Henrik Mikaelson's Return.

Home.

Henrik already decided he hated this new world. Everything was too different for his liking. Almost as if nothing of his time had remained the same.

"New Orleans is quite beautiful, isn't it?" Freya commented. To stir up a conversation. The boy had been quiet for the past twenty minutes.

"It's big. Is that what we call our town now? New Orleans." Henrik asked.

"This isn't a town it's a city."

"What's a city?" Henrik asked another question.

"It's like a town but only a lot bigger," Keelin explained.

"Oh. How far am I from home?"

"Just another five minutes."

"Ma is going to kill me," Henrik commented. He hated having a mother who was a witch. Witches have practically endless possible means of delivering all kinds of punishments with magic.

"I don't think you have to worry about Esther," Freya said.

"My brothers. They're not fighting over you like they do with Tatia are they?" Henrik questioned. The boy couldn't put up with that drama not as he has done for the past couple of years. The witch had to fight not to express her horrified reaction to the boy's question. She couldn't blame the boy for an innocent question in his mind his eldest sister is long since dead. But still, the thought of being in love with one of her brothers in a romantic sense made her want to throw up! 

"No. We're just good friends." Freya told Henrik. The trio then turned another corner and stood on the street opposite the Mikaelson Compound. Henrik was taken back at the sight that couldn't be his new home. He has never seen anything like that before.

"That can't be my home."

"It is now," Freya said with a smile. The boy didn't make any expression. He was tired and just wanted to get his scolding over with before going to bed. The three then crossed the street and entered the compound. Did his father obtain a lot of wealth during his sleep? 

"I thought mama would be waiting up for me. Or she would have sent her ravens to lead me back home." Henrik replied. 

"Her ravens went on strike." Keelin joked.

"Strike?" Henrik frowned.

"Never mind," Keelin said.

"Why don't I show you to your room? You can deal with your mother and father tomorrow." Freya suggested. Henrik started to think that the witch wasn't so bad after all. She was going to help him escape a lecture from his parents or Finn. She must be a gift from the gods. 

"I guess." Henrik responded. 

The witch led the boy upstairs. He was baffled as to why someone would want two separate floors in their homes. What was wrong with having home be just one floor? Keelin followed closely behind the other two. Freya took him into the guest room. The room was nothing special in all honestly. It had the essentials a bed, a dresser and a small bedside table. Alright, his father must have someone how gained a vast amount of wealth. 

"This can't be mine. I share with my brothers." Henrik told Freya. The eldest Mikaelson walked over to the bed and pulled back the duvet. 

"It is now things change," Freya replied. Henrik approached the bed carefully and laid down. Before, Freya tucked him in. Henrik rested his head against the pillow. He was neither uncomfortable nor comfortable somewhere in between. He longed for the day where he could sleep in his own quarters. But now he had his own space he found himself missing his siblings' presence. Pathetic and he would never admit it he told himself.

"Night." Henrik yawned.

"Night." Freya said back. She was tempted to brush away a stray strand of hair away from his face. Or to plant a kiss on his forehead. But she doubted that Henrik would respond well to that. To him, Freya was a stranger who brought him home nothing else. Freya waited until the boy started to fall asleep before she left the room. Keelin was stood at the door.

It was refreshing for Keelin to see Freya not so uptight or focused. On the next enemy who wanted to destroy her family. The wolf always knew that Freya had a way with children. But it was different actually seeing it. 

"How are you going to break the news tomorrow?" Keelin asked.

"I have no idea. What matters right now is that he's home." Freya answered.