 One moment he was standing there trying to look commanding, and the next moment he was being smothering in Nana kisses. At first Jorg tried to resist and did his best to remain serious, but his resolve soon crumbled and he wrapped his arms around the dog's neck. Knotting his little fingers into her fur Jorg buried his face in her shoulder and his world was suddenly full of thick white fluff. He didn't realise Svea had reached him until he felt her hands slip under his arms to lift him into the air. As his feet left the floorboards Jorg reached out with his right hand and gave Nana's muzzle a parting stroke. Clasping Odd-in tightly he positioned his legs either side of Svea's hip and wrapped his arms around her neck. He almost hit her in the ear with his stuffed wolf but, being a child, didn't really notice.
"But how does Papa know the monsters don't come here when they run away if he doesn't come check?" asked Jorg as Svea sat down on the sofa. He wiggled a bit to make himself more comfortable before leaning back against her warm chest. The steady sound of her beating heart made him smile. He felt safe with Svea. "I think there might be some really nasty ones under my bed!"
Crossing his arms moodily across his chest Jorg pouted, "stupid monsters" he complained, "don't they have mamas and papas of their own? Why do they have to take mine?" It was impossible to stay serious when Nana was pushing her head on his lap. Jorg uncrossed his arms and began to tickle the familiar behind the ear as he'd seen Svea do a thousand times. He looked up at his Nanny with a warm smile.
"At least they don't take you and Nana," he conceded brightly, "you're all mine." Jorg giggled as he felt himself being pushed until he almost tumbled out of Svea's lap. He clung tightly to her arm and gave Nana a little push to remind her that she had to share; there was enough room for both of them. Jorg settled himself against the crook of Svea's arm to listen attentively to her story.
"What's a drow-grr?" he asked, interrupting Svea's flow as he tugged urgently on her sleeve. He couldn't complete the imagined picture of his brave father facing down a horrible monster single-handed if he didn't know what the monster looked like. When she had explained, Jorg let her continue feeling increasingly like escaping from bed had been his best decision all day.
"Papa is very strong and brave isn't he Svea?" Jorg interrupted again looking proudly up at his Nanny, "and he has that big sword with an Odd-in on it." Once again he settled into silence so Svea could continue her tale.
"Svea..." Jorg said, interrupting for a third time, "what's a brunniggigi?" His beautiful Mama must be very brave too if she spoke to water monsters. They might even be scarier than the dry land ones because fish were creepy.
It was then that Jorg noticed Svea's hand. He took hold of it in both of his and then ran his finger across the scar on her palm.
"What's this?" he asked her with concern, glancing up at her for reassurance, "a monster didn't get you, did it? Because if it did I would kill it dead for hurting you." Jorg hugged Svea's arm to his chest, "I swear by my Papa, I would kill anyone who hurt my Svea."
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