

Victoria chuckled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Not all of us can cupcake with the best of ‘em,” she stated matter-of-factly. “And you called me cake-lady.”

Ted grabbed and tickled. She shrieked and ran for the bedroom. He paused long enough to grab the bowl she’d left behind before he followed.
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on February 25th, 2011 09:25 am (UTC)
How can you /not/ choose to be remembered for cake? *sniffle* I miss Victoria.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on February 25th, 2011 02:32 pm (UTC)
Victoria was very cool.