“North, I think your reindeer like me.” Queue Arthur being dragged around by a massive reindeer, pulled around by his hoodie
“As they shou-- ach.”
Here North expected a cute scene of Arthur being snuggled by the foals born the week before, and yet. Really, he should know better by now, especially when Dasher and Comet were coming in and out of the stables.
“...Okay, maybe not dhis much. Let’s give little Artur a break, yes? Comet, heel!”














