The "I overheard you talking about how my favorite character on my favorite TV show is an idiot and I'm sorry to bust into this conversation with my metaphorical powerpoint presentation of why you're wrong but please excuse me while I do it" AU

She's rifling through her wardrobe, looking for the perfect dress to wear for her date night with Klaus tomorrow when she hears Kol mention Game of Thrones from downstairs.

As a vampire living in a house full of other vampires, she does her best to tune out during their conversations that don't involve her. There's not a high level of privacy in their supernatural fight club, and she's become pretty good at just ignoring everything around her.

But now of course, her curiosity is piqued, and she can't help but listen in as Kol begins to talk again.

"I see what you mean Nik, but I have to disagree. Jon Snow is clearly the dumbest character on that show. That girl with the red hair was right, he knows nothing."

Caroline drops the dress that she's holding and cocks her head to the side, listening as Klaus makes a soft noise of agreement.

"It's like he's not aware of the world around him, and that people might genuinely be out to get him." Kol continues, voice raising slightly in volume as if to drive the point home.

She's within the spacious living room within seconds, hands on her hips as she glares at Kol. She'd gotten into Game of Thrones recently, after seeing that Kol owned the box set of all five seasons.

Much to Klaus' despair of course, she'd been hooked from the very first episode. And although Klaus loved to point out the inaccuracies in the manner of speech, costumes, and politics, she'd never listen to him, just tell him to shut up while she was watching.

And of course, she had a soft spot for Jon Snow, who was possibly the only character in the whole damn series that actually had his head screwed on properly and his priorities straight.

"I'm surprised it took you this long darling." Kol remarks with a raised eyebrow as Klaus makes room for her beside him on the couch. She deposits herself into his lap instead, the way his body stiffens for an instant not escaping her notice.

Klaus had been distant when she'd first come to New Orleans. It had surprised her at first, because he'd never been afraid of showing his affection and the depth of his feelings towards her.

It had been Rebekah that had clued her in to Klaus' mysterious behaviour. Although she was here and she was ready to be with Klaus, a part of Klaus still thought that she was going to bolt as soon as she'd had her fill. That she wasn't in it for the long haul.

She and Klaus had almost destroyed their bedroom in the ensuing fight, but after they'd made up things had been better. Klaus still wasn't used to showing public displays of affection, especially in front of his siblings. She was still working on the whole 'love was a vulnerability' with him, but he was getting there.

Klaus squeezes her waist briefly before resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I don't understand why you think Jon Snow is an idiot." She finally replies to Kol, who just lets out a long suffering sigh.

"Look, I've read the books, and trust me he's just as idiotic in those as he is the tv series." Kol explains patiently.

"Oh come on, he's like the only person in Westeros who actually realises what's happening. While everyone else is fighting over the Iron Throne, he's the one preparing for when the White Walkers come and fuck everything up."

Kol goes to open his mouth, but she cuts across him before he can say anything.

"I wouldn't expect someone like you to get a character as complex as Jon Snow anyway." She says snidely, even as Klaus lets out a sharp chuckle.

Kol looks outraged.

"I've been alive for over 1000 years and you think I haven't learnt my way around the finer points of literature?"

"I don't think anything. But I do know you're wrong. We'll see what way the cookie crumbles when Season 6 rolls around compadre."

Kol rolls his eyes before glancing at his watch.

"Well as illuminating as this conversation has been, I have somewhere to be. I'll leave the two of you to be absolutely sickening with each other."

Kol sketches an exaggerated bow before strolling out of the room like he has all the time in the world. In retrospect, he kinda does, unless he manages to piss off a witch or three.

"Well." Klaus pronounces delicately. "That was amusing."

She turns towards Klaus, running a hand through sandy blonde hair.

"I'm glad I could be of entertainment." She remarks wryly, even as Klaus' lips quirk into a smile. "You look tired. Is everything okay?"

Klaus nods, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand.

"A bit of trouble from the werewolves in the Bayou, but nothing that Elijah and I can't handle."

She stands, tugging on his hand insistently.

"Come and have a nap. Even the King of New Orleans is entitled to some downtime every now and then."

She's not surprised when he follows without any resistance.