Mrs Mikaelson One Shots

Breakfast With A Twist

(A/N: A few people requested more Henrik and Maxon content so here you go and this chapter is probably as close to smut as you'll get from me. Hope you enjoy. XxD)

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The bowl of cereal Henrik was eating clattered to the floor as he walked into the kitchen to see a sight that genuinely scared him.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" he exclaimed as he saw his parents laughing at the dining table with none other than the witch he'd been sleeping with for the last few weeks as they ate breakfast. "I thought you left," he said to Maxon who was reclined in his chair with a plate of bacon, eggs, pancakes and beignets, naturally.

"Well, I was hungry so you can understand why I came to the kitchen and I interrupted your parents who were having breakfast," Maxon explained.

"Oh, please. You were a welcome interruption, Max," Isa smiled her hand joined with her husband's across the table.

"Max? Did I enter an alternate universe? How long was I asleep? You've never acted this friendly with mine or Hope's partners before."

"Well, the people you chose to bring home before were nowhere near as interesting as Maxon here," Nik replied as he gestured to the witch who gasped as he pleased a hand on his heart.

"Nik, you're too kind," he blushed, making the couple chuckle. 

His father was very protective over his children and it took a long time before he approved of a suitor addressing him by his nickname. And considering that Maxon had been sitting there for maybe an hour at most and was already calling his father 'Nik' was wildly concerning to Henrik for numerous reasons. 

"Henrik, baby, sit down and join us. We'll get one of the chefs to clean up that mess later," his mother invited as she began to dish out a plate of food for him.

"Oh, allow me," Maxon said as he waved his hand, almost reversing time as the milk and cereal were lifted off the carpet and back into the bowl that glued itself together, the spoon being the last thing to be put back into place before Maxon magically moved the bowl onto the table. "Come sit, babes," he called as he pulled out the chair next to him and tapped the seat.

"This still doesn't feel real," Henrik muttered as he did so, Maxon taking the filled plate of food from Isa as he set it down in front of the dazed boy. "What were you even talking about?"

"It started off with what we all had in common," Nik explained as Maxon reached up to pinch Henrik's cheek.

"Our wee little tribrid," he cooed before Henrik pushed him off and they all chuckled.

"But then the conversation divulged into a multitude of other topics. You picked a good one if your father can engage in a conversation with him and not want to stake himself," his mother continued.

"I wouldn't know," Henrik said and instantly the mood in the room soured as a hint of awkwardness set in.

"Why don't we give them a moment to themselves, love?" Nik asked as he turned to her.

"Breakfast in bed?" she asked as she moved to stand and lift her plate only for her husband to beat her to it.

"You read my mind. I've been wanting to do a new portrait of you anyways."

Isa laughed as they began to head towards the door.

"You want to paint a portrait of everything I do. I assure you, my love, that a painting of me eating breakfast in bed will appeal to nobody," she said as she pushed the door open with her back and held it for Nik to walk through as he raised his brows, a mischievous smirk on his face.