Sufficient to say he had not expected such an awakening that morning when he had first opened his eyes of reluctant willpower. The little Minx, however, served to surprise him by the majority.
"Niklaus you-wanker Mikaelson, your British ass is going to be down here within five minutes or a bucket of freezing water will be your rude awakening!"
He had appreciated her word choice, the amusing way she had taken to adapting to the name-calling he received from his sister. But her arrival was moreso welcomed than any amount of words he'd ever heard.
Without responding he did well to follow the shouted instructions, briefly pulling pants over his nudity with all intention of "forgetting" a shirt. After taking his time with walking down the stairs only to tease her, he was abruptly grabbed –around the hoops on his jean-ish pants- and roughly tossed to the couch. His amused smile he wore since hearing her disappeared when he looked up to find her stern glare replying to him. Despite, he still enjoyed himself in teasing more.
"Technically I'm Viking, but by all means, continue, love. It's wonderful to see you, by the way, as much as New Orleans is far from where I first want to show you."
Caroline was in no mood for introductory crap, which she clearly demonstrated in beginning her rant. "You know how much your sister is right; Narcissistic, backstabbing, Hybrid son of a bitch. You bite your brother, your brother, and you have the self-righteousness to enjoy yourself the next morning. You dagger all of your siblings, kick Kol out of the fun, and still threaten Hayley who was putting up with your families Original crap to grow your child."
By now Klaus had a comprehending expression, darting his gaze back and forth between her and different sections of the carpeted floor. The question of how she came to this knowledge not reaching until a while later. "Love, pl-"
"No, shut up and let me rant! You're going to find Elijah, who has stuck by your selfish tantrums and feed him your blood. Then find Rebekah and have a bloody heart to heart with her, at least, for the love of God, get past your own way and apologize-"
"Stop, Caroline, you have no right to barge into my home and order me around. I do not need to be lectured by a Baby Vampire-"
"Like hell you don't, and you bet your ass I'm gonna leave here with you still in your hissy-fit. Get upstairs, put a shirt over your tempting chest, and find your siblings to fix your mistake."
He stared at her again, but Caroline prided herself with knowing she had earned a don't-dare-fucking-disobeying-look from her mom. He pursed his lips for a moment before pulling himself up from the couch and flashing up the stairs.
A smug smile played away on her lips and the blonde dialed a phone number while walking into the kitchen. "A good shout was all he needed."…"No, not daggered or hurt."…"Looking forward to seeing you, too, Kol."