“I didn’t expect it to go as well as it did. I think Blue was even surprised,” Sig said, snorting. “And I don’t except the amiable behavior to stick. By today he’ll be back to curling his lip at anyone who comes within a five foot radius of Blue.” All but them, of course, because somewhere along the way the four of them had started to establish them as something else.<br/><br/>“You’ll have to show me how much you missed me,” Sig purred. “But later.” Agreed that he would try to get a little more rest.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Blue’s noises brought Eivind back out of it to remind him out sensitive humans were to alcohol. He cooed at him sympathetically, petting and kissing in an effort to soothe.<br/><br/>“Backlash for the sort of night we had. Too much of a good thing, and all that,” he reminded him, reaching for the basket Sig had left by their bedside, knowing. He was one for details and any proper Swedish kidnapping couldn’t go without a properly stocked supply kit after. There were multiple types of water, canned espresso, Tylenol, mints, a sleeve of saltines, tomato soup, a granola bar, and a miniature bottle of whiskey depending on where Blue was in the hangover process. He opened the bottle of pills and then whatever liquid his suffering lover would tolerate.<br/><br/>“You don’t have to get out of bed at all if you don’t want to. You just tell me what you need and I’ll take care of you.” Eivind had taken Blue’s hand, kissing along his knuckles, feeling the ring he’d placed there before rubbing his bearded cheek into his lover’s palm.<br/><br/>“Where do you want to go, Blue? After we’re married. I can take you anywhere.” And maybe they would stay, though this went without saying. “I’ll take some time off work. We’ll plan it during one of your breaks with classes.” While Sig had planned everything else, this was something he couldn’t. And Eivind had very little preference except that it had to be somewhere that would make Blue happy.