Bard wakes up and remembers a really good talk with Thranduil. After they had shared Bard's cigarette, they continued talking for 1 and a half hour. Bard smiles. He likes Angel. „We'll see us tomorrow." Thranduil said yesterday. So today, they were going to see each other again. Bard felt something weird in his stomach whilst thinking about seeing Thran again. Something that he hadn't felt in years. In 3 years, to be precisely. Bard stares at the ceiling and counts to five.

One.
Bard takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
Two.
Bard stretches and lets out a sigh.
Three.
Bard thinks of the kids.
Four.
Bard smiles and opens his eyes, whilst slowly sitting up.
Five.
Bard rises himself from the bed and groans.

Six.
Hear loud music from upstairs.
What? No- there's no six! He only wanted to count to five!

„What the fuck..it's.. 1pm!?" Bard mumbles then shouts to himself. He quickly gets dressed and rushes to the kitchen, where he finds a little note on the counter.

„Hey Dad,
if you read this, we're already gone forever,
-Sigrid, Bain, Till."

Bard stares at the note and picks it up. At the back of it is something else written.

„Ha! You thought- you ain't getting rid
of us this easily! We're just in the city with Legolas! Love ya!"

Bard sighs. The kids are gonna be the reason he'll die of a shock one day. After that, Bard notices that the music's getting louder and his nerves are getting lower, so he makes his way upstairs and knocks on Thranduil's door. After some time, the music is turned down and he hears footsteps. The door opens. „Oh, there you- are.." Thranduil says while his eyes are slowly moving down. What is he staring like that for? Bard follows Angel's gaze and notices that he's not wearing a shirt. Great. He quickly sends a big thanks to the holy heavens for not letting his kids and Legolas see this embarrassing situation.

Back then, the kid's and Bard's ex-wife were always okay about Bard's body. They said things like „dad-bods are hot" or „everybody likes a little more don't they?" so Bard took that to heart and started working out. He wouldn't say that he had a bodybuilder build, but he had a few more muscles and less of belly-fat. Even though it never looked like that on the outside, since Bard was always wearing more oversized clothes. And to that, he of course wears his grey sweatpants, wich is, how Sigrid would say, the sluttiest thing a man can wear. At least he had socks on.

„Well..uh..would you- like to come in? For..uh- Kaffee- no- coffee- or tea?" Thranduil splutters and get's flushed immediately. „Yeah..sure" „Okay" „But I should get dressed first huh..?" They both give each other an awkward nod before Bard turns away to rush down the stairs.

They're both sitting in the little kitchen with Thranduil clinging onto a cup of coffee, and Bard sipping on his tea. Bard thinks about yesterday. „We'll see us tomorrow." Was that what Thranduil meant? That he will keep on playing loud music so Bard will come upstairs with a slut-fit to talk to him? „You know, you can just tell me if you want me to come over. You don't have to lure me with loud music" Bard mumbles and goes through his hair with his right hand.

Thranduil looks at him. „You can not handle a bit of good music for breakfast?" He purrs teasingly and Bard swears to Satan that if Thran keeps putting up that Attitude he'll get fucked on this kitchen table and the little duck-cup wich holds his cappuccino will get crashed on the floor- cuz Bard's not a space-saver. „Nah, Momma didn't raise no bitch, but I ain't putting up with that for another who-knows-how-many-years."

Thranduil smiles majestically wich pisses Bard off and turns him on at the same time. Damn Angel really has him wrapped around his finger. „Yes. I have to admit, I would really welcome it, if you would pay me a good-morning-visit. I am always so alone..~" Angel purrs again. Bard stares at him and has to think for a moment if he'll let the other play his games. „Listen..I don't know if I am able to handle a little affair right now.." He admits. Now Thranduil stares at him. „What.?" Fuck, that was definitely not the right thing to say. „Sorry, I probably got you wrong" Bard says sheepishly. „Yes. You did. You got me really wrong." Scoffs Thranduil. Bard has to grin and then laugh. He puts his hand in front of his eyes and preps himself up on his elbow.

„Sorry, I'm an idiot." „Yes you are." Bard grins like an asshole and Thranduil rolls his eyes. „As if I would be your cheap affair." Angel mumbles. „Okay, okay, I get it." Bard laughs. Angel glares at him, but Bard just continues his idiotic grinning wich finally breaks Thranduil's cold wall. Now, they both laugh. Bard looks at Thranduil and smiles. „I like your laugh, your eyes squint when you laugh." Thranduil chuckles and averts his gaze away from Bard's. „Oh stop that." „And you have dimples. I like them." „Don't push it, Mr. Bowman" Thranduil softly teases. They both smile. „And? What if I do? You like it, don't ya"
„Maybe."

They continue to talk, and faster than Bard can say Angel, it's already 4 pm. Thranduil takes a look at his phone. „Oh, it's already late. The kids should come home by now." Bard nods slightly. „Then I should get going, huh?" He mumbles. Angel nods. „Unless you do not want to?" Bard really doesn't want to. But he should.

„See you tomorrow morning." He says. „And don't wake me up with your music, understood?" Thranduil laughs. „If you will not come, then I have no other choice." „You can use your legs and walk downstairs." „No, they always hurt so bad" Thranduil says overdramatically and puts the back of his hand on his forehead. Bard laughs and nudged him with his shoulder. Angel nudges him back. „Till tomorrow, drama queen" Bard says with a cocky grin before walking down the stairs. „Shut up." Is the last thing he hears before closing his door behind him.

Sorry for not updating, i've been really busy lately. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!<3