If Only Somebody Loved You

NAME: Hans Westergaard AGE: 25 RESIDENCE: Berk OCCUPATION: Doctor

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The youngest prince of thirteen had nothing to call his own, save for a horse, the only thing he cared for. He was raised in a loveless palace with servants to care for him and almost anything most people dreamed of, but to Hans, it all meant nothing. None of it was his, and it definitely wasn’t home. After all, he was just an extra, a spare, with twelve boys in line to the throne before him, he was less than nothing.

He tried to find a home to call his own, he searched for a long time to find his own place, and he almost had it in the kingdom of Arendelle. Unfortunately, the way he sought to get it was to kill the queen and marry the younger sister to become king, which most people would think is quite a no-no. Years of being mistreated made Hans a sociopath, and to him, it was the only way. Never mind the fact that the princess Anna actually was a very nice girl and deep down, he actually did have feelings for her. Emotions weren’t his forte.

Here in Fableton, he still has no sense of home. His family is still lording over him; without being married, he gets none of his inheritance and he isn’t allowed to leave the family home until then. Trapped with his remaining unwed brothers and a set of parents who never loved him, he wants a real home more than ever, but he has no idea how to get it.

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quillantheyounger

“Yeah, well, yours look neither. They’re boring.” He shrugged. “And beauty is in the eye of the beholder. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Insert other sayings I don’t know here.”

❝ You sound like a walking fortune cookie. You always this clichéd, or am I just lucky? ❞

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hiding-for-a-lifetime

“Oh… that seems a little- just a tiny bit extreme… How- how did they eat?”

❝ You know, I never discussed particulars with them after getting punched in the face. Next time I’m not avoiding them, I’ll be sure to ask just how that worked. ❞

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i-can-fix-it-felix

“Ah. That’s fine, fella. I’m real sure a quick-talking, funny-phrasin’, preppy lil’ guy ain’t helpin’ that spot either, huh?”

❝ Well, you hit that on the nose. Hm, sorry, I’m not usually this agitated. Probably just lack of coffee. I promise I’m usually more pleasant. ❞

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djaqofalltrades

Her eyebrow quirked when he went into a defensive pose, her head cocking to the side at his comment. “Then how else do you expect to draw blood?” she inquired, letting him take her dagger away. “Needles? Like sewing needles?” she asked, then looked where he motioned. “How is something so small meant to draw blood?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. “Could I put my dagger back in my boot? I promise, I’ll keep it away,” she assured him, moving over to sit as he had requested.

He laughed a little, a mixture of amused and bewildered, as he held the dagger out to her, but just out of her reach. ❝ In the boot, and no reaching for it, deal? ❞ He handed it completely over, then sat in his wheeled office chair and grabbed the tray. ❝ Sort of like a sewing needle, see here? ❞ He pointed the end of the syringe so she could see. ❝ Its got a very tiny hole in it, and I can draw blood easily with only a sewing needle sized hole left behind. Better than slicing open a vein, like the old days, right? ❞

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quillantheelder

“See, I believe there might be many others like you that need a little fun, which is why a party might not be a terrible idea,” he stated, giving him a knowing look. “Perhaps, but I don’t feel the need to make any sort of advancements here. I like my life as it is, and I don’t have much pressure to do anything except what I want.”

❝ You clearly aren’t the youngest of a large family and spend every waking moment trying to prove you aren’t just a useless spare. …sorry, that was quite out of the norm for me, I don’t normally talk about myself like that. ❞

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quillantheelder

“It would be mostly frivolous here, as there is no need to pursue any political advancements like there was back home. There’s nothing wrong with frivolity though.”

❝ Well, I mean, of course not. ❞ Hans shook his head. ❝ I guess I'm just too much of a busy body. I haven't been to a party just because in... I think I had to have still been a child. ❞ He frowned a bit at the statement about political advancements. ❝ Ah, but business advancements, or social. There's always a way to get one up somewhere. ❞

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djaqofalltrades

“That’s foolish. Health should come before gifts,” she declared. Her head nodded along with his explanation, understanding most of it, before she followed him into a room. “Will you be using leeches or shall I slice my hand for the blood?” she inquired, pulling her personal dagger out of her boot.

❝ Hey, woah, no, ❞ Hans said, holding a clean tray for his tools in front of him like a shield. ❝ I forget sometimes that people aren't all used to the modern day yet. ❞ He tentatively reached out and took the knife away, kindly, promising with his eyes that she would get it back. ❝ Nowadays, we have needles that do that sort of work for us. ❞ He motioned to the counter behind him, where a few things, along with a syringe, were visible. ❝ How about you just sit down and we will talk a bit, yeah? ❞

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i-can-fix-it-felix

He spotted the rather negative effect his words had on the other man and wondered where exactly he had gone wrong. He slowly lowered his hand, guessing the other wouldn’t shake it. “Well, uh, hate to break it to ya, but pessimism don’t actually seem to be a rare trait around these parts. We got a whole lot of Negative Nancies and Norms in Fableton.”

Hans rolled his eyes; he hadnt been serious about 'being different' with his pessimism, but his brand of sarcasm wasn't always clear to some folks. ❝ ...Sorry. I'm just not in a good spot this morning, I guess. ❞

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hiding-for-a-lifetime

“Yeah-erm… Only a little. They aren’t very- Sometimes people… I don’t- I don’t get out much.”

❝ I know some people who used to lock themselves in their rooms and refuse to even hang out with their sister, so trust me, you're not alone. ❞

[quillantheelder]

“This is the first year I have not had to participate in a grand Christmas party…  I have not yet decided if that is a good or a bad thing.”

[spareofthesouthernisles]

❝ Depends on whether said party would be frivolous or have a point, in my opinion. ❞

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spareofthesouthernisles:

❝ You sure are optimistic, ❞ Hans said, raising an eyebrow. ❝ Her good reason might be that her nail polish isn’t dry yet, which in normal terms isn’t a good reason at all. ❞ He sighed, unsure of what to do next. ❝ If I knew where the lost and found stuff was kept, I could get it for you, but I guess we’ll wait. ❞ He glanced over at the man. ❝ I’m Hans Westergaard, by the way. If we’re going to be waiting together, might as well introduce ourselves. ❞

“I get that.” Felix peered into the office a little more before giving a gentle shrug towards the other man. “You sure ain’t optimistic. Frightful Fozzie Bear- ya might even be Pessimistic. ” He responded after his comment of the secretary’s whereabouts, chuckling to himself. “I ain’t mindin’ of the waitin’ game. I got nowhere to rush to for another hour or so. And woah that’s a real name right there.” Felix’s eyes brightened as the other introduced himself, his smile widening. “Most people round these parts are called ‘Joe Fisher’ or ‘Bob Smith’ or ‘Josephine- queen of the intelligent but not ridden of disease pigeons’ but Hans Westergaard? Jeez, that’s a name fit for a knight or a king!” He protruded his hand between the two, nodding up to the other. “I’m Felix. Just Felix.”

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A frown reached his lips; Hans still had bitter memories of Arendelle, the kingdom he had been so close to bring king of, and now this random guy just blurts out that. ❝ Well, Just Felix, maybe I pride myself on my pessimism. Just to be different. ❞

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spareofthesouthernisles:

❝ I’m sure it is, but still… It’s a canoe. And apartments aren’t too bad… Maybe you could find a room mate to help lighten your load? ❞

“Maybe.  I suppose I’d have to find someone willing to put up with me.”

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❝ And what is there to put up with? You seem delightful enough to me so far. ❞

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spareofthesouthernisles:

❝ Oh. ❞ He glanced at the clock, and realized he was working later than usual. ❝ Sorry, I didn’t realize that it was this late. I’m usually out of everyone’s hair by now. ❞ He smiled, one of those that he had learned to put in place for the benefit of other people. ❝ Sure, I’ll be out of here pretty soon. Ah, would you like a cup of coffee? ❞ He motioned to the carafe on his desk that sat half full.

“Ok erm- She glanced to the jug and shook her head. “I don’t drink… I don’t drink at work… Well - erm - not like drink drink but… but liquids… I don’t drink liquids… at work.” She pursed her lips and stared at the floor. “I- They make me need to pee,” she added quietly, wishing in that moment she could just ease into nothingness and never return. There was a reason she avoided having actual conversations with people and this more than reinforced it.

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Against his will, a smile crept onto Hans’s face. ❝ Yes, well, liquids can do that, ❞ he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. ❝ Nervous around people? ❞ he asked, raising a brow and shifting his gaze between the coffee pot and the girl. ❝ Totally understandable. ❞

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spareofthesouthernisles:

❝ Surprisingly, the month of December is pretty vacant, ❞ Hans said, glancing at his schedule. ❝ And I don’t have anything for another few hours, if you’d like we could actually take care of it now, unless you’ve got other business to attend to. ❞

“Do people not care about their health in December?” she wondered, furrowing her eyebrows in slight confusion.  “I have nothing else to do.  If you can fit me in, I would deeply appreciate it.”

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❝ People in December are more concerned with shopping for Christmas and running around like chickens with their heads removed, ❞ Hans said plainly, shrugging. ❝ Wonderful, it shouldn’t be too long. We aren’t going to go full physical, but we’ll do basic health checks, maybe a blood draw to get you tested. Sound good? ❞ Without waiting for an answer, the started toward his exam room. ❝ This way. ❞

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spareofthesouthernisles:

❝ Is there something I can help you with? ❞

“I was just wondering - erm - wondering if you’d like… if you need me to clean your office too… when I do the rounds.”

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❝ Oh. ❞ He glanced at the clock, and realized he was working later than usual. ❝ Sorry, I didn’t realize that it was this late. I’m usually out of everyone’s hair by now. ❞ He smiled, one of those that he had learned to put in place for the benefit of other people. ❝ Sure, I’ll be out of here pretty soon. Ah, would you like a cup of coffee? ❞ He motioned to the carafe on his desk that sat half full.

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spareofthesouthernisles:

❝ Yeah, I’m one of the physicians here, ❞ Hans answered, giving the man a glance. ❝ No worries about my schedule, I don’t have anything for another - ❞ He paused, glancing at his watch. ❝ Half hour. ❞ A short walk later, they reached the desk where the receptionist should have been sitting, but no one was there. ❝ Running late, as usual, ❞ he said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh. Well, it’s real nice of ya to be helpin’ me on your break then, sir. It’s real kind of ya.” Felix held his hands in front of him as he stood by the desk and gave an optimistic little shrug. “Ain’t nothin’ to bust a vessel over. I can wait around. I’m sure it’s for good reason.”

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❝ You sure are optimistic, ❞ Hans said, raising an eyebrow. ❝ Her good reason might be that her nail polish isn’t dry yet, which in normal terms isn’t a good reason at all. ❞ He sighed, unsure of what to do next. ❝ If I knew where the lost and found stuff was kept, I could get it for you, but I guess we’ll wait. ❞ He glanced over at the man. ❝ I’m Hans Westergaard, by the way. If we’re going to be waiting together, might as well introduce ourselves. ❞