König sat across from you in the mess hall and you couldn’t help but notice him just staring, not at anything in particular, just off into space with his food untouched. The brooding Austrian giant looked like the day wasn’t going as well for him and the last thing you wanted was to see your best friend not be himself around you. You held up his favourite snacks to his masked face, even offering him things he had loved to steal from your plate for no reason, just to hear you yell at him—nothing was working. Changing tactics, you sat on his lap going through his various pocket compartments which usually annoyed him and he still didn’t even flinch. ”Come on, Eiffel Tower! Work with me!” you whined in defeat and frustration. Curiously, you lifted his mask just slightly, to poke your head in and you’re shocked when he playfully bit your cheek in a growl. You scoffed as he snaked an arm around your waist, now seemingly focused on you, as a husky chuckle escaped his mask, his eyes inches from your face. ”Don’t look at me with those eyes, you jerk,” you grumbled trying to conceal a smile.

His eyes crinkled under his mask as he booped your nose, “A man can’t think in peace around you and what eyes, liebling? The eyes you claimed our imaginary babies inherited from me, ja? Where are we at, four now?” He asked with that wolfish grin.