Lincoln sighed heavily as a crash resounded down the hall of the Loud House, he really should have expected it, every time he'd managed to get undressed, pull out his comic and comfortable, without fail, something would manage to interrupt him. He'd almost be impressed if it wasn't so frustrating.
He half considered ignoring it and continuing with his comic, he'd been wanting to get through this particular run of "The Executioner" for a while now, and it wasn't like a crash wasn't a common occurrence in the Loud house.
But of all the things Lincoln Loud was, lazy, self assured, a mamma's boy, Lincoln Loud was first and foremost a loyal brother, and if any of his younger sisters, Lucy, the twins, Lisa or heaven forbid Lily had gotten themselves hurt he'd be damned if he'd find himself doing nothing about it.
Sighing loudly and placing Issue thirteen of Rumlow Warwick's "Welcome back Hank" miniseries in it's special designated comic books sleeve, Lincoln got up to go see what was the matter, swiftly opening his cabinet and pulling out a large blue fuzzy bathrobe.
After Lola's complaint about him reading comics in his undergarments and the subsequent contest, Lincoln decided it might be worth having something more modest to cover up with when reading comic, so after a bit of shopping he'd managed to find a bathrobe from a second hand clothing shop to preserve his modesty somewhat when enjoying his comics, in this case it would suffice well enough in lieu of getting completely dressed.
"Someone better be dying out there."
He grumbled tersely, lurching through the doorway to check up on the usual suspects.
First up was Lana and Lola, His prissiest and "Earthliest" Sister, respectively. Considering how commons scuffles were between the two it was a good idea to check on them before anyone else.
Leaning next to the door and cupping his hand over his mouth to direct his voice he called out to his two younger sisters.
"Lana, Lola, you two alright?"
"We're Fine Lincoln."
They hastily replied in stereo.
Lincoln, not quite willing to take their word for it merely raised his eyebrow and listened in, catching a few random snippets of the pair's random chit-chat.
"Now if there'll be no further interruption, Madam Butterbiscuit you simply must tell me about this dashing new philanthropist you've been seen with, oh don't try to deny it I've been hearing it all around the Toybox."
"Alright Hops, just a few more runs through the obstacle course and you'll be ready for the royal woods annual amphibian derby, Let's go for the gold boy!"
Lana's statement was immediately punctuated by the sound of a bunch of small, meticulously arranged objects being bowled over, and what Lincoln could only describe as a "Defeated" croak.
Decently satisfied, the middle child of the Loud house simply shrugged and made his way over to Lisa and Lily's bedroom.
Lisa was another big contributor to the Loud house's titular volume. Day in and Day out the toddler could always be found putting in countless hours developing something, likely dangerous and explosive, in her lab.
Of course, Lincoln knew his little genius sister wasn't irresponsible, usually she did try and take the proper safety precautions when dealing with dangerous chemicals or machinery in her room.
However, whenever accidents did occur they were usually bombastic and considering Lisa shared a room with Lily, his literal baby sister, he would be wise not to take any chances.
Slowly the door creaked open as Lincoln peeked in, expecting to see Lisa hunched over large amounts of chemical and electrical equipment.
Instead he simply saw her standing in front of a chalkboard, casually pondering over a few scattered numbers that Lincoln couldn't comprehend, occasionally jotting something down.
Casting his gaze over to Lily he saw her, no worse for wear, simply chewing on her teething ring, and cooing lightly to herself.
"Lisa? you alright in here? I heard a crash."
"Your concern, though well meaning, isth misplaced dear sibling. I am in no danger, asth today I am simply preparing a few theoretical mathmatics for my laste-"
Alright, so Lisa and Lily were fine, Lincoln thought as he quietly exited the room, unbeknownst to Lisa who continued her long-winded explanation.
Lincoln tapped his chin in contemplation, with most of his older sisters gone to go see "Fry Hard Five: A good day to Fry Hard" (Aside from Lori of course who was getting ready for work) he couldn't really think of anyone else who could've made the noise.
"Maybe it was just the pipes."
As if in direct defiance of his assumption, another crash came from down the hall from Lynn and Lucy's room.
That was right, Lucy.
"Lucy, I always forget about Lucy!"
Lincoln cried out loudly as he slapped his forehead in exasperation. Quickly making for the door.
As he entered the room, Lincoln found himself surprised by how much space there was, all of Lynn's equipment and Lucy's paraphernalia seemed to have been cleared away, living a large section of empty floor which Lucy was currently lying down on clutching her knee.
"Ow, my knee."
Lucy said apathetically.
Lincoln paused briefly, wondering if that was a cry for help or simply a flat statement. Regardless he rushed over to Lucy to take a look at her Leg, lightly rolling down her striped stocking to get a good look at her knee.
A quick cursory glance revealed a light purplish bruise, plainly set against the rest of his little sisters chalky pale skin.
"Doesn't look too bad Luce' I think you'll be alright."
Lucy simply stared at him expectantly.
Sighing and rolling his eyes Lincoln leaned over and gave a small peck on her bruised Knee.
"There, all better."
This prompted a smile from the normally somber poet.
"Thanks Lincoln."
Lincoln merely continued rolling his eyes, though he couldn't help but return her soft smile. He thought about telling Lucy she's too old for him to kiss her boo-boos, but that'd probably be a bit hypocritical coming from him, and truth be told he would probably miss that kind of thing whenever his little sisters did end up growing past it.
However, while basking in the glow of another big brotherly job well done, Lincoln noticed what looked to be a light purple book with bright yellow text on it, haphazardly set out on Lucy's bed.
"What's thi-"
Almost as soon as the words left his lips, lucy zipped over and swiped the book, and, in a hustle that Lincoln had to admit made him more than a little proud, put it behind her back, dropped it, and lightly kicked it under the bed before revealing her now empty hands.
"Book? What book?"
Lincoln simply crossed his arms and raised a dubious eyebrow.
"Must have just been my imagination."
The elder brother stated dryly. Shaking his head he put on his "big brother" voice and went over to sit with with Lucy on the bed.
"Y'know, you don't have to lie to me, you know better than anyone I can keep a secret."
"Sigh...I guess you have a point."
She stated, remembering the "princess pony" incident.
Kneeling down, she rummaged underneath her bed, quickly pulling out the book, which Lincoln could now clearly see said "Dance moves for dunces."
"The poetry cafe I hang out at is hosting a dance. I wanted to ask Rocky to it, so I've been trying to learn how to dance."
The white haired boy simply smiled and patted Lucy on the shoulder.
"Y'know Rocky probably won't care if you don't know how to-"
"I care!"
The goth interrupted loudly, causing Lincoln to jump in surprise. Granted Lucy startling him was nothing new, but he wasn't used to her having an outburst like this.
Almost immediately she seemed regretful, quickly casting her head downwards to avoid her big brothers gaze.
"I'd...I'd just like it if I could really get it right, maybe that way I could get to be the center of attention for once."
She mumbled, her crestfallen tone hitting Lincoln like a sack full of bodybuilding bricks. He could definitely see what she was getting at, especially since he'd all but forgotten about her earlier.
"Well, how's it panning out for you?"
Sighing, or at least tiredly uttering the word "Sigh" again, Lucy stepped forward and stood up.
Getting into a shaky wide stance, Lucy swung her arms, and attempted to do what Lincoln guessed was supposed to be shimmy, though it lacked any sort of direction almost looking like a series of rhythmic squats.
At one point in mid-squat she'd attempted to step one of her legs back and quickly kick off for a spin, Unfortunately she merely managed to lose her balance and started falling backwards, letting out a yell that could only be described as "Monotone".
Luckily, Lincoln figured her stance might falter,and was ready and moved to catch her before she felt to the ground.
Surprised she hasn't felt the sharp sting of the ground once again, Lucy looked up to see her brother, giving his usual confident smile down at her.
"Love that ambition spooky, but you're missing a few steps to bring it all together."
"How do you know exactly?"
At this, Lincoln's grin quickly shifted from "Confident" to "Smug" as he explained in a somewhat self-assured voice.
"Oh, well y'know rocking out with Luna, playing dance games, raw talent, that sorta thing."
Lucy merely grumbled something inaudible. He was fairly certain he heard the words "Smug" in there, but he was willing to ignore it.
"Look, if you don't mind it taking up a few days, I wouldn't mind helping you learn."
"Well, I guess I can take some time out of staring into the abyss, what did you have in mind?"
Reaching into his pocket, Lincoln pulled out a small wad of coupons with the name "Gus's games and grub" printed on them.
"How about I tell you on the way?"