He could feel her moving before he saw her and his brows furrow in frustration. He couldn't really prepare himself for this moment and there was an unknown reason as to why he felt so consumed and possessive over her so soon in this meet and greet. There were things that she did unknowingly to him that had broken barriers. Still, lets not dive too deeply into this mushy gushy side of him.

He is a snarling menace, annoyed by the impeccable timing of the dame at the door and even more annoyed at her face as regan attaches to his back. He will hear about this later, no doubt and he would have to settle for the ridicule. The horde knew too well what the blood king did during the dark hours of night and to see the tiny thing wrapped around him in his own home is something else entirely. With an urgency he slams the door, fingers rubbing against his eyes as the inevitable "who is she?" breaks through his mind. He can feel the possession fall off her in waves and he takes delight in such a thing. He is not alone in this, and she too does not want another near him.

Cute.

"Nobody." he responds simply, waving a big hand in the air to get rid of the situation. Doubtful it would help, but he made an attempt anyways. He slides his hands behind him, cupping her smoothness and making his way back to the kitchen. How ridiculous this must appear to the outside world, her a small girl of perhaps barely 5' and he a giant mass of a warrior at 6'4" giving her a ride on his back. Funny thing is, if a fight were to break out, he would be the loser. He draws near to the countertops, attempting to put her down back in her seat, whether he fails or succeeds it didn't matter to him. He had things he needed to handle.

His hands move like clockwork, mixing, stirring, working to make a meal fit for a king. Surprisingly, it doesn't take long for the countertop to be littered with pancakes, bacon, sausage and everything else for that matter. Casually he makes a plate, filling it with a massive portion and handing it to her. His own plate is just as filled. More beast than human, he feasts. There really was no sense in table manners and to be honest, he forgot all about them once his eyes came to rest upon his breakfast. "she is in my horde." he says through a mouth full of food, he slides the glass of milk beside him closer and drinks, aiding him in the attempt to swallow his massive bites. Why was he telling her? Who knows? Why was he doing any of the things he was doing for her? "I have a--" the phone rings, his eyes darting from her to glare at it as if that will shut it up.

Big hand stretches for it and then "what?" his brows furrow, the viking obviously annoyed by the response he is getting on the other line "word travels fast..." he grumbles, eyes flickering to the dame in his home. "no. i--" a response cuts him off and he snarls in reply, a low growl emanating. "ok." the room grows quiet, as the conversation ends. The boy is running on fumes but the others won't know that. He moves away from the phone to her, maneuvering his way into her grasp. Another rumble and his face buries into her hair. Scent wrapping into his memory and swarming around him. "i'll see you soon." it isn't much of a goodbye, he was never good at those and he was now apparently on a time crunch. He pulls back lips coming to fall upon her forehead as he cups her small cheek before he drifts away from her like a blur to change and bustle out of the door.

And just like that, the demonic voices return with a vengeance.

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