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Svensson's Family

Hey, look at that. A oneshot that isn't angst. But it does revolve around Sven, for me it's either one, the other, or both. I think I may have a problem.

This oneshot was requested by @Sapphire_Virgo7, so yeah. (Sorry it took so long to make, I was busy with other projects. Hopefully you like it!)

No triggers that I can tell. Fanart above is not mine (I wish I could draw so well TwT)

Hope y'all have an absolutely amazing day and/or night, because you deserve it, you're a wonderful person, whoever's reading this.

Catch y'all later!

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"Your father can..."

"Can you tell your dad..."

"Your dad might..."

"You remind me so much of your father..."

Henry heard phrases like this, tossed casually around every other day, but didn't understand them.

Half of the problem was because everyone else seemed to know, so he wasn't really willing to ask- he didn't want to seem ignorant or stupid.

The second half was because he couldn't just walk up to Sven- who was the one everyone talked to when they were talking about his father- and ask. He and Sven were close friends, due to being the same age and having pretty similar interests, and it would be weird to ask something like that.

But Henry was getting sick of not knowing anything. It would be kind of embarrassing to admit he didn't know something that seemed common knowledge to everyone else, but better than only understanding half of the conversation.

He walked through the rocket in search of his friend.

Sven found him rather than him finding Sven. Henry saw him and immediately groaned. He liked Sven a lot, but when Sven was in this kind of mood Henry would have to suffer through a lot of long conversations that he only half-understood. Sven had a talent for talking Henry had never seen anyone come close to matching.

Fortunately, Sven looked less in a talking mood and more in a I just found the coolest thing mood. He could be remarkably childlike sometimes, despite being one of the most intelligent men on the Toppat orbital station.

"Henry! I was just looking for you, and- c'mon I wanna show you you'll love it, c'mon!" Sven said breathlessly. He grabbed Henry by the wrist and Henry followed with bemusement as he pulled him through the rocket. 

Sven was in an excited mood- normally he refused to call Henry anything but Chief or Sir, even despite Henry asking him not to all the time.

Sven led him to the Hall of Leaders, and Henry glanced around, confused. He didn't come up here often, since the only things here were the cockpit and engine room, both places he didn't go. What-

Sven released Henry and vaulted over the railing, toward almost certain death below. Henry watched with a wary resignation.

The first time he'd seen Sven jump over the railing he'd been shocked and angry- and rightly so. The Swede was always cautioning others not to lean too far over the railing, lest a bit of odd turbulence sent them plummeting to their death. For Sven to willingly jump down that hole because according to him "taking the stairs takes too much time" had come as a shock.

Carol, who took Sven's unofficial older sister role, had said this was normal. He was always careful and took safety precautions about other people, but when it came to himself, caution could throw itself out the window for all he cared. "Reginald acts the same," She'd said with a long suffering sigh.