"Sir!"

"Storebror!"

"Sir!"

Norway laid with his head stuffed under a pillow, trying to block out the noises the two children were making as they jumped on the bed. And him, occasionally. He groaned quietly as Faroes plopped herself down on his side. Finally, he peeked out at them from under the pillow.

"What. Is. It." He cracked a bloodshot eye open.

"Storebror!" Iceland wrapped his tiny arms around him. "We're hungry!"

"Hungry…?" He gently pushed Faroes onto the bed, making her giggle, before sitting up. "Why don't you tell Shetland?"

"She went out to do the laundry!" Faroes piped up.

"Ah, I see…" He gingerly untangled his little brother from himself and set him on a pillow. "What do you want to eat?"

"Eggs!"

"Fish!"

He paled. He could barely cook anything edible and they wanted something like that? Maybe he could delay them until Shetland got back…

"How about we get you too cleaned up and dressed first, ja?"

"Nei!" they chorused and ran off.

He slapped a hand to his forehead before sliding it down his face.

"Great Thor…"

Later, after he had managed to get them dressed and their hair brushed, he sat with a cup of mead, looking over the plans for the next raid. Th children sat at the kitchen table, playing with toys. His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. There stood a tall, curvy woman with long brunette hair. She carried a basket full of their clothes in one arm, and in the other she carried a sack full of what was likely to be herbs and vegetables.

"God Morgen, Norge," she said simply and set the sack on the table.

"Mama!" Faroes squealed and clung to her leg.

"Valdis…" She stroked her hair before pulling her gently off of her leg. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

Norway paled. Breakfast…he was sure to get some sort of tongue lashing for not feeding them.

"Nei!" she shook her small redhead. "Norge got us dressed!"

"I see that," she chuckled.

Norway stood up. "I…" he cleared his throat. "I hope it's alright if I did that." You know I can't cook for anything, he wanted to add. Unless you want them to get sick.

"'Course," she replied and set the laundry basket in a chair. "Jus' put these up ta dry, would ye?"

He nodded.

"Storebror!" Iceland wiggled down from his chair and ran over to where the adults were talking. "Kiss!"

"Kiss?" he almost blushed.

"Kiss!" Iceland pointed to his own lips and then to Shetland.

"No…I couldn't…" He refused to look over at her, fearing he would blush more so.

"It's fine," she smiled. "If Frey wants me too, then fine." She kissed Norway on the cheek.

Iceland clapped happily, smiling. Norway put a hand to the spot she kissed, blushing slightly.

Shetland didn't pay him any mind as she kneeled down in front of his little brother. "There, all good?"

The boy nodded and tugged her hand.

"Now make food?"

"Ja, ja, food."

Norway gave a hint of a smile before sitting back down, watching as she started making breakfast.

Norway had ownership of the Faroe Islands, Iceland and Shetland in days before the Danish-Norwegian union or Kalmar Union.