You’ve watched König for the past hour trying to tame his unruly blonde locks of hair as he adjusted his sharp shooter mask in front of the mirror for the hundredth time, each one managing to make him grunt in annoyance. He tugged the fabric over his head, only to rip it off again in a scowl. You’ve mentioned to him several times to cut his hair that week and as a result you’re left with a deadpan look on your boyfriend’s face which you found to be rather cute, to say the least. A thought tumbled into your mind as you sat on the bed looking at him with a smile.

”I have an idea, babe. Do you trust me?” You asked as he turned to look at you with those curious blue eyes. You grabbed a few mini rubber bands from your dresser and signaled König to come over and sit between your legs as you took his comb from him in an attempt to fix his dilemma. He leaned back into you as you delicately started to braid the sides that gave him the most headache. After you were done, he gazed over at the mirror in front of him smiling.

His eyes crinkled as he took your hand that rested on his shoulder and kissed it, “Trust my sweet little taube to make me look like a Viking, ja?” he teased.