Curly Cutie
A/N: Gif belongs to allthosemuseiisms.
The wedding was tomorrow and to say Sigurd was stressed would be putting it lightly. He was snuggled warm against your chest in your bed, head against your breast. On your mounted television, the little mermaid chime Under the Sea, to which you hummed softly.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” You string your hand through his long blond hair. Despite your mother’s squealing of: having him cut it! It still lay long in your fingers. He wasn’t happy about having to straighten it tomorrow for her.
Sigurd huffs, rolling away from the television and raising his hand to your stomach. Lazily he massages your stomach. “To see mother?” He suggests. “No. I don’t know why you had to make her your matron of honour.”
It was a source of contention. Not only for Sigurd but for your own mother. For you, it was more personal than simply obligation. Sigurd has been alienated from his family forever. The only connection he had was to Ubbe whose children you watched so often.
“So we can have a relationship with her. What about when we have our children? What if she was to watch them?” You ask.
Sigurd nuzzles his head deeper. “She will never! I wouldn’t even treat her with Teacup.”
Teacup being the small blonde teacup pom Sigurd bought you for your birthday— to accompany Teapot, your rescue dog. You sigh in agreement, curling his blonde curls around your fingers.
“Do it for me then.” You ask. Your hands finally leave his curls up toward his scalp. The pads of your fingers massage in soft circles.
“Okay…” He yawns cutely— and before long, he nods off. You have to wonder… why doesn’t your hair smell that good? For tomorrow, it better smell even better.