Is it the day??? Mona wrote smt again??? Yes and its a cute father daughter one shot for Sunniva and Gustav. Just because I can. It's was supposed to be funny af but after the clock passed midnight while i was writing this it turned sad. Have fun lmao
Perfect Little Peanut;
'Your daughter got into a fight.'
Repressing to ask, "did she win?", Gustav Larson let out a nervous laugh as he looked at Snotlout Jorgenson - his half brother, he might add - in slight disbelief. 'Well, uh, that's a first...?'
Snotlout groaned, shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Gushat, she broke the other kid's arm. Get your head in the game.'
'But that's impossible!' Gustav argued, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Sunni wouldn't do that-'
'Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but your "perfect little peanut" is not as "perfect" as you deem her to be,' Snotlout scoffed, before glancing behind him. And there the culprit was, little Sunniva Larson, sitting on one of the engraved benches the Great Hall sported, her feet not even reaching the ground. Four years old and already breaking arms - Gustav didn't really know if he should be proud, like a cool dad, or upset, like he probably was supposed to be.
'She's been asking for Siri.' Snotlout lowered his voice, nodding his head towards his young niece. 'I'm guessing she's still-'
'Bedridden? Oh, yeah, you guessed completely right.'
Snotlout's face pulled in disdain, before stepping aside. 'Go talk some sense into that kid, I'll go talk to Seer. Don't screw it up, brother.'
With that, the older man slapped his shoulder - in a friendly way, but by Odin did it hurt - and trotted out of the Great Hall. Taking a deep breath, clearing his head of all the thoughts circling in his head, Gustav made his way over to his young daughter.
He and his wife Siri, who currently held the cute nickname of "little miss Larson", which he kinda adored, only had one child in their home, which made him love Sunniva even more. Even now, with a bruise on her cheek and fiddling her tiny hands, Gustav adored the girl.
He sat down next to her, tapping his fingers on the wooden bench. The Gods knew Siri was a lot better at this, he was proud to admit it. She had a lot more tact and tenderness than him.
'So...' he breathed out, glancing down at little Sunniva. 'Heard ya got into a fight. Did you win?'
Sunniva shook her head. Her little lip started trembling. 'No.'
Gustav couldn't help but grit his teeth together - okay, now he needed to find out what happened. People would probably call him nosy for it, but he knew his kid. She wouldn't cry over a lost fight.
'M'kay, no problem, I lost a lot of fights too as a kid - still do. Have you ever seen me and uncle Snotty fight? It's a bloodbath, baby- wait, sorry. What happened?' Gustav backtracked, quickly realising his daughter was shrinking into herself at every word of his story.
Sunniva shrugged. 'M'nothing. This girl called Brenna just said somethin' mean.'
'Well, what did she say?'
'She...' Sunniva held still for a moment. She brought her little hand up to wipe her eyes dry, but before she could do so, she let out a little sob.
Oh shit. Oooh, shit. Gustav quickly pulled the girl into his arms, letting her hold onto him as tightly as she wanted. Sunniva immediately burried her face into his neck, letting out little hiccups of sadness as she cried her young heart out.
'Okay, okayyy, we got it, we got it!' the young father - young? He was like thirty-three - tried to calm his kid down, rocking her in his arms. 'Can we do anything? You know I can't beat them up, but-'
'She said you and momma don't love me!' Sunniva bursted out, her sobs worsening and worsening. 'Cuz momma never picks me up from school anymore! And because you're sad all the time! And because you want another baby!'
Oh.
Oooooh.
It suddenly became very clear in Gustav's head and honestly? Hearing that, a bit painful. He felt his heart crunch at the weight of his daughter's words.
'Hey, hey, peanut, that's not true,' he quickly said, gently cradling Sunniva's little cheeks so she was looking at him. 'That's certainly not true! We love you very much! More than anything!'
But that wasn't the only thing Sunniva had said, and with wide, tearful eyes, she was clearly awaiting her other answers. Gustav sucked in some air to give himself some courage.
Why was talking to his young child scaruer than facing off against a deranged maniac?
'And, um... There's a reason for those... Other things. Well, momma can't pick you up from school cuz... She's sick. Just a little!' he quickly said, already dreading the panic he could accidentally cause his little girl with those words. 'And she needs her rest!'
'Why... But why?' Sunniva asked, wiping a trail of snot from her little nose. Typical child style.
Gustav bit the inside of his cheek for a moment - that hurt - as he tried to think of something to say. 'Well... Remember when momma was having a baby and then suddenly not? That wasn't because we don't love you, we just love you so much, we thought you deserved a baby sibling! But... Things went kinda wrong, and that isn't happening now. And momma needs to rest from that, plus... We're kinda sad about it.'
Oh, how he hoped he hadn't screwed this up. That would be very, very bad.
Sunniva sniffled. 'So you do love me?'
Gustav grinned slightly, booping her nose. 'Doubting your amazing dad?'
'No,' Sunniva giggled slightly - before her face fell. 'I'm sorry for breaking Brenna's arm, daddy.'
Gustav shrugged. 'It's okay, she deserved that. Don't tell your momma I said that.'
'I won't.' The little girl shook her head seriously.
'Good peanut. Now, um... No desert for you tonight? Cuz you broke a girl's arm.'
Sunniva gasped, her eyes widening in utter fear. 'You wouldn't dare.'
Gustav nodded, putting the girl back on the ground and getting up. 'Oh, yeah, I would! Cuz I'm not only a cool dad, I'm also a responsible dad. It took me over thirty years, but I've finally done it-'
'I wish I would've asked for momma more-'
'Sunniva!' Gustav gasped. 'I'm offended!'
However, as she giggled, he really couldn't be that offended. Maybe, despite looking exactly like his wife, Sunniva had some of his traits too - like being impulsive. He didn't really know if that was a good thing, but he loved her for it. He couldn't do anything else.
And for next time, he would try teach her how to win a fight.
@rosiethedragongeek for the tags! Did we miss Sunni? Oh yes we did.
Also i imagine Siri being very much panicked when hearing this news cuz "oh no that's my baby-". She's a very concerned mom and we love that for her
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