The Royal Thief

He shouldn't doubt what Phil was going to say.

When Tommy awoke, Wilbur was still asleep, though he must've moved in his sleep seeing as he was closer than Tommy remembered him being.

Tommy poked him, no response.

He didn't want to get up, but that made two, and it was warm.

So, Tommy opened up his heart a little and let Wilbur in, wrapping his arms around the other's torso and falling back asleep as soon as he got the chance.

Not that he got to sleep for very long.

Technoblade ruined the mood.

"Get up, the cooks made breakfast,"

Tommy groaned, pressing his face closer into Wilbur's chest, waking him up in the process.

He could feel the soft chuckle that left his throat when he noticed what was going on.

"Gone soft, have you Toms?"

Tommy groaned when Wilbur went to sit up, holding him tighter.

"If I have to go to breakfast with you attached to my side, I will."

"Then do it,"

Wilbur shrugged, honestly thinking about it.

"Wilbur, don't actually do it, you're not going to be able to do it."

"Oh really, says who?"

He could practically hear the amusement in his voice.

"Me dumbass! You can't do it!''

Tommy cried out as Wilbur began to stand, moving his arms to support Tommy from below, holding him like a toddler.

Wilbur clicked his tongue.

"Guess you were wrong, Toms,"

He walked forward and out of the room, not bothering to change himself or Tommy out of the clothes they were in.

They made it to the dining room faster than Tommy thought they would, Wilbur being hardly affected by the weight on his side.

''Good morrow father, brother,''

He said loudly, glaring at Techno for, presumably, waking him and Tommy up.

"Good morning mate, have a good sleep?"

Phil gestured to Tommy, a bright smile on his face.

"It was fine, your son is a human heater,"

Wilbur laughed and Techno hummed.

"He may be warm but you've got a certain type of... heat,"

Techno played with his food, glancing at Tommy to see his reaction to what was said.

"That's weird big man,"

Tommy shoved his face into Wilbur's shoulder, hiding it from their eyes.

"You two should eat, I think Techno's getting tired of complaining,"

Phil chuckled as Wilbur pried Tommy away from him, putting him into the nearest seat to them, taking the chair next to it for himself.

Tommy whined slightly at the loss of warmth, rubbing his eyes to make them focus so he could see what was for breakfast.

Two perfectly browned sausages, a piece of toast with butter on it, and a side of hash browns that looked like they were cut fresh from the potato and thrown into the pot with a few seasonings and a handful of love.

He could see Wilbur look at him once more before digging into his food, Tommy's focus lingering on the plate.

"Eat up Toms, there's something we need to talk about after you're finished,"