How can one sweet, affectionate little boy like Light, become an absolute menace?
Well, it's possible if the child is from the Vizsla clan.
It all started when Ragnar came back home some time later, tired and spent of his training. One of the master's gave him a cold, white, creamy treat that is swirly. Light saw it and squirmed in Paz's arms. The confused father placed him down and watched as Light zoomed towards Ragnar. "I want some! I want some! I want some!" The little boy screeched in excitement, only to trip and fall when the treat was pulled out of his reach.
Ragnar glared down at him, "This is my treat alone. Besides, if you're too young to train, you're too young to be eating something like this." Light didn't like that, so he moved his leg back and waited a few seconds before swinging it forward, hitting Ragnar in his 'manly' weak spot. Ragnar howled and fell to his knees sideways, just as Paz furiously picked up his younger son, berating him to no one end.
Right now, Paz is alone, and Light is asleep while Ragnar is quietly weeping. Still recovering from the brutal pain in his groin. Paz removes one of his gloves to reveal his large, rough looking hands. In the center of his palm phrase "My Love, My Heart, My Light." He smiles behind his helmet, his heart clenching painfully at the memories resurfacing in his head. His and Ulysses' confession, first declaration of love, first kiss, first...well, almost first time. Not everyone sees their affection towards each other, but they're very much in love. Even if they're fighting right now.
"Make sure you sleep, Vizsla. We have more of our brethren to save and recover." The Armorer says, crossing her arms over her chest. Paz sighs and nods his head, "I will soon, I promise." The Armorer scoffs, but not out of malice. Nevertheless, she trusts his word and steps out once more into the night. Leaving Paz to stare at the tattoo in the palm of his hand.
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Six months later...
"So...are you ready to take the creed?"
"Yes, I am ready. Thank you for teaching me your ways in multiple aspects."
Ulysses Jr and his Mandalorian master, Stiles, are walking along the sandy ground. Stiles was originally going to go and be on his own mission. But when Ulysses Jr mentioned meeting up with a certain someone, he couldn't resist. So here he is, walking with his student. Besides hanging out with the now dead Vera alongside Kairo, who has since returned home, Ulysses has been learning The Way and the Mandalorian culture as much as he can. He wants to not only catch up on part of his family history that he missed out on, but he also wants a understanding of it in order to be a good spouse to Paz. Yes, he is still willing to marry the Mandalorian, if Paz still accepts him that is.
Stiles soon smirks and nudges the other male, "My founder is just up ahead. I also see a girl with ebony skin and long braids that reach the end of her back, beside him. You better go before anything sketchy happens lovebird."
"No, I recognize the girl," Ulysses Jr sighs, "her name is Delilah. But...," he glares at Stiles, "how do you know about the two of them Stiles?" The other man takes a few steps ahead of Ulysses Jr and turns around, stopping in place. He smirks and places a hand over his heart.
Ulysses Jr is confused, to say the least. But Stiles soon gets to the point.
The man reveals,"My full name is Stiles Vizla, a member of the Vizla clan. Paz Vizla adopted me into his clan when I was at my lowest point, teaching me how to fight and all about the culture and way of the Mandalore. For that, I owe him my life," He says, pausing for a second to do a little bow, "since you are his betrothed, I am at your service until your song has been written." Stiles moves himself back up into normal position.
"Stealing Djarin's line, aren't you?" A amused voice calls out.
Stiles turns back to facing forward, seeing Paz for the first time in months, "Hello founder! It's nice to see you again."
"Where is your helmet, young one?" Paz asks with a tight smile behind his helmet.
Stiles smirk turns into a sheepish, 'dumb' smile, "I lost it when I got ambushed by these group of pirates."
"Here you idiot," Paz tosses him a helmet, "put it on before the Armorer sees this. You may not have taken the creed yet, but you're apart of my clan, I refuse to be embarrassed and ridiculed because of you."
Stiles puts it and secures it in place with the rest of his outfit and armor, "Awww, you shouldn't have. Anyways, it's now your turn to address the elephant in the room. I need to get home to my riddur." With that, Stiles speeds himself away. Leaving Paz and Ulysses Jr alone together.
...
"..Paz..."
"...Ulysses...l-"
Ulysses Jr throws himself in Paz's arms, wrapping his own pair around Paz's neck gently, lovingly. Paz freezes and looks down at the man, who looks back at him with all the love he could muster into his eyes. He could hear both of their hearts thundering loudly and painfully within their chests.
"Accept me, like I will accept you?" Ulysses Jr whispers.
"...Of course, cyare. Of course." Paz replies, also in a whisper.
Ulysses Jr smiles and places his head on Paz's shoulder, all that is forgiven, is forgiven. All that is needed to be said has been said. All through this one embrace.
A/n: Sorry for the delay of this chapter, I've been busy like crazy. I hope you all like this!