Lukas could hear yelling coming from inside the house before he even opened his car door. Making a mental note to never leave his boyfriend alone with Emil ever again, he grabbed the take-out bags and hesitantly approached the front door. With no free hands left to dig his keys out of his pocket, he jammed the doorbell with his elbow.

The yelling paused for a few seconds, so he hit the doorbell again. "I'm home!" He called, wondering if it was too late to just get back into the car and leave again. Before he could turn around he heard footsteps: faint at first, but quickly pounding louder and closer to him.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. He could hear the two of them giggling behind the door. "Let me in, Mathias," he drawled, shifting the bags in his arms.

A tiny hand poked out of the mail slot followed by a pair of bright blue eyes. "What's the password?" Emil taunted.

Lukas stared at him blankly. "I have food. I also have the power to call mom and dad right now and tell them about this."

The mail slot shut with a snap and the door was flung open. Before him was a mess - toys were scattered on the floor, pillows strewn across the room, and glitter and paper thrown on everything. In the middle of it all stood Mathias and Emil, both of them wearing strange costumes and carrying toy battleaxes. At closer inspection, he saw that Mathias even had a fur rug draped across his shoulders.

The great oaf flashed him a haughty smile. "I am the mighty Eirik Ale-Drinker, and this is the bold Onmund Puffin-Tamer. Who is this who dares venture into the homeland of the Vikings?"

Not again. Lukas sighed. "Lukas Bondevik, master of this household and keeper of the food; who, I might mention, will be keeping all of this food until you two clean up all of this." He nodded to mounds of clutter around them.

Lukas watched as the pair eyed him steadily, then turned to confer with each other privately. After a few seconds of whispering, they straightened up. "Okay. We bid thee welcome, Lukas Bonde-viking," Emil replied as Mathias reached for the take-out bags.

Lukas held the bags out of reach. "Nope, you two have to clean up first. You can keep that viking armor on, though." he said, noting their crestfallen faces.

Two hours, a large amount of complaining and three tasty meals later, Mathias, Emil, and Lukas found themselves lying on the living room floor. Emil was fast asleep, snuggled up with his Puffin plushie and sucking his thumb under a thick Scooby Doo blanket that Lukas had laid over him. Mathias was flopped down on his belly in exhaustion and Lukas was spreadeagle on his back, fighting his drooping eyelids.

Lukas ran his fingers gently through his brother's snowy white hair. "He's never going to shut up about the Vikings now," he murmured. He turned on his side to face his boyfriend. "But he did seem to have a lot of fun."

Mathias rolled over, awkwardly scooted his body closer to him and took Lukas's left hand. "You have to admit that I'm definitely the coolest babysitter ever," he whispered, a lazy smile filling his face.

Lukas picked a stray piece of glitter out of Mathias's hair, letting his hand rest delicately on his cheek. "Hmm. 8/10 for getting him to sleep, but minus points for making a mess."

Mathias stuck his tongue out for a few seconds before relaxing his face, taking Lukas's hand from his cheek and gently kissing it. "This was fun. Emil's a really cool kid."

"He is. He likes you a lot, too. I think that he looks up to you," Lukas admitted. "Thanks for doing this for us."

Mathias propped himself up on his elbow. He snaked an arm around Lukas's back and leaned down for a long, sweet kiss. "We could have this one day, you know. A nice little house, a cute kid, playdates and naptime every afternoon..." Mathias mused against his lips.

"We're only 16, it's too early to think about having kids yet," Lukas replied, nuzzling his face against Mathias's warm chest. Even as the words left his mouth he couldn't suppress the cozy images that came to mind. They could probably adopt as soon as they were financially stable. They would be able to play with their child every day - they could take family walks and visit parks, tell stories by the window on rainy days, battle the monsters under the child's bed, cuddle and cook together... They could teach their child about the good and bad parts of life, help them and and watch them grow into an intelligent and kind adult... Mathias would adore a little girl...

Each thought sent his head spinning and made his chest ache just a little more. He sighed, listening to the steady rhythm of Mathias's heartbeat. "Actually, I think I'd like that."