Um.. Yeah. I had a wild night last night… Didn't get home from a concert until about midnight and I crashed as soon as I reached my room. So sorry for the day-late update.
And it kinda seems as though some of you thought this was gonna be a short fic… Oh no… Not the case. I plan on extending this quite a bit. ^.^;;
Speaking of the story… please, do enjoy. (And for once I kindly ask for reviews… I like reading your thoughts on the story… QwQ)

In the morning, Mathias woke to a surprise. Aleksander was cuddled up to his chest, the cloak draped over them both. The prince's sleeping face was rested against the taller man's shoulder, peaceful and for the first time not frowning.

He smiled softly, gently reaching up and tucking a lock of blonde hair behind the other's ears. Which, was not the greatest idea.

Aleksander immediately awoke, and defensively shoved Mathias down on the ground clutching his throat. Again, his hand was up in the air threateningly, flames around the fingertips.

When the prince released him, Mathias coughed and sat up. "Wh-what are you so defensive about?"

"Should I not be? I am a prince, after all." He retorted, standing and dusting himself off. "Who knows who out in the world want me dead…" he murmured, turning and heading off in a random direction.

"W-wait up!" Mathias scatter-brainedly stood up and trotted after the prince, until they were walking side by side. "Do you know which way we came from?"

"I would, but the fairies decided to play a game and got us lost." Aleksander frowned, looking around. "Keep your ears open for noises of the caravan."

"Okay. It shouldn't be that hard, with all the arguing that's been happening. Not to mention the ale, and all the fun and games that the soldiers have with eachother. I almost joined in cards last night, but didn't. Chet kinda gets to me, and he was in lead hand at the time, y'know? Just kinda… Bleh, didn't wan-"

"Shut up." The prince snapped, glaring at his companion. "I didn't ask for your adventures last night, did I? Not like I would want to know anyways…" he crossed his arms and kept walking.

"I'm sure you would if you were a little nicer." Mathias mumbled under his breath.

"What did you sa-" the smaller blonde could not finish what he said, as he had fallen into a ditch of some sort.

The Dane held back a chuckle as he looked over the edge of the ditch. "You alright, prince?" he called down.

"Just shut up and get some rope or a fine or branch or something! Ugh… It smells really bad down here… Hurry the hell up already!"

Mathias came back with a branch long enough for the prince to grab onto. Once the other was tugging slightly, he pulled up.

Aleksander walked up the steep side of the ditch, adjusting his hands a little until he tumbled over the top and onto the knight. They landed nose-to-nose, with Mathias's hands rested on the other's back. The prince blushed angrily and quickly got off the other, dusting himself off and walking away again.

Mathias grinned to himself and got up as well, following after. "Maybe next time you should watch your step, prince." He called to the other.

"Shut up and keep your ears open!" he snapped, still stalking off through the foliage.

"Will do, red-face." The Dane grinned when he saw the other's fist clench. "Your face is red, Prince. Can't deny that."

Aleksander turned and glared at Mathias; "You are to call me either Highness or Prince Aleksander."

"Alrighty, Aleksander." Teasing the shorter man just made the Dane happy. He saw more than just the bored or annoyed look on the other's face, even if he did end up getting smacked in the face again.

He laughed as he started walking again, following his companion. He rubbed the sore spot on his cheek with a big smile, watching the back of the other's head. Something about them walking together just made the Dane smile.

"I don't understand how I always get stuck with you." The prince piped up, sending a glare back to Mathias.

"Because you like me so much~" He said, chuckling a little as Aleksander's face got red.

"I do not! It is morally unacceptable for someone of my rank to have feelings like that for another male."

"I was just joking, Aleksy." The Dane grinned, ruffling the other's hair.

"Don't touch me!" Aleksander yelled, slapping the other's hand away. "And don't call me that, either!" the man's face was red, and he crossed his arms.

"Aw, you're so cute when your face is red!"

"That's it…" Aleksander glared at the other and stalked off yet again, this time catching wind of voices and speeding up.

He went around a tree, only to see a few wood nymphs speaking to one another.

The magical women looked up in alarm as Aleksander rounded the tree, and got up to flee.

"Wait! I'm just looking for my group, could you point me to them?" Aleksander asked, hands out.

The nymphs blinked at eachother a second, pointed right behind Aleksander and ran off.

"Thanks…" the prince mumbled, turning and walking face-first into Mathias. "Great, and then I run into an oaf."

"Who were they?"

"Wood Nymphs. They're less playful and much more cautious than water nymphs. They pointed me in the right direction, so move your ass."

The Dane blinked and stood aside, again trotting after his sight of affection- I mean his prince. He decided to try his hand at conversation. "So, how many kind of nymphs are there?"

"Four. Water, wood, air and fire."

"That's cool!" he said, half-enthusiastically. "So, what about the fairies?"

"What about them?"

"Like… Are they all girls? Same with the nymphs…"

"They do not have any real gender in the Nymphs species, and no, not all fairies are female." Aleksander said, a little bit of an annoyed tone in his voice. He trotted on ahead once he heard voices.

They emerged from the woods, Chet in front of most of the soldiers shouting orders to begin search.

"That isn't necessary, Chet." The prince said as he passed by the soldiers- all having relieved looks on their faces- and went into his carriage.

Mathias made his way through the brush right after the shorter blonde, yawning a little. He caught a look on Chet's face that he really wish he hadn't.

"Hey, you." The tall blond looked up as Chet made his way over, looking at where the prince disappeared. "So, you and the prince were out in those woods all alone, eh?"

Mathias frowned a little. "As his body guard it's my duty to make sure he is safe…"

"That doesn't explain the sticks and leaves in his hair, or the crumply shirt." Chet crossed his arms. "Come on, are you two doing it?"

The frown got deeper, and he became uncharacteristically serious. "I don't honestly think that should matter to you, but no. Maybe you should learn to keep your shitty little nose out of other's business."

"Well I would, really, but it's my job to weed out the queers and make sure no one touches the prince."

What was said struck a hard chord with the Dane, and before he knew it he had grabbed one of Chet's arms and pinned it behind his back, securing the man in place with an arm around his neck.

"Treason! Treason!" Chet yelled out, getting most guards attention.

This gave cause for Aleksander to slam the carriage door open and storm out. "Release him, now!"

Mathias did as told, stepping back.

Aleksander looked between the two, a dark glare on his face.

"My lord, your guard has-"

"Shut up. I wish to move out. Immediately. Though do not think that this incedent will be left unnoticed. I shall deal with both of you once we enter the next kingdom."

"Yes, sir…" Chet sent a short sneer to Mathias before taking his position at the front of the caravan.

Mathias only nodded and mounted Elrith. "Fine, prince. But you might want to hurry back into your carriage." He nearly fell off his horse as a book was thrown at his head, before it promptly disappeared into thin air.

"Shut up, Dansk." The prince muttered as he boarded the carriage.