DC Vikings, chapter 1

"Hey, that's cheating!" Roy smiled smuggly at the other boy. Kon was just too predictable, he always tended to get upset when losing. He put down his bow, clearly having won.

"No, it's not," he replied, "You got defenseless, and I was aiming at you. Could have killed you in a real fight."

"But you're not suppossed to pick up my knife and use it on your bow like a freackin' arrow, that's cheating!" 

"It's not!" 

"It's too!"

"Just shut up already." Jason told them. He was really bored. They were suppossed to hunt something to the fest that night to celebrate their father's return, but they had seen nothing, not even a fish to hunt down, so Kon and Roy had decided to spar together for a while... But Roy always had some trick and Kon was too impatient. "Both of you'd have lost to me by now in a real fight."

Kyle rolled his eyes at the boy’s bickering. They tended to get like this when bored, but they needed to find something for the feast tonight. 

“Guys! It’s nearly lunch, time to come back home!” Dick called, walking towards the other boys in the forest, having been sent to fetch them to come eat.

"See? It's lunch time already and we have nothing," Kyle complained. They had sent them to fetch some birds or squirrels, and sure, it had been raining that morning and most animals were hiding, but they had actually made not real effort to get anything.

 “You guys didn’t catch anything? You might want to try again after lunch, Grandpa Alfred and Ms. Moira will be pissed if there’s not enough food for him to cook up.” Dick said, leading the boys out of the woods.

"There was nothing!" Jason complained effortly. 

"Yeah, besides, they wanted us to catch small animals, other people will bring bigger ones to the fest, so I don't think they notice too much." Roy brushed him off. He was glad Oliver was coming back today, but he had been rather enjoying himself doing as he pleased.

Dick shrugged. “Okay, you’re the one’s Alfred’s gonna scold, so do what you want.” They wandered back through the village towards their homes. “You guys worried about your fathers coming home? They’re gonna get to hear about all the mischief you boys got into.” He laughed.

"Fuck off, Dick, you say it like we're delinquents or something." Roy replied. 

"Yeah, and at least I have not done anything." Kyle had managed to stay out of trouble just as Dick.

“Well, I’d be a little worried if I were Roy, Jason, and Kon.” Dick teased, playfully shoving his younger brother. “Dad’s gonna be pissed about you playing with his sword and scratching it.” He added to his sibling.

"He's not, 'cause I'm blaming Damian." All of them knew Jason's youngest brother had a record about disobeying and weapons.

Dick rolled his eyes. “Good luck with that, better hope Alfred doesn’t tell on you.” They reached their huts, heading into their individual homes. 

“Hey, kiddo, did you catch anything?” Thea asked Roy.

"Not really, there was nothing out there." he went over to his aunt, leaving his bow and quiver on the table, "And we were out all morning."

“Well that’s okay, I’m sure there’s going to be plenty of food. You excited for Oliver to come home?”

"Yes, you think he's gonna be happy to see me?" Connor, Oliver's apparent son had arrived at the village some months ago, and everyone at home was so excited about it... Even Oliver's mom seemed happy about it and it's not like the kid was a big deal, he spent the day playing with Jason's, Kon's and Kyle's little siblings. 

“He’s gonna be thrilled to see you, I’m sure he’s been missing you.” Thea kissed her nephew’s head. 

Connor came running into the room then, hugging Roy’s waist. “Daddy’s coming home today!” He exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, great..." Roy tried to free himself subtly. It's not that he didn't like Connor, but they spent too much time together as it was. Now he understood what Kon must felt being Clark's bastard.

“Did you catch anything?” Connor asked, still all hyper and excited. He ran over to Roy’s bow, playing with it and fiddling with the arrows. “I wanna learn how to catch stuff too!”

"Oliver will probably teach you soon," Thea went over to her youngest nephew. When Oliver invited her to his travel, she had decided to stay behind in order to get to know the little boy a little bit more and maybe help him to bond with Roy, but it's not like the elder kid were making things easy for her, but if not, I will."

Connor hugged his aunt. “How much longer until daddy gets home?” He asked. 

“He should be back shortly after lunch, so you boys better clean up and make sure you like all nice and bathed, don’t need him thinking you’ve turned into wild animals.” She teased, ruffling the boy’s hair.

Connor looked more than happy to go to the river with Roy, and his big brother gave him a little smile and went along with him. Roy didn't hate him, and even made a decent big brother, but he wasn't really thrilled about getting to share his aunt and father. Soon enough, they had finished bathing and got back home.

Connor ate his lunch quickly, hoping that the faster they got done, the faster the boat would get there. “Roy, I’m done, let’s go wait for daddy’s boat!” The boy tugged on his brothers shirt, jumping around excitedly.

"It's too early, Connor, give me a break."

“But Roy, daddy’s gonna be here soon, don’t you wanna see the boat come?” Connor pleaded, tugging on him some more. “Please?”

"In a minute, let me finish eating first." He usually was the first there, but he was tired of babysitting. 

Connor huffed, waiting around for another few minutes before getting antsy and scurrying out of the home. The boy ran down to the water, waiting eagerly for the ship.

Thea came back into the kitchen with more food to cook, the boats were nearly there. "Where's your brother?"

Connor was waiting down at the shore, playing in the water a little while he waited. Damian and Chris had joined him in the wait, all the boy’s very eager. Tim and Jon were just getting inside too when Connor heard Roy calling for him. "I told you to wait, Connor!" Thea hadn't let him even finish before sending him off to look for his brother.

“But I wanted to wait for daddy and you were taking so long.” Connor complained, leaving the water to go stand on the shore with his brother, dripping wet from the knees down.

"Whatever, I'm here already anyways..." Wasn't thrilled about it, though.

Connor rolled his eyes at his brother’s grumpiness. “Daddy’s gonna be here soon, Roy, be happy!” The boy gasped, pointing off into the distance. “The ship! I see the ship!”

And he wasn't the only one happy about it. On the ship, Oliver could barely resist the urge to jump from the boat already. 

"Do you think those kids behaved themselves?" Bruce could already see his offspring on the shore.

Hal chuckled. “I doubt it, but I’m sure any mischief was nothing too serious. At least from Kyle.” He said, grinning as they pulled into the shore. 

Connor immediately attempted to climb up the ship to get to his father, causing the man to chuckle and climb down himself to grab the boy. Roy had intended to at least wait until the ship stopped moving, but instead jumped into it and threw himself at Oliver's arms with a large grin. Oliver grinned, kissing both his boy’s heads while hugging them. Bruce, Hal, and Clark were doing the same with their own children. 

“How are you boys? You been behaving yourselves?” Oliver asked, ruffling his kid’s hair.

"How was your travel? Did you see something?" Roy didn't see any sense in answering such an obvious question from his dad.

“It was great, buddy, but I missed you two.” Oliver hugged them each again, tightly. “We saw all sorts of things and peoples.” He led the boys off the ship to the beach. 

“Daddy, there’s gonna be a feast tonight!” Connor said excitedly, making his father chuckle. 

“I know, kiddo, it’s gonna be fun.”

"I wanna go with you next time." Roy tugged on the man's shirt.

“Maybe in a few years, you’re still too much of a little thing.” Oliver grinned, ruffling his hair. “Tell me all about what you boys have been up to. What sort of mischief have you gotten into?” He asked, leading them home.

"None. What kind of people do you think we are?" Roy grinned at him again, but the smile fell off his face as soon as he heard Kon's dad. 

"What do you mean you didn't hunt anything?! Don't come up with excuses, you've been wasting time again, haven't you?!"

Roy tried not to look. He knew Kon and Clark didn't get along that well, but It was still awkward to be with them.

Kon scowled at his father, already wishing he wasn’t back. “We weren’t wasting time, there wasn’t anything to hunt since it rained so much.” He argued back. Although, in reality they had been wasting lots of time. 

“You boys didn’t find anything to hunt?” Oliver said to his own son, raising an eyebrow.

"It rained a lot... Clark's being a dick."

“Watch your mouth, Roy.” Oliver scolded. “And it’s fine, I’m sure there’s gonna be plenty to eat. But you boys need to focus more on your hunting skills.” 

Connor tugged on his father’s shirt. “I wanna go hunting too. Roy never wants to take me.” He shot his brother a scowl.

"You don't know how to! And I took you fishing, it's almost the same." 

"That's a lame excuse." Clark spoke again, "As soon as I take your brothers home, we are going back to the woods and neither of us is coming back until you catch something."

“For fuck’s sake, Dad, there was nothing out there, it’s not a big deal!” Kon argued back.

"It is a big deal that you are neglecting your responsibilities! When we are not here, I expect you to obey and to respect this village's needs."

Clark shook his head unbelievingly. He had just arrived and the boy was already on his nerves. 

"It's your place as the eldest."

"So, the bastard status doesn't count there?" Kon spat back. It's not like It counted anywhere, but Clark made the difference very clear all the time.

Clark scowled at him, smacking the boy on the back of the head. “Don’t take that tone with me, you know what I expect of you. I won’t have you slacking on your training and hunting.”

Roy rolled his eyes at that. "Can we just go?" It wasn't fair that Clark got so... Mad, it's not like Kon was the only one slacking off.

Oliver frowned at Clark, shooting him a look that said to calm down. “Sure, let’s go home and Thea can tell me all about your mischiefs.” He grinned, ruffling Roy’s hair.

"We didn't do anything." He insisted, still smiling a little every time he looked at Ollie. And as far as he knew, he was saying the truth... He hadn't done anything, and even his grandmother confirmed it.

"He hasn't done ANYTHING since you left," Moira accused Roy as soon as Oliver asked Thea about the boys.

"No one asked you," the boy replied, shooting her a look.

“Don’t be rude to your grandmother, Roy.” Oliver scolded, sitting on the couch with Connor on his lap. “Have you not been doing your chores or practicing hunting?”

"I have," he lied cynically. 

"You spent all day outside with the other brats.”

"I did not!" 

"Oh, you did, you haven't helped at all in here." One thing was living with the boy, but standing such behaviour? Not Moira Queen.

“Roy don’t argue with your grandmother.” Oliver said, feeling a headache coming on. “Roy, you know you need to be doing your chores and obeying even when I’m not here.” He started to lecture.

"I... Why are you believing her and not me?"

“Because I can see that the house is messier than usual and the wood pile outside doesn’t have any freshly chopped kindling. And I know you, you tend to slack when I’m not there to get on you.”

"Fine," he better cut it there. Oliver barely had time for him anymore, and the last thing he needed was for the man to get mad just then, "Sorry." He normally wouldn't have given up so easily, but he didn't want to risk it. Some months ago, Oliver would still have to stand him even if he was mad, but now Roy didn't want him to get mad and turn to Connor instead.

Oliver opened his arm not holding Connor, gesturing Roy over to sit with him. “I need you to start doing what’s expected without me there to yell at you. You need to listen to your aunt and grandmother.”

"I do listen," Roy leaned against the man, "But it's so boring sometimes... And we weren't wasting time, we were sparring and climbing trees and stuff. Funnier stuff," he shot Oliver's mom a look, snuggling closer. He had been good, Oliver's mom was just being a bitch.

“Well you can do that and do your chores. And have you two been keeping up with your studies?” Oliver asked looking at both boys, running a hand through Roy’s hair.

“Yes.”

"And you, kiddo?" Oliver tickled Connor, who had actually gotten pretty serious when talking about Roy laziness, trying not to be asked about it. He wasn't a snitch, but he wasn't a liar either.

“It’s going good. I’ve been learning how to add numbers.” Connor said, smiling proudly at his new skill. 

“Connor has been doing well in his work. I saw Roy’s teacher at the market yesterday and he said you haven’t been doing well on his exams.” Moira said accusingly to her grandson.

"And who asked you, come again?"

“Roy, watch the attitude.” Oliver warned. “Is she right, have you been dipping in grades?”

"Just a little, it's impossible to get everything correct all the time. Not a big deal." Not fair, he just wanted to be with his dad for a while and listen about his travel, not to be there while that witch told on him.

“Well, make sure you bring up your marks, I want you doing well.” Oliver kissed his head. “You boys should start getting ready for the feast, make sure you’re all changed and washed up.”

"Again?" They had washed up already in the river.

“Well, just wash your hands.” Oliver ordered. “I want you boys looking nice, the whole village will be there.” Oliver, Hal, Clark, and Bruce were well respected in the village and looked on as leaders. They liked their children to be behaved and tidy so it didn’t reflect poorly on them.

Roy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Didn't Oliver understand they had already washed? It was too cold to bath twice anyways. Well, at least he was home already. "Love you, daddy," he wrapped his arms on the man's neck. He liked staying with Thea, but it was not the same.

“Love you too, buddy.” Oliver kissed his temple. “I’ve missed you two.” 

Connor giggled, hugging his father as well before getting up and running off to go wash his hands and change his clothes. “Come on Roy!” He urged his brother, who followed Connor to wash his hands and then just waited for the feast. 

"I didn't like how Jon's dad talked to his brother," Connor commented Roy.

“It’s their family business. Don’t get involved in that stuff.” Oliver said, coming up behind them to wash his own hands. “Clark is a good man, he’s just hard on Kon.”

"He's a dick with him." Roy replied, and it's not that he wanted to be rude, it was just the word that fit him best.  

“Watch your mouth, Roy.” Oliver scolded. “I don’t like this attitude you’ve picked up.” He added, frowning at him. “Clark’s not a dick, he’s just strict with Kon.” Although Oliver did disagree with a lot of his friend’s parenting, he wouldn’t admit that to his son’s.

"Well, I'm not lying, and it's not fair." Kon might have a bad temper, but wasn't even close to be a bad kid.

“It might not seem fair, but it’s not our place to intervene. Clark knows what he’s doing and he’s a good father.”

"If you think so, just sayin' Kon doesn't say say that." Actually, he had spoken about leaving lots of times, but had never been pissed enough. Besides, leaving your family like that was equal as a lot of dishonor to the rest of the family, at least in their village.

“Well, Kon and his father need to hash out their issues. I don’t always agree with how Clark handles Kon, but he cares for his son and is doing his best.” Oliver said, although he didn’t really believe it. “Now come on, it’s nearly time for the feast to start.” He picked up his youngest son, leading them back home.

Once they arrived, Connor and Roy went looking for the other kids, which weren't so hard to locate since they usually sat close to the main families' table. 

Roy sat beside the others. "What's with the face?" Jason could try and hit whoever dared to say it, but he was pouting.

“My father found out about me scratching his damned sword.” Jason complained. “I’m pretty sure Dick told on me.” He added, scowling in the direction of where his elder brother stood a ways away.

"You sure?" Roy didn't think so...

Jason shrugged. “Probably not, but he was still all smug when dad whooped me for it.”

"That's bad," he never knew what to say when Dick and Jason fought, both of them were his friends, and besides, he didn't have experience fighting with siblings... Connor didn't count, because they never argued that bad.

Jason shrugged, shooting Dick another glare. 

Kon came over then, sitting with his friends. “My dad’s driving me fucking crazy already.” He complained with a groan.

"What happened with that?"

“He’s been yelling at me the whole time he’s been home. I’m so fucking sick of him.” Kon complained, scowling at Jon and Chris when they came over to play with Connor. He didn’t dislike his siblings, he just hated how they were favored.

Neither Roy nor Jason knew how to cheer him up. 

"Maybe you could stay over at my house today," Jason invited him. 

"Or stay at mine's," Roy suggested, "No offense, Jay, but I don't think Bruce'll let you at least right now."

Jason nodded, Roy was probably right. “I doubt he’ll let me stay over anywhere. He’s too pissed at me right now to let me have any fun.” Kon grumbled. “I swear, the first chance I get I’m out of this village and away from him.”

"You sure?" Jason and Roy had been pretty mad with their families before, but never THAT much.

“It’s not like he wants me around anyway.” Kon said, looking over at his father, who was playing with his younger brothers. “I’m just his bastard.”

Roy looked around to make sure no one was listening.  "Well, Connor's Ollie's bastard too and it's fine... Maybe he's just... You know, not used to the idea yet?"

“Well, I’m sick of waiting for him to get used to having a bastard kid. Ollie might just be a better dad than Clark.” Kon said, sighing when they were called over to go sit with their fathers to eat.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too, the guy's a dick," maybe some months ago, Kon'd have gotten mad at Jason for saying that, but right that moment he didn't care.

“Yeah, for now I’m stuck with him though.” Kon frowned, going over and sitting at the main table with all the important families, so all their families.

"Did you catch something?" Clark asked Kon as soon as he saw him.

Kon sighed at the question. He’d caught a tiny fish after several hours, although he knew it wouldn’t be big enough for his father. “Yeah, a fish.” He said, not going into detail about the size.

"Well, at least. Had you not wasted so much time earlier, you'd have hunted more than A fish, but if you like things the hard way, then so be it."

Kon rolled his eyes. “I did what you asked, can you not let anything go?” He complained. “The weather’s shitty, so hunting’s gonna be shitty.”

"Watch your mouth, this is the last time I bother warning you."

Kon glared at him while his younger brothers watched the two of them worriedly. “Whatever, just leave me alone.”

"That's fine, Kon," Jason sat beside him, almost in front of Clark and a few seats from Bruce, "I didn't hunt anything either." 

"Yeah, me neither, rain's a bitch." Roy sat with Jason and Kon smiled slightly at his friends. 

Oliver gave his son a slightly disapproving look for getting in between Kon and Clark’s dispute, but didn’t scold him. 

“Daddy, why are you mad at Kon?” Chris asked his father.

"I'm not mad, but when you have responsibilities, you can't ignore them."

Kon rolled his eyes. “I don’t ignore my responsibilities. I’m the one who’s been taking care of the house while you were gone.”

"Could you stop with the backtalking already? I'm trying to explain something to your brothers."

“You’re talking crap about me to them, like usual.” Kon snapped at him, not caring that they were in public.

What he didn't expect was the slap across the face he received next.



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