To be Claimed by Her

Bonus Chapter 7

Prank Wars

Owen's POV

"Luke!" North's voice roared down the halls. "Where the fuck are my boxers?" We all burst out into laughter as North stormed into the room wearing a pair of bright pink boxers that said Fairy Fucker in glittery block letters across the ass.

Marc, Luke, and Loki burst out in snorts and hoots as they fell to the floor laughing, "Oh damn, that was too easy," Luke said, drying his eyes. "You do realize you could have gone commando to ask us that, right brother?"

Loki snapped his fingers, a large stack of pants appearing in his hands, "Not really," he smirked, making the room melt in laughter again. North yelled and charged at the three who just laughed and vanished.

Eveleen stepped up next to North, inspecting his shorts, "Well, they're not wrong, mo chosantóir," she giggled, "I even have a daughter to help prove it."

He rolled his eyes at her, snatching her up in his arms, "You encourage them too much. I swear if I could die, it would be at the hands of one of their pranks," he grumbled. All of our heads swung to the hallway when we heard a piercing scream coming from Gabe and Victor's room. We ran toward the sound and stopped in our tracks.

"Little wolf, make them stop!" Gabe whined as he tugged at his clothes. He was wearing a very plain, black suit with no accessories or even a hint of color. He tore the clothes off and grabbed another outfit, that magically transformed into the same plain suit once he was dressed. "I swear by the All-father I'm going to skin you three!" he yelled toward the door.

Victor grunted, "I'll help," as he stepped out of the closet looking like a palette of paint had been spilled on his clothing. His normally starch white shirt was now a loud neon green with giant blue spirals, and his pants made golf pants look calm with their zigzag patterns. "All of our clothes have been cursed."

"Tesoro, they do seem to have gotten a bit out of control as of late," I said, "Perhaps we need to have some kind of intervention." Her eyes gleamed wildly as she began to rub her hands together. "What are you plotting, love?" I asked. Eveleen's pranks could be just as outlandish as the trio's.

She smiled sweetly, "Why mo chroí, what makes you think I'm plotting?" She batted her eyelashes innocently as she headed toward the door. "I'll be back shortly, my loves."

"I think you just created a monster, Owen," Sean said, shaking his head. I think he might be right.

Eveleen's POV

So they want a prank war, huh? Oh, they won't even know what hit them, I laughed to myself. I headed straight to Erica's. Then we called in the reinforcements - Cailleach, Odin, Jessica, and Phil.

Phil just kept staring at Odin. "Boy, are you going to ask or just keep gawking?" Odin boomed. The poor man sputtered as the god began laughing. "Oh, Callie, I like him already." Phil's cheeks flushed as she placed a kiss on them. "Sorry, boy, I'm not your patron, but then again, neither is she." He gave her a sly look, "You really gonna keep him in the dark?"

"She'll tell him when she's ready," Cailleach smiled.

"Wait, what?" Phil stammered, "I have a patron? But, but I'm not even magical?"

Odin laughed, "Neither were the rest of them to start off with."

Ben and Erica exchanged a look, "Um, we should probably focus before one of the boys decides to get curious."

"Good point," I said and placed a magical barrier over the room. I knew Loki could break it, but he'd have to trigger the warning spell to do it. "So we need a way to get those three under control. While I love my men, they are getting a bit out of hand lately. It's like they're having a second childhood bender or something."