5 September 2021
3:42 pm
On a Sunday
Saintes, Saintonge
Tobias leaned back in the limousine transporting him from the airport to the Royal Palace of Saintes. Flying always made him sleepy, and he had no idea why. His luggage had been taken on its own, but he had a sidebag still hanging from his shoulder, and he was clutching a
red and white “viking helmet” cap worn by supporters of the Prydanian national team. The ride was uneventful in and of itself, aside from Tobias trying to wake up from the drowsiness he’d felt the flight over.
His spirits picked up, however, after arriving at the Royal Palace. He stretched a bit as he stood before the entrance, looking up. He had been here as part of his honeymoon, but he still found it very cool to think
that his father had been here before. He never truly got to know his parents...so things like this had outsized importance to him.
He stretched a moment before he walked in.
“To-B!” the Crown Princes of Saintonge, Thibault-Maximilian and Timothée-Brice, both exclaimed. Tobias smiled, hugging the two at once. He’d gotten used to how they went about their group hugs.
“How have you been, To-B?” Timothée-Brice, or T-Mo, asked.
“Hopefully the flight was good,” Thibault-Maximilian, or T-Bo, added.
Tobias smiled. He really enjoyed it when he got to spend time with his cousins. He paused though. Not to think of what to say, but how to say it.
“I’ve been doing well, and the flight was good!” he said with a grin. Both T-Bo and T-Mo looked on, a bit surprised.
“Since when…” T-Mo began, “...did you learn Santonian?” T-Bo finished. Tobias chuckled.
“I’ve been learning,” he said, “from a very good teacher.
Vittorio has been giving me lessons.”
“Vittorio?” both of the twins replied at once before smiling.
“You could have asked us to help you,” T-Mo added.
“Yes, but it wouldn’t be a surprise,” Tobias replied. His accent was very thick, he knew that. Perhaps he’d be embarrassed by it any other time, but he was just excited he could carry on something resembling a conversation.
“We can switch to Mercanti if you’d like,” T-Bo offered, and Tobias happily took him up on it.
“Don’t worry,” T-Mo added in Mercanti.
“We can help you work on it while you’re visiting.”
Tobias smiled, nodding.
“Thanks guys, I appreciate that.” His accent was likewise noticeable in Mercanti, but he was more comfortable speaking it than Santonian.
“Things are good? The kids are doing well?” T-Bo asked.
“They’re growing up really fast. It was their birthday yesterday,” Tobias replied. “One year old already.”
“Yes, we saw,” T-Mo said with a nod.
“They’re really cute. You’ll have to tell them their uncles said hello, and wish them a happy birthday!”
“I will, definitely,” Tobias nodded as he walked with them, further into the Palace.
“What’s that?” T-Bo asked, pointing to the red and white felt Tobias was holding.
“Oh!” Tobias chuckled.
“It’s a viking helmet, see?” He held it up.
“We wear it to support the national team. Look, if you look at it from above, the details form the flag!”
“Oh, yeah, it does,” T-Mo said, seeing how the white felt imitating the plate and rivets on a helmet formed the barbed cross patten when viewed from above.
“You should put it on,” T-Bo said.
“Everyone else will be shocked to see you walk in wearing it.”
Tobias looked at the felt viking helmet in his hands and got a devious glint in his eyes. And in one motion he put the felt “helmet” on T-Bo.
“I think you pull it off better than I do,” he said with a chuckle.
“What about me, do you think I could pull it off?” T-Mo asked, barely containing his laughter. Tobias looked at the twins and, in an exaggerated dismissive manner, just went “nah.”
T-Bo looked up at the felt hat on his head, his blond hair poking out from under it, and then looked at Tobias.
“To-B, you’ve made a traitor out of me!” he said jokingly.
Tobias laughed for a moment, shaking his head.
“I brought the Santonian jersey you two got me. If I can wear that, then a few moments wearing a felt viking helmet won’t besmirch your loyalty,” he said grinning.
“Oh nice,” T-Bo said, remembering the gift. It was a personalized
2017 Santonian national team jersey. He and T-Mo had sent it to Tobias shortly after
they had all first met during Christmas of 2017.
Tobias nodded and opened his side bag as T-Bo removed the felt viking helmet. The side bag contained three items. One was an old book with a faded dark orange cover, called Covenant. It was going to be his recreational reading for the trip. Tobias pushed the green, red, and white fabric of his Prydanian team jersey he had brought to pull out the red and blue 2017 Santonian jersey. He held it up, showing off the back. It said “17” and “LODBROK.” Seventeen for the first year of Tobias’ reign and the Santonian spelling of his family name.
“We figured,” T-Mo began.
“That since Queen Luta and Queen Asleif were both Lodbroks,” T-Bo added.
“That it wouldn’t be too sacreligious to put it on a Saintonge jersey,” T-Mo finished.
Tobias smiled, tossing the jersey over his shoulder.
“Well I can’t wait to wear it,” he said happily.
“But it’s outdated!” T-Bo observed.
“The national team doesn’t even wear blue anymore. You need a new one!”
“Nah,” Tobias replied, shaking his head.
“This one is perfectly fine. Besides, it’s special. You two got it for me.”
T-Bo and T-Mo both looked at each other and smiled. They knew their Prydanian cousin would say that. Tobias had grown up with nothing, and still tended to act like that. Even after coming into his family’s wealth since the end of the Prydanian Civil War. So they liked to do nice things for him that they knew he’d never do himself.
“We got you something,” T-Mo said.
“Yep,” T-Bo added.
“And since it’s a gift you can’t say no!”
Tobias blushed a bit but chuckled in good spirits.
“You didn’t have to.”
“We know,” T-Bo said.
“We wanted to!” T-Mo added.
The three came up a hallway, to a door that led to the living quarters of the palace. Sitting on a table just by the door was a white box. T-Mo took it, handing it to Tobias.
Tobias figured what it was, the remark about him needing a new Santonian jersey was a give-away. And he wasn’t wrong. Yet he still felt surprised seeing it.
It wasn’t just a current red Santonian national team jersey, it was a Hugberg Steenstrup jersey. Yes, Steenstrup was one of the players on the Santonian national team of Prydanian descent. That alone would have made it a good choice. There was a deeper meaning though. One that made Tobias choke up a bit.
“It’s…” Tobias began, looking at the name and number on the back.
“
It’s Krista’s cousin…” he said in a hushed tone. His relationship with Krista Brink wasn’t a secret by any means. It wasn’t incredibly well-known either though. Thibault-Maximilian and Timothée-Brice only knew of it because Tobias had told them about it.
T-Mo and T-Bo both looked at each other and then their cousin.
“I hope we didn’t make you sad, To-B,” T-Mo said, sounding a bit concerned.
Tobias smiled, shaking his head.
“You didn’t...this is very sweet,” he said softly.
“Thank you, both.”
The twins group hugged him right then and there, without announcing it first. And Tobias hugged them back, tightly. He really couldn’t thank them enough. Not for a few jerseys. But for...everything.
“Come on,” T-Bo said.
“Let’s get you settled.”
Tobias nodded, tossing his new jersey over his shoulder with his old one. He followed the twins down another hallway.
“Do you have any other plans, besides family time and football while you’re in Saintonge?” T-Mo asked.
“Já,” Tobias replied.
“Yeah, I’m going to visit with some friends. I think you know of them. Thomas Lasmartres and Thorbjörn Höjsleth.”
“Oh yes, we know them a bit,” T-Bo replied.
“Hopefully your visits go well!”
“Thanks,” Tobias replied with a smile.
“I’m also going to Saint-Calder Boys' Home in Saintes,” he added.
“
The orphans?” T-Bo asked.
“Já,” Tobias replied. “The same war that made them orphans made me an orphan. It just…” Tobias smiled.
“...seems like a good thing to do.”
“You're going to meet the hockey teams too?” T-Mo asked.
Tobias nodded.
“Of course! St. Tobias’ Penguins say they have something for me. A surprise.”
“That sounds good,” T-Bo said, “it should be fun.” Both he and his brother knew Tobias wanted to reach out to Prydania’s diaspora when he could.
“
There’s kind of a party scene in Caunes,” T-Mo added.
“I don’t know if you’re into that but it’s a popular spot for a lot of important visiting people.”
“I’ve read about Caunes,” Tobias said with a nod.
“But I don’t think so. I’m not sure I’d like that...crowd.” He’d picked his words carefully. He didn’t want to just outright say “I wouldn’t be caught dead in that Radical Party rat’s nest,” and he didn’t have to. His cousins understood.
“Well between us and your friends and everything else...,” T-Bo said.
“You’ll be plenty occupied!” T-Mo added.
Tobias chucked as he followed his cousins. He truly was happy to see them again.
15 October 2021
8:23 pm
On a Friday
Saintes, Saintonge
Prydania’s loss to Lanceria in the Quarterfinals had meant that Tobias would be supporting the Santonian side for the rest of the tournament. And he was there, in his Steenstrup jersey. He’d met up with his Santonian relatives in the stadium, sitting next to T-Bo and T-Mo after greeting his other cousins Baudouin, Charlotte, Cuthbert, and Kilian, as well as his Uncle Thibault and Aunt Mélisende.
Really, he was excited for the Finals. Even if your team got knocked out...the Finals were the biggest deal. The two best teams of the tournament. Some of the best football you’d see anywhere! After the first half, however, it looked like it was going to be a disappointing march towards a Skandan victory.
“It’s over,” T-Bo sighed after the first half had ended.
“No, just wait,” T-Mo replied.
“We’re about to see one of the greatest comebacks in football history.”
“Do you know how hard it is to come back and win after being down two?” T-Bo asked. It was rhetorical. Of course T-Mo knew.
“Look, I just have a feeling,” T-Mo replied.
“It’s in the air. The Skandans are winning in spite of themselves, because our defence isn’t clicking. So if the defence figures itself out we should be able to get chances to come back if we can keep the lead in possession.”
“What do you think, To-B?” T-Bo asked Tobias. Tobias raised an eyebrow but thought for a moment before checking his phone.
“I think T-Mo is right,” Tobias said with a chuckle.
“Aha!” T-Mo proclaimed triumphantly.
“Your defence,” Tobias added, “is, to pardon a Prydanian phrase, like a kitten off the tracks. But it’s one thing. Fix it and who knows what happens in the next forty-five?”
T-Mo’s observation ended up being right, and by 8:23 pm Saintonge had pulled within one.
“What did I say?” T-Mo insisted.
“Greatest. Comeback. In. Football. History!”
It was hard for T-Bo to be mad at him, really. The goal had given the crowd new life, almost like a party.
Tobias, for his part, was just enjoying himself. The Santonian comeback that began in the early second half continued, eventually leading to a Santonian victory. Between the comeback on the field and the excitement in the crowd, it seemed like one of the greatest football games Tobias had ever seen. And between the game and spending it with what family he had left well...it was a blast.
“I knew it!” T-Mo proclaimed after the final whistle. He’d been holding in his proclamations for that moment, but it was such a relief to let it out. The roaring crowd drowned everything out for a moment, and in the end, Tobias sat back, soaking it in as his relatives went to congratulate their team.
It was an amazing cap to a wonderful trip. It had been easy, and wonderful, to forget most of his worries and just enjoy his time with his family. With friends. Watching some of the best football in the world.
And yet as the crowd cheered, Tobias found himself looking around. Thinking. He was thinking about “work,” but it wasn’t in a bad way. It was in an intriguing way. A happy way. Because the crowd here, it inspired him.
15 October 2021
11:02 pm
On a Friday
Saintes, Saintonge
“Oh I hope you enjoyed Saintonge, To-B,” T-Mo said as he hugged Tobias just before he was ready to retire for the night. He’d be heading back to Býkonsviði the next day.
“I did, thank you. Thank you for having me,” he said with a pleasant smile.
“Think nothing of it,” T-Bo said with a grin.
Tobias nodded.
“I have to say, that crowd was something,” he mused.
“My ears are still ringing a bit.”
“It was wild!” T-Mo replied with a wide smile.
“Yeah it was,” Tobias said, agreeing with him.
“It was a blast. I really did enjoy my stay here.”
“That’s great!” T-Bo replied, but Tobias wasn’t done.
“It’s always inspiring when I come here,” Tobias said, thinking back to what had crossed his mind as he took in the Santonian crowd cheering for their team in victory.
“Inspiring?” the twins replied in unison. Tobias blushed, chuckling.
“Yes,” Tobias said happily.
“But don’t mind me. Enjoy the victory! You’re world champs!”
The twins hug-attacked their cousin before wishing him well for the evening. Tobias yawned as he let himself fall onto his bed. Inspiring, já. Saintonge was a wonderful country...but there was no reason Prydania couldn’t be. In that way Saintonge wasn't just an excuse to visit what family he had left. It was an inspiration.
OOC Notes: Posted with the approval of @Kyle