Björn rubbed his brows frustratedly at the sight of his mattress. His quilted comforter had been pulled down to the foot of the bed and the mattress was filled with holes. Countless feathers were left lingering over the milky colored fabric, and more feathers were escaping onto the rug beneath the four poster bed.
"Ah, Björn, your mother and I forgot to mention-."
"That he twins had quite the party in my room? On my bed? I just seen it."
His father appeared in Björn's open doorway nude and only covering his indecency with a towel. He furrowed his brows at his son, glancing between him and his bed that was littered with feathers that would float into the air with the slightest disturbance. Eskil seemed unsure of what to say as he stood visibly uncomfortable with his lack of attire.
"It's fine, I'll take care of it tomorrow." Björn sighed, pulling the comforter over the feathery mess. "You can go back to tending to Mother now."
He watched as a blush spread across his fathers cheeks. The eldest of all dragons rarely blushed or felt embarrassed by any of his actions, but when his children caught him in an indecent act: that alone could embarrass him. "Ah, good night then Björn. We'll talk again in the morning."
Björn nodded, stripping himself from his shirt as his father closed the door to his room. He heard footsteps move hurriedly from his room to his parents, and the creak of the door before hearing his mother giggle.
"You went out there like that?" she laughed.
"By the time I realized we'd forgotten to tell him what the twins had done, well there was no time to dress myself appropriately." Eskil hissed in a sharp whisper.
"There's always time for trousers." Björn said loudly, loud enough that both his parents could hear. In return his mother erupted with laughter and he could only imagine his father wanting to bury his face beneath their blankets.
Björn walked once more around the room, blowing brief puffs of air past his lips to extinguish the candles he'd only lit momentarily before.
He laid down on top of the comforter, watching as the feathers leapt into the air around him from any crevasse that the blankets couldn't cover and contain them. He closed his eyes, his fingers laced behind his head. Despite the day's activities, he did not feel at all tired. It was nice to be home, he relished that. To be with his family after a long period of being away made him feel content, relaxed.
Ah.
Relaxed, yes, he felt relaxed.
Oh… yes.
He tightened his eye lids, perhaps he did feel tired after all. Maybe he should go to sleep he thought.
Mmn, more. Touch me just like that.
Perhaps he could convince Knut to perform the Svefnthorn, an effective sleeping spell on him? He surely wouldn't have any issues sleeping then.
"Woman! I've told you not to put your finger in there!"
Björn inhaled sharply at his fathers unexpected choice of words, and with the sudden intake of air, one of the feathers still floating midair took the opportunity to lodge itself in the back of his throat. He choked, clutching his throat and coughing until he was able to spit the blasted thing out. Catching his breath, he glared at the doorway that was still shut, "I'd like to think you're not trying to kill me!" He sighed once more after hearing his mother burst into another fit of laughter, and so he rolled over onto his stomach with a disgruntled groan.
It was nice to be home.