"Hey! That is my spot!"

Crossing his arms, he looked over at the lump on the couch that was Daphne Blake. Contrary to the normal image she shows the world, this was another side of her. The lazy bum, lounging in her pj's and wrapped in a massive comforter... Daphne. Apparently, she wasn't eyeing him up earlier to do something with him, so much as wanting to watch TV as well on the couch. And he had been in the way.

With her arm outstretched, she clicked through the channels and barely gave him a look. Finally finding the show she was looking for, she turned to address him.

"Oh, I didn't know that you had claimed this spot. I didn't see your name on it."

Daphne sassed, knowing full well that he had been there only moments before, and stole the seat even before the heat had left the cushion. Nesting atop the warm spot and burrowing in her blankets to ward against the chill of the evening. Which did, look awfully comfy. While Daphne had a full or double sized bed in her room upstairs, she always preferred the California King size when buying her overly fluffy and stuffed comforters. It was massive amount of blanket that she had tucked around herself in a massive bundle of material that took over the couch.

'...or was it a Duvet? I can never remember the difference.' Fred grumbled to himself, a minor point in the fact that she swiped his spot. He really wasn't mad at her, since he had just been watching re-runs and paying more attention to her hiding then the TV itself. But still, it was the principle of the thing. And well, this interaction was far more fun than a bit ago.

Though witty comebacks weren't really her specialty compared to the snark master that Velma could be at times. Though she tended to sometimes have too sharp of a tongue, when she wasn't realizing it. So, in comparison Daphne's weak sauce response only made him shake his head.

"Well, I will have to borrow the label marker from Scooby, to leave my name on it next time." Fred commented, remarking on the time that Scooby had ran around putting those little sticky labels on them all, in an attempt to 'mark' anything he had thought to be his. Based on watching some documentary on how bad dogs mark their territory. So, Fred knew that there was a labeling decide somewhere in the house, probably lost in the depths of the chaos that was their bed room. But if they were in fact, food coma'ed. Fred wouldn't just barge and possibly wake them up to try to find it.

Plus, it was already too late, Daphne was in his spot.

As her show came on, Daphne settled even deeper into the blankets. Tucking the remote and her arm back into the warm folds of the duvet to maximize the heat retention. It seemed to be some high fantasy show that she had been waiting to come on. One about queens, princesses, knights and facing down dragons. Or at least that is what the opening looked like, as the show ran through the standard intro.

He knew of the series, but wasn't sure he had even seen anything of the show, thought it was still new. Running only a few episodes in on season one. At least, he thought so, but wasn't sure. As he didn't know when the show started it's run.

"You stepped down from your position, so I took your throne from you."

Obviously into the show, she made her comment themed as the familiar scenes went by. Leading up to the 'previously on the last episode' sort of deals. But it was something that caught Fred's curiosity enough to watch, standing randomly off to the side of the couch to look at the TV from his new vantage point.

But he was also considering his options.

He could just settle on the other side of the couch, but he didn't want to get too close to Velma's beloved spot. And with his past experience being placed with permission in that area... it sucked you in and won't let you go without a fight. So, he didn't know if he had enough energy in him to be able to fight past the comfort and seemingly force field that drew you into the cushions and resisting release of its victim. But he also didn't want to just settle on the ground. It was chilly, and he didn't want to cave and just end up taking a spot nearby to maybe steal a corner of the massive material from the 'reigning queen/princess'.

So, there Fred stood there, watching the show.

It was kind of interesting. It seemed that the current main character, was a princess that was sold off to the council of dragons. A separate kingdom that the humans have dealings with, like offering their princesses in exchange for political ties and other relations. And so, the main lady ends up living with a Dragon that picked her, and the interesting character development by a non-typical princess and her political partner dragon who has to deal with his position in dragon society and what they expect of him. Also, there was this prince/knight character that was out to prove himself by trying to defeat the dragon and rescue the princess. Though she didn't wish to be rescued, curious at the new opportunities she was being presented by being the Dragon's Princess. Plus, the dragon didn't want to have his princess taken away from him. She was his after all.

But, it wasn't really all that comfortable standing there for Fred. Especially looking over at the bundle of contentment in Daphne, snuggled under her covers and on the soft couch. And the comment Daphne said earlier about her taking his throne got him thinking. So, slowly a plan was forming in his head.

Why be the prince or knight of the kingdom... when you could be the dragon and just take what you want? Especially when it was his, in the first place.

"..."

As the commercials rolled in, Fred made his move. Crossing in front of her, she made a sound as her view got cut off from the TV she was watching. But he continued to follow through with his plan. She made even more grumpy sounds as he tugged free the warm duvet from her.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing..."?

But that wasn't the end of it.

Leaning over with a grin on his face, he placed his shoulder and gripped around her waist and hauled her off the couch and into the classic villain capturing pose. Making a bit of a fuss, Daphne complained till Fred got her fully on his shoulder into a position she was sadly all too familiar with. Crossing her arms with a huff, she couldn't do too much till he finished what he was doing and let her down.

He knew that she could easily break out of that grip, but most of her options she had learned from her master were not made for someone you actually know well. She really didn't want to kick, punch, knee or generally beat Fred up for just plucking her from the couch and tossing her over his shoulder. And he knew that, which let him get away with this.

But he was almost done!

With her up and out of the blanket, he made quick work of laying out the comforter with the spare hand he had. Trying to not jostle her around too much, even though he was getting revenge for her stealing his spot in the first place. With the large cloth situated just right, Fred made his move. As he slid into the couch, he used both hands to switch her from his shoulder to a bridal grip in front of him as he settled in the blanket. Stretching his legs out, he crossed them in a comfortable position and wiggled his back into a spot as he plopped her on his lap. Freeing his hands and before she could move, Fred gripped the edges of the material and wrapped them both in the large coverlet. Cocooning them both just in time for the show to come back from the commercial break.

"..."

It seemed that she wanted to complain, but the show was already picking back up from the soft cliffhanger that the show had left her with the commercials. So, she put aside complaining for now, and settled against him and the warm wrap around her. Becoming more engrossed with the show as the plot continued to chug along. Getting lost in the story, and losing the urge to complain against his actions.

It was his victory!

He got his spot back, and on top of it was enjoying an interesting show with Daphne, in the comfortable confines of her blanket and her. Looking forward to the rest of the series and the rest of the night however it played out. Relaxing and settled see what happened next for the princess and her dragon. Smug at the knowledge that his personal dragon-ly plan had gone so well.

Now, if he could only get back the remote that easy...