“I’m not studying, dear brother.” Fenrir closed the proximity to his brother, hand on his shoulder. “I’m supposed to be a leader. That means that all the diplomatic shit - which appears in stacks of paper after our family has inevitably screwed something up - falls on my shoulders. So, the next time you think that setting fire to a theme park is a good idea; then please consider my awaiting agony before going through with it.” Fenrir squeezed the flesh under his fingers; hand later faltering to his side. “However, I do believe we can get away with some harmless pranks. Just tell me a name and I’ll start to draw up a plan.”
“How glad I am, I am not the oldest. Though setting fire to a theme park does sound like a good idea. How about a brotherly bonding trip to Disney land? We can always disguise ourselves as the Starks, their father can pay for any...damages, and it’ll save you from any unnecessary paper work.” Eyvindr shrugged, his smirk only growing. “How about the dear old Captain?”











