I wasn't intending to put anything else to this, but I wrote another wicked drabble and decided it might be a good idea to put the two together. In fact, you can probably think of this as occurring some time after the first. Hope you like.
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked.
Summary: Who needs charm when you've got a name like Fiyero?
What is in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
"Fiyero Tiggular," he said, grinning widely at the green girl sitting opposite him.
Elphaba raised an eyebrow at him, her intelligent brown eyes scrutinizing him before giving an obnoxiously nonchalant, "So?
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" she asked candidly.
"Well, yes actually," Fiyero replied. He could feel a pout coming on and – dare he even say it – a frown. His expression was about to contradict his entire philosophy on life and it was all because of her next question.
"Wha – why – I – ya – " he began indignantly, hardly able to form words, let alone sentences. "Because I'm Fiyero Tiggular.
"Fiyero Tiggular," he reminded her, changing the inflection to drive home the point.
He said it once more really quickly, swiping his hand dramatically through the air. At this point the words were starting to sound like meaningless gobbledegook and he wondered if he would even still be able to spell his own name if pressed.
"Why do you keep repeating your name?" the girl asked, genuinely perplexed by his odd behaviour. It was so rare for her to feel this way about anything and so she paid close attention to the perpetrator of her confusion.
"You said I had to woo you and this is what I do," he explained before trying his name one more time. "Fiyero Tiggular." He put extra emphasis on the 'yer' and tried rolling the 'r' sounds to give it a more exotic sound.
"And this is how you 'woo' girls?" she asked sceptically. "By repeating your name over and over again?"
"Minus the repeating bit, yes," Fiyero replied sulkily. Even though she made no audible response, he knew she was laughing at him – he could see it in her eyes. "The most I've ever had to say it was twice and that time was only because a train was passing as I spoke."
"And that passes for some sort of courting in Vinkus?" she asked, waving her hand derisively. "Here I was giving you the benefit of the doubt, but you really are some odd Winkie Prince, aren't you?"
"It works everywhere and on every girl I've ever met," he said assuredly, crossing his arms determinedly.
"It's just a name, Fiyero," she countered before adding consolingly, "even if it is yours." The sympathy expressed in her words was juxtaposed with her expression as she rolled her eyes drolly. "Who ever heard of peopled being seduced by a name?" she mumbled to herself.
"Not seduced, wooed," Fiyero corrected. "You, Miss. Thropp, should be quite familiar with my modes of seduction by now," he added salaciously, leaning forward to prove it so.
She pushed him away, her demand to be wooed still standing.
"Fine, I'll prove it," he said, sparked by her denial. He stood quickly, dashing over to the nearest girl and gaining her attention. As with Elphaba, he said his name once and matched it with a smile. Unlike Elphaba, the girl swooned immediately and Fiyero turned on his heel, heading back to his girlfriend now the point had been proven.
"See," he told her. "Fiyero Tiggular. It works every time."
She rolled her eyes. "You fool," she muttered, annoyance crossing her features. She didn't like the fact that he had just outright flirted with another girl in front of her, even if it was technically – well, sort of – in the name of science.
"It has nothing to do with your name," she told him moodily.
"Yes it does," Fiyero countered. "You think that would happen if I went up to her and said 'Boq the munchkin boy'? Of course not. Because his name isn't nearly as musical as mine."
"That's not his name," she retorted in defence of her friend. "And you're as wrong as a flying monkey. I'll show you exactly what happened."
She stood up to meet him, tossing her dark hair back in a Galinda like manner, looking first down at her shoes, and then back up through her black lashes. She pushed her glasses up her nose shyly with one hand and bit her lip before demurely announcing her name. "Elphaba Thropp," she said with a sweet, timid smile.
Fiyero gaped before doing the only thing he could think to do in the situation.
Elphaba just groaned as her boyfriend gave her that stupid, love struck grin she had unfortunately fallen in love with. Apparently her name could woo too.