The request:
Author's Notes | I'll talk about their reactions but also what I think would be the first words of each son of them ok?
Björn was preparing to leave once again. Another travel towards the Mediterranean. He gave you a kiss and a kiss on each child. However, when he turned back, the little one stretched himself in your arms, open arms towards him and a crying face.
"ADDY!"
You felt your heart into pieces and Björn stopped looking back. The little one only repeated one more time, stretching himself towards him even you were trying to hold him back.
"ADDY!! ADDY!!!"
"Björn..." you said, however, he just came back, taking the little one from your arms.
"It's fine, love... Our son is calling me" he said, smiling softly. "I can stay for one more day..."
"Say, daddy"
He was trying for days...
"Co... Coo!!" and it was the only thing she was repeating, sometimes, even nervously, as if he wasn't understanding what she was trying to say.
"No, love, Daddy" he repeated one more time and you sighed when Hvitserk came into the house.
"Love, maybe she's only..." your voice was cut when she saw Hvitserk, turned to him and opened her arms.
"CO! COO! COO! CO!!" she yelled, to what Hvitserk calmly picked up a cookie from his pocket and gave it to her, smiling.
You saw your daughter smile at him as if he was the most bright sunshine and your husband as if he was a pig, ready to be slaughtered for the dinner.
"Fuck!"
Hvitserk had kicked the damn table feet again.
"Fuck..."
Hvitserk's cookie parted and he lost a part of it on the ground.
"Fuck."
You complained Hvitserk left his wet towel over the bed once again.
"FUCK! FUCK! FU-FUCK!"
Hvitserk simply couldn't know where he would hide when you arrive home to see your son running around the entire place screaming.
"FUUCK!!"
"JEK!"
Sigurd looked at his son with wide eyes.
"What did you just said??"
"JERK!"
His eyes became even wider. And he could remember every single time he came back home complaining about Ivar...
"He's a jerk!"
"Ivar is a fucking jerk!"
"What? That jerk?"
"JERK!"
"Stop it!" he said turning himself to his soon as soon as you came into the Hall walking beside his brothers.
Ivar beside you.
Your son pointed Ivar and started out loud...
"JER..."
Sigurd placed his hand over the mouth of the little one, picking him up before the mess was completely done
"What did he say?" you asked
"Nothing. Can we talk? Privately... Please"
He was so... So fucked...
"Now, let's try again... Da-ddy" he said, patiently trying again.
Your daughter was a silent rock looking at him as attentively as an owl would do.
However, as soon as you came into the living room she opened the major of the smiles.
"MAMA!"
An entire afternoon and two weeks of training...
"Love..." you started, but Ivar just looked at you fiercely and mad
"Daddy," he said to you just as he was saying to your daughter "Da-ddy!" he repeated and you smiled.
Even the slaves would have to call him "daddy" from now on, you could bet.
Well...
You could do it for him... It wouldn't be so hard after all.