Prologue One: Feil
Tino jumped up from his cooking (experimenting), which had landed Peter in the Emergency Room more than once, as he heard the soft tapping on his front door. He turned to Berwald, who gave him a nod and proceeded to open the door, only to see a small boy staring up at him, he sighed as he led the boy inside his house,
"Did your father get drunk again?" The boy nodded, tears welling up in his deep blue eyes, his wild blond hair blowing into his face. The child gripped at the small axe in his hand tighter than usual, he looked up at Tino and said in a small voice with a thick Danish accent,
"Aunty Tino…? Why won't Mor let me into his home?" Tino looked down at the boy, "whenever I go to his house he throws me out…and the trolls that smell nice hurt me yesterday, will you kiss it better?" Tino smiled, Feil was exactly like his father. Whether he liked it or not, Feil was 99% Matthias and 1% Lukas.
"Feil, darling, your mother just has a lot on his mind. Don't worry too much, okay?" Tino smiled warmly at his nephew, kissing where he said it hurt, the tears starting to fall from Feil's big, blue eyes –clouded with sadness, turning the same color as his mom's. That same quiet voice spoke again,
"Aunty Tino, I'm going to sleep now, okay? Far woke me up early today and I'm tired now." Feil rubbed at his eyes and yawned as he curled up into a ball on Tino and Berwald's couch. Tino gave Feil a small smile, kissing him on the forehead, as he watched him drift off into sleep. He knew for certain that Feil would be dreaming of none other than his 'Mor' Lukas. The small boy rolled around on the oddly comfortable couch, smiling to himself widely –immersed in his land of dreams. Tino's violet eyes lit up as he watched the little boy sleep so soundly. He ran a hand through his own light blond hair and walked back to the kitchen to continue experimenting for tomorrow's breakfast.
Feil dreamt of the greatest thing his young mind could think of, curling up in his mor's lap while the man whispered stories about the past to him lovingly –how he met Feil's Far, about when he was younger with Uncle Emils, and stories of the days when there were Vikings. He knew that this would probably never become a reality, but it never hurt to hope was what Far always told him. The boy sighed happily in his sleep…
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Feil awoke to the strange smells of Finnish foods (at least, that was what he thought they were) coming from the kitchen, with his cousins lying by his feet. He vaguely remembered kicking Peter in the face and hearing a stifled scream. The elder boy screamed at him,
"Jerk! That hurt a lot, meanie!" Feil's eyes shot open and he glared down at his feet, causing the smaller of the two children at his feet to cry; he groaned and retorted rudely,
"It's not my fault that your face was in the way!" Feil screamed back at Peter before yelling for Tino, "Aunty Tino, Peter's screaming at me and Omi's crying!" Before he knew it, Tino rushed out into the living room and snatched his daughter off the couch,
"Shhh, pikku enkeli, please stop crying. Mommy is here for you." He smiled weakly at the crying girl, "do you want to spend the day with Eduard and Raivis? Will that make you feel better?" The small girl, who was the carbon copy of her father Berwald, nodded and wiped away at her tears. The Fin walked off quickly into the bathroom to clean up his daughter, he giggled as he pulled her long, blond hair into little pigtails. Behind him, Berwald shuffled out of their bedroom, he nodded at his wife and daughter as he made his way to the kitchen where Tino had created God knows what, he ignored the food and continued out to the living room where the two boys sat.
Feil and Peter continued to argue with each other on the couch until Berwald came and broke them apart; pulling Peter off the couch and into his arms silently. The little Danish-Norwegian boy pouted, wanting much more attention for himself. The little boy wrinkled his nose, smelling something strange coming from the kitchen. I think Aunty Tino is making weird food again… I should go home so I don't have to eat any of it. Soon, an idea popped into his head, the idea of sneaking his way into his mor's home. He snickered quietly, grabbed his axe, and walked out the door. The boy jumped a foot in the air when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder; he turned around slowly and blinked back tears. Staring down at him was none other than his Uncle Berwald, he stifled a scream.
"Uncle Berwald," he tried to explain, "I wanted to go see Mor before I went home to take care of Far." He put on a fake smile, trying to convince his dear uncle. Berwald could tell that the boy was lying, but he just nodded and walked away with Peter in his arms. Feil waved at them from the doorstep, saying loudly,
"Tell Aunty Tino that I'll probably be back tonight!" He laughed obnoxiously loud, similar to his 'Far' Matthias, as he ran away from the house and towards his favorite place on earth: the Bondevik residence, where none other than his mor lived.
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Sneaking into Lukas' home was hard, especially when his favorite trolls guarded the perimeter of his home, just waiting for a little boy like Feil to wander up. Feil heard the familiar violin music in the air surrounding his mother's home, he smiled widely to himself imagining his Mor's deft movements inside, playing the violin with skill. ((Understand my reference? You get a cookie if you do.)) Feil tried his hardest not to be enraptured in the melodies that came from the violin, but found it almost impossible to do so. He stood rooted to the ground in front of the window of his mother's bedroom, violin music cascading out and filling him with warmth. Suddenly the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla wafted in his direction, the little boy jumped forward quickly before he was picked up by a perfume troll of his mother's and carried into the house. Feil took in every detail of his mother's home, the wallpaper that he disliked the color of, the carpet that still had the muddy footprints from his last attempt at sneaking in, and the furniture that he longed to curl up on. The music stopped abruptly, in the middle of Feil's favorite song, and he felt his heart skip a beat.
"What do you want? Why are you here?" Lukas' cold and unfeeling voice carried down the hall and rang in the little boy's ears. Feil tried his hardest to speak, but his words came out choked and quiet.
"M-Mor…I wa-wanted to see you; because I l-love you," Feil responded slowly. "Why do you always tell me to leave…? Why don't you love me, Mor?" The boy looked up expectantly at Lukas, waiting for a reply. Looked up into those same frosty dull blue eyes that caught his interest so often, he watched the man before him. Lukas walked into the hallway, straightening the shirt to his sailor outfit on the way out. Feil loved the way his mom looked, the way his hair was clipped to the side with the Nordic cross, the color of his eyes, and the floating curl that he himself had inherited. The look in Lukas' eyes was both tortured and frustrated,
"Because," Lukas started quietly, his words came out strong and clear, "because you were a mistake." The man turned his gaze away from the big, blue eyes that were filling up with tears, "Go home to your Daddy, Feil." With that, Lukas slowly led Feil to the door and shooed him out, stating plainly, "Mommy hates you."
Quick Translation (According to my good friend Google Translate):
Feil = Mistake in Norwegian
Mor = Mother in Norwegian and Danish
Far = Father in Norwegian and Danish
Pikku enkeli = Little angel in Finnish
Let me mention something relatively important: if it's in Italics, it's going on inside of minds.
Yo, bros! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Feil~! My friend who proofread the first chapter said it was depressing, so I'll work on a not so depressing next chapter.
Allow me to explain some very confusing details, since this is loosely based off an RP I have with my pals. So...Feil is Lukas and Matthias' kid (no duh) and Omi is Berwald and Tino's kid (because we love mpreg.) Also, Feil walks everywhere because his parents honestly don't give a shit where he is. The rest will, hopefully, be explained in time. If anything still confuses you, then you should message me and I'll try my best to explain it for you. :P
School is starting on...Thursday. Stupid school, you're going to make updating FanFictions harder...!
