Pevensie Brothers "Golden Age" Headcanons!
Peter is used to waking up to an alarm clock. Of course, in Narnia, there is no such technology. However, the castle bell is close enough and it reminds him of Big Ben. Now one day, Mr. Beaver makes the mistake of being by Peter's side at 9:00 AM sharp to wake him. Do you see where I am going with this? Before he can realize what happens, the poor creature gets a proper smack on the top of his head, and he is, naturally, flabbergasted by the act. Peter smacks his lips before falling back asleep.
Edmund is an absolute fucking menace in the kitchen. PSA to all Bakers who are invited to the castle to cater: Do not leave your pastries out to cool on the counter, he has a bag and comes through the dumbwaiter to clear out at least, AT LEAST, a row from the tray (it's for his brother and sisters he claims). His escapes from the kitchen are so daring and borderline ridiculous to the point whenever a chef tries to explain why there's been a pastry shortage, no one in Narnia but the High King and Queens themselves believe the story.
When Peter and Edmund sit in meetings together, they find ways to entertain themselves. Initially, they'd make faces at each other for shits and giggles; however, they soon realized this wasn't something they could keep up, as the silence in the room began to enter way too frequently, and the stares from the other nobles were awkward enough to get them to stop. Now, they request to sit next to each other and tap away at the table. The politicians assume it's a nervous habit they picked up. It isn't. It's Morse Code.
Peter rarely acts as a big brother to Susan. Not because he doesn't want to necessarily, but because she's someone who he can be young around. One night he rushed into her quarters, just as she was preparing to sleep. From the horrified look on his face, she expected an assassination threat, failing harvest, or a natural disaster.
"Susan, we don't have nail clippers in Narnia."
That night Peter participated in what Edmund and Lucy jokingly call the Battle of Feathers (Susan smacked him multiple times with a pillow for psyching her out). The next morning, Peter woke up to a paring knife, the kind you use to peel an apple, by his bedside table. His snorts echoed through the halls.
Due to nightmares, Edmund doesn't sleep very much, and because of that, he has caught Lucy sleepwalking many times. At first he used to follow her, curious to see if she could find her way back to bed. She can. But she takes her time. Edmund doesn't let the others know about it. Doesn't let her know.
Later on, he learns that she also murmurs sometimes, and on one occasion, he hears Aslan's name slip. His heart squeezes, because it's been so long since Aslan has graced their presence, and he begins to realize that it's likely she dreams of seeing Aslan again.
Now every time she goes, he follows, and without a word, he holds her hand, walks with her, and brings her back to bed.