The Prince of Mystic Falls

72. Soccer

Pairing: Elijah/Henrik (M/m) paddle

Klaus was glad to be home. He was in his quarters unpacking when he heard a knock.

"Come in," Klaus called.

"Hey Dad," Matt said sheepishly.

"Son, come here. Let me look at you again," Klaus said hugging Matt to him again. He had greeted everyone when he got home from New Orleans last night, but was hoping to be able to spend some time alone with his sons today.

"Ah Dad, I think I probably look exactly the same. Well, maybe not my, you know," Matt said indicating his backside,"after Alaric tore it up last night." Matt felt an itch and some tenderness, but nothing like last evening. If he felt like he had after Alaric had taken his belt to him last night, he would have broken down and begged for blood right now from his father.

Klaus cringed, "Oh Matthew, your uncle told me about that. I am proud of you for accepting the consequences, but no more of that alright? And no, you're not in more trouble with me, I think we will try that tutoring center though, hmm?" Klaus had given his permission for Alaric to deal with Matt last night as he saw fit, but he really didn't care for his harsh methods. After Klaus took his belt to Tyler for planning that party on the full moon that one time, he didn't think he could ever use it again. Not on his boys. He cringed at the thought of Matt getting the belt, but he knew Elijah said the boy had been tearing himself up with guilt and remorse. He seemed fine now.

Matt was relieved, "Yeah, thanks, Dad. I didn't want you to have to come home and whup me again. I ain't even going to think about cheating again or slacking off, I swear."

"My sweet boy," Klaus said holding his head in his hands and kissing his forehead, "I missed you so much. Now, go to school. We'll all do something this weekend together."

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Freya went in to see if Henrik and Finn were up. They stirred a little, but we still asleep. Elijah had told her about how they wanted him to be "their" father. She had mixed feelings. Her father Mikael was still out there, he was their father, too. At one time, he was her hero. After Dahlia took her, for years she was convinced that her father with his mighty sword, Rawthul, that he named after her hair, would rescue her from that witch. He never came. Instead, it seems, he was terrorizing the rest of his family, now her family. She supposed he had no right to these younger boys anymore. She couldn't imagine anyone hurting them. She got the impression that Mikael at times was violent toward them all, but saved his special hatred toward Niklaus. How could he? Dahlia had made Freya a prisoner, but Freya knew Dahlia was a touch afraid of her power. She, the first born daughter, wielded a great deal of magic, but Niklaus had been powerless against the angry Viking warrior, a child. Finn stirred in his sleep. No, the only defense Niklaus had possessed against Mikael been his siblings.

"Freya, you're back," Henrik said, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Yes, honey, I am. Were you a good boy when I was away?" she smiled, going over to kiss him.

"Yeah, well, sort of. What did you bring me?" Henrik pressed, gripping her arm and bouncing on the bed."

"You'll find out later. Now, hush, you'll wake up,-" Freya started.