Hunter H. Mikaelson had been twelve years old 29 times throughout the centuries, and each time he managed to find a new way to piss of Mikael. Yet, no matter what he did, or how much his father yelled, Hunter always knew Mikael would never abandon him. Mikael had made a promise after all, and he could never break his word.
"The de-aging is both a blessing and a curse." Mikael had told Hunter, when he gave the boy his own—apparently magical—Viking arm-ring. It was one of Hunter's favorite memories of his father and it came to pass in a warm summer night, as they sat around a fire, in the woods of Britain. It was the first time Hunter made it to his twelfth birthday and Mikael seemed to be overjoyed.
"This will allow you to keep your powers and live for as long as you wear it." He informed, frowning as though the words left a bad taste on his mouth, "It will heal you faster. But—," his eyes held a strange light as he messed with his son's hair.
"Sometimes new starts can get old, my boy."
Hunter frowned, "I won't get bored. If that's what you mean." He retorted, raising his chin to face Mikael. "As long as I have you, I'll always be alright. Won't I ?"
Mikael beamed like a bloody fool as he heard his son's words. That night, after a light session of pleading, he even agreed to sing a lullaby to help his son sleep. He went as far as letting Hunter rest his head on his chest as the boy fell asleep. Still, he could not help but whisper before he son closed his eyes:
"Just because you won't die, doesn't mean you can be foolish!"
His voice was stern and full of worry. Yet Hunter chuckled softly, hiding his smile from his father.
Even at a young age, Hunter knew why his father had given him the arm-ring. It was the same instinct which had prompted Mikael to turn all of his children into vampires. In the end it was always simple. The old Viking only ever wanted one thing: to let his children be as foolish as they wished to be without facing any consequences.
Of course, he could have done such a thing without elaborate curses. But Mikael knew more about curses, wars and pain than he knew about trust and love. Hunter wouldn't be surprised if his father had turned him into a monster.
At least this way, Mikael would not have to worry about losing his little boy and Hunter would never have to lose a piece of himself.
Or so they both hoped.
A/N:
Hunter Mikaelson is also a main character in my other book The Kings of Nowhere. But these two stories aren't connected.
Tho they do have some similarities (soft Mikael being the main one)
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