Just a short one shot.
Klaus crossed his arms and glared at the lousy human boy in front of him. The fool wasn't smart enough to be afraid; he didn't even bother to look at Klaus in the eyes.
"Alright you little punk," Klaus snarled. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
The boy shook his head and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, he was chewing something. Klaus' eyes narrowed.
"I would start talking if I were you. What did you do with my daughter?"
"Nothing," the boy murmured.
"Really? That's not what she said."
The boy's face was turning red.
"She forced me," he muttered and pouted his lips.
"What?" Klaus snarled.
"She chased me and pushed me on the ground, I didn't want to kiss her."
"Oh, so my daughter isn't good enough for you?" Klaus asked venomously.
"I don't like girls," the boy replied. "They're yucky and they have germs."
"How dare you?" Klaus growled. "My daughter doesn't have…germs. And how dared you to shove her."
"She took my car," the boy complained. "She said that I should give it to her because we're going to get married, but I don't want to marry her, she's too bossy."
"Now listen, you little maggot…"
"I want my mommy," the boy pouted.
"Your mommy isn't here, so you better grow up and take responsibly for your actions."
The boy looked confused; he stared at Klaus and tilted his head.
"First of all you will apologize to Hope," Klaus ordered.
"But I don't wanna," the boy pouted. "What if she forces me to kiss her again?"
"What a horrible fate would that be," Klaus snorted. "Stop whining and man up!"
"I'm 5," the boy complained.
"So what, when I was your age, I could already use a sword."
The boy's face brightened, he looked excited.
"Really? Cool!"
Klaus rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. My point is this, if you ever hurt my daughter, I will…"
"Wyatt!" Hope cheered and ran to them.
"Stop it," the boy demanded when Hope wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek.
"I love you," she sighed. "I love him, daddy."
"That's nice, sweetheart," Klaus muttered and gave the boy a warning look.
"Come on," Hope said and took the boy's hand. "You need to build us a home."
"But I don't wanna," he complained.
"It's your duty," Hope scolded. "You're my boyfriend."
"Fine, but can I have my car back?"
"We'll see."
Determinedly she dragged the pouting boy back to the playground. Klaus crossed his arms and observed them. He wasn't pleased, but a part of him felt pride. Hope certainly was her father's daughter.
