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Author's Notes | I hope you enjoy it, babe! Thanks for the request!
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⁑ Warnings: Some angst, some cursing.
Björn would be utterly pissed off... with his wife!
He's fully angry because she's laughing and really has a large chance to leave the house for a time to get his head clean. But not before really acting like a total jerk indeed, clapping and looking ironically at his wife's face...
"Laughing is a pretty good way to teach her how funny is this shit she's doing. Just like this, wife. Keep laughing! Give her a cookie and let's see how long will this joke be funny."
Ubbe crosses his arms, serious, ignoring his wife's laughs and making clear to his child whatever she's doing, it's not right and he's not happy. And his words sound for both wife and kid.
"That's not my name, that's not how you call your father. Dad is disappointed. On both of you."
Hvitserk's expression shows such a visible sadness that even his wife would stop laughing when noticing it.
"Yeah, yeah. Glad it's funny for someone."
Sigurd gets surprised, but sighs. He can recognize it's his own fault after all.
"Shi–poop. I shouldn't be cursing so much in front of you, should I?"
Ivar closes such a pissed expression that his child stops speaking, getting immediately she said something wrong. His expression lightly relaxes with the silence, but he sits in front of the child, determined to set things up at once.
"Good. Now let us do it the right way *points his chest* Dad. Repeat."
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