henrik the younger

Kol Mikaelson - Confessions of a Clingy Sleeper

Prompt: Can you do an imagine of Kol’s reaction to you being physically clingy whenever you’re sleepy/half asleep, like literally clingy onto them and mumbling nonsense, thanks!

Kol couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he looked down at your sleeping form. Your arm was snaked round his waist, pulling him close to you as you rested your head on his shoulder. He looped his arm underneath your own, reaching around your torso and resting lightly on the skin of your waist, tracing small infinity signs all over your body. As long as you’d known Kol, you’d always done this. It was a subconscious thing, clinging onto him as if someone would take him away at any second. He would tease you about it endlessly, at one point teasing you so far that you slept in a different room. Of course, you came back to join him in the middle of the night, ignoring his smug smirk that you could still see, as clear as day, in the darkness of your room.

Secretly, though, Kol adored the way you held him close, as if you wanted him and only him. Growing up, Kol was always the odd one out. Finn had been close with his older sister that he had believed to had died before becoming his Mother’s personal servant. Elijah, Klaus and Rebekah had banded together once turned, coining the phrase ‘Always and Forever’. Kol had been close with Henrik but his younger brother had died young due to a werewolf attack. He had loved magic when he was human, practicing everything he knew, becoming a prodigy of sorts before his mother turned them all against their wishes, leaving Kol as a murderous vampire who couldn’t control his urge to kill and persistent bloodlust. This, over the millennia, got him daggered by his older brother, Klaus, multiple times, leaving him to always feel like an outsider. That was until he met you.

You treated Kol as if he were your family, something he strived so hard for with his own and even when you were asleep, you assured him that you did care about him just as much as he cared for you. As he looked down at you, casually brushing a stray bit off hair from your face, he couldn’t help but think of how much you’d helped him. You gave him a reason to stay in control, to contain the vicious side of himself. He smiled at you, watching as you crinkled your nose up and shrugged closer to him, basking in the heat from his bare skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little when he saw that his favourite bit of the night was about to start. Kol loved sleeping next to you, the way you clung onto him and he loved doing other things with you in the bed ranging from the predictable, necessary activities to just sleeping, enjoying the sweet dreams you provided but, by far the best thing about sleeping next to you is when you began to mumble in your sleep.

At first, Kol had no idea if you were awake or not and as you did it, night after night, he started to enjoy your rambling, some nights even staying up until the early hours of the morning just to hear you talk about something or another. He watched silently as you frowned.
“Kol…” You muttered, earning the largest smile to spread across his face. “….stupid…”
He frowned, shooting your unconscious face a dry look.
“..hey..” You added, rather loudly.“..come back!…they’re my pigeons..”
Kol’s chest began to shake as he laughed, your head bobbing up and down as it rested on his shoulder. You made a noise, a groan similar as the one you’d make waking up and with haste, he covered his mouth. He stopped breathing, one of the many perks of being a vampire.

You stilled slightly before an even more distressed look developed on your face. He frowned as the hand that had been wrapped around his waist lifted to his chest and began to push against it, nails lightly scratching the surface of his skin. With a start, his realised that you noticed he wasn’t breathing and he couldn’t help but look down at your concerned sleeping expression, awe filling his own. He took in a large breath, his torso returning to a steady rise and fall. He stared at you as your face became neutral and your hand slid back to his waist, squeezing him closer. He took in every inch of your face, every curve of your body, his mind peaceful as he studied you. He had planned to sleep at some point but by the muted colours of the sunrise peeking through the window, he realised he was a little too late and instead carried on with his observations. With a small smile, he kissed your shoulder.
“I love you, Y/N.”


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Prince Christian of Denmark, Count of Monpezat (Christian Valdemar Henri John; born 15 October 2005) is the elder son of Crown Prince Frederik and Crown Princess Mary. He is a grandson of Queen Margrethe II and her husband Prince Henrik. He has a younger brother, Prince Vincent and two younger sisters, Princess Isabella and Princess Josephine. He is second in the Danish line of succession, after his father. (x)