Henrik Mikaelson's Return.

Breakfast.

Henrik wasn't sure how long, he was asleep. But when he woke up, he was sure he hadn't slept long enough. He wanted to go straight back to sleep. However, he knew at some point one of his siblings would force him out of bed. So he got out of the bed and left the room. To his surprise, he sees his siblings except for Freya outside his 'room'. 

"Morning," Henrik said as his eyes locked onto his older siblings. Since Mikael and Esther were apparently away dealing with some business. He knew it was either Finn or Elijah who would dish out his punishment. So the boy prayed to the gods for it to be Elijah to be the one to issue the punishment. Henrik while he thought Elijah had his intimidating moments always thought the second eldest son had nothing on Finn. When it came to handing out punishments.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" The older Mikaelsons asked.

"Like I died," Henrik answered just then he noticed his siblings grew pale. 

"This is the first time. You've been awake in what feels like a thousand years." Rebekah said.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. I think it's time for breakfast."

"Can't I just drink something and go back to bed? I think I'm sick." Henrik questioned. Elijah shook his head.

"I'll be back in a minute." Rebekah said as she left her fellow Originals and baby brother. She made her way down to the kitchen to speak to the Viking Witch.

"Where is she going?"

"I'm not sure," Klaus said.

The kitchen door was already open allowing more ventilation. So Rebekah didn't have to bother to open the door. Freya was busy slicing melons, apples and bananas. 

"Henrik thinks he's sick. Something must have gone wrong." The Original sister said in a blunt manner. She didn't see the point in sugar-coating it.

"That is a possibility..." Freya started.

"Fix it." Rebekah interrupted. 

"Or he needs time to adjust to our world again. My spell took a lot out of me. I expect it took a lot out of him also." Freya finished her sentence. The witch could understand Rebekah's concern, but still, her siblings needed to learn when and when not to interrupt another. 

"Why? He didn't perform the spell?" Rebekah questioned.

"I didn't just resurrect him, Rebekah. I had to restore his body cell by cell. And pull his soul from whatever afterlife dimension he was in. And restore his soul's connection to his body. His body might just need time to grow stronger." Freya explained.

"For how long?"

"I won't know until I can examine him," Freya told her little sister.

"Lovely." Rebekah sighed. Her baby brother hated being sick and wasn't a good patient in the slightest.

Sometime after Freya and Rebekah's talk. The Mikaelsons sat down for breakfast. Henrik didn't expect the breakfast to be an awkward affair. In the past, it was only awkward if Mikael was present. But since he was mostly away fighting breakfast tended to be civil and rather peaceful. Henrik was certain he has never seen this amount of food on a table before in his life.

"What kind of food is this?" Henrik questioned.

"Nothing special. All of it is good." Rebekah told the boy.

"May I be excused, Finn?" Henrik questioned.

"No. You may not." Finn answered quickly.

"I'm really not hungry. I just wanna sleep." 

Finn the firstborn son and second oldest got out of his seat. Picked up a bowl and filled it with different kinds of fruit. Then walked over to Henrik and placed the bowl in front of the boy. Before he knelt down and whispered something in Henrik's ear. The boy looked at Finn with a mortified expression.

"You wouldn't," Henrik whispered.

"I will. If you don't eat and drink by the time, I count to three brother." Finn whispered back.

"One."

"Finn." Henrik interrupted.

"Two."

"I'm not hungry brother." Henrik told his brother.

"Th..."

"Fine, you win." Henrik interrupted. Before he picked up a small piece of fruit and ate it.

"Good boy," Finn said before, he planted a kiss on Henrik's forehead.

"EW! I hate kisses on my forehead." Henrik complained.