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"I want him gone," Heinrich declared, barging into the hall where his father and godfather were talking. He pointed behind him, insistent, "he is insolent, disrespectful, uncooperative..."

"The new stable boy, Tomas," Hans clarified to Henry who nodded in understanding, an annoyingly knowing smirk on both of their faces. Hans schooled his expression as best he could, shrugging at his son, "what would you have me do? His father is the best horse master in the region."

"Why don't you challenge him to a duel?" Henry said with a snigger, glancing at Hans who was barely keeping it together beside him.

"Good call," Hans declared, nudging Henry conspiratorially whilst addressing his son, "just don't try to fight him drunk. He'll end up in your service and then you'll be fucked."

They did start giggling, then, at some private joke that was completely lost on young Heinrich. He looked between them, staring at them as if they'd lost their minds.

"You two are so fucking weird."

The teenager stomped out of the room, making sure to slam the door behind him. Still laughing slightly, Henry wiped a tear and looked smugly at his lord.

"Well, you wanted him to take after you."

Hans rolled his eyes, "shut up, Henry."

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

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"Papa?" Heinrich sat up in bed, clutching his little toy wooden duck, "what happened after uncle Henry fell off the cliff?"

"I brought him to a local herb woman," Hans said simply, sitting beside his son on the bed, "she saved his life."

Heinrich frowned, confused, "oh. That's not how uncle Henry sees it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you carried uncle Henry through the woods. He was really hurt and talking nonsense," Heinrich explained enthusiastically, "you kept him sane and alive. You're a hero, Papa! A brave knight!"

Hans chuckled, shaking his head, "I didn't do anything Henry wouldn't have done for me."

"Does that mean uncle Henry isn't a hero?" Heinrich asked, lying back down onto the bed. Hans folded his arms thoughtfully.

"No. Of course not."

Heinrich smiled sleepily, "so why is it different for you? You can be a brave knight, too."

Hans just smiled softly, brushing his son's hair from his face as he drifted off to sleep. He found Henry by the fire, pouring them a goblet of wine each. He took one gratefully, sipping at it thoughtfully as he sat with Henry.

"You've been telling him fairy tales again," Hans murmured, staring into the fire, "of brave knights and heroes."

Henry chuckled, nudging his lord, "nah, I don't believe in fairy tales. I only told him the truth."

"Thank you, Henry," he reached across, gripping Henry's knee, "you're my hero, too."

i had the idea for this last tdov but it didnt come together until now 🥖🍷 though i'm not religious, this quote is beloved to me

OP turned off reblogs so this is my post now. Behold, the "Objective quality vs. degree of ferality" scale

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(this was supposed to be a bigger more complicated piece but i didn't like the way it was turning out so i'll leave this smaller thing be)

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