2024 PARIS OLYMPICS ONE SHOTS

Henrik's Chocolate Muffin

Henrik's POV-

My eyes flutter open from sleep, and I groan in annoyance. Last night, I got barely any sleep on this uncomfortable cardboard bed. Why does Paris put all the athletes on beds that result in not sleep?

I have suspicions. When I first stepped over the threshold to my new room, a bag provided by the Olympic Committee was lying unopened on my bed. Curiously, I had opened it. Inside was all the normal stuff a hotel would give you, but one object caught my side attention. At the bottom of the bag were two condoms buried under everything.

Between the cardboard bed that could barely hold my weight to the cheerful condoms, my guess was that Paris was not all for love as most people make it out to be.

My annoyance is quickly covered by a gnawing ache in my stomach. I groan, sitting up in my so called bed. I quickly pull on some shoes and a shirt that had been provided for me to make my way down to the lobby where the food is.

As I run down the stairs, I see one of my Norwegian swim teammates coming up the stairs with a towel slung over his shoulder and a delicious looking chocolate muffin in his hand.

"Dude," He begins. "I was just going for a swim and then I saw these muffins. You HAVE to try one." He runs off to his room, leaving me staring blankly in the stairwell.

My stomach rumbles in answer. The muffin does look good. No, not good. SCRUMDILIUMPCIOUS. I run the rest of the way down the stairs to the lobby and then burst through the doors of the buffet, scanning the tables of food for the sacred chocolate muffin.

Once spotted, I sprint towards the muffin. I get stares from a few of the athletes in the room, but I don't care. This is true love. I choose a muffin and pick it up, not bothering with a plate. I then walk over to a booth in a dark corner of the buffet.

Now that the muffin is in my hand, I get a better look at my one true love. The muffin is not like a muffin, but a cupcake. A rich, sweet smell steams from the muffin, and a sugary chocolate ganache sits in the middle.

Mentally preparing myself, I take a bite. My mouth is filled with the most amazing taste one could ever experience. The chocolate melts in my mouth as I scarf the rest down my throat. I shoot up from my seat and back towards the buffet. I don't bother with manners, I just scoop every last chocolate muffin into my arms and bolt out of the buffet before anyone can stop me.

As I walk out the doors, I hear someone mumble "There goes the Muffin Man" from behind me, but I will be that if it means spending time with my favorite thing ever.

I think I know what those condoms are for.

Muffins POV-

IM SCARED! HELP ME! THIS GUY IS GOING TO-

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