Thread: Why'd I Ever Leave? [Lagertha x LeftShield]

Connor knew about his sister, how much she'd changed since he left. It wasn't that he had kept tabs on her when he left, hell he hadn't talked to anyone back home since he left. It was just easy to see, he remembered the day he arrived on the door step. His mom jumping up and down screaming happily and his dad giving him a pat on the back like he was a employee of his. Connor was depressed about actually being back in this place to give to much of a show for his mother. After a hour of talking and catching them up he realized he hadn't seen Viktoria. He thought about asking but he also noticed how weird it was that his parents hadn't mentioned her yet either. He told them he was tired, that he needed to go rest. Walking up stairs he passed her room and smelled the heavy cloud of pot leaking under her door and some man or woman moaning. He wanted to barge in, his instincts yelling at him to throw whoever was on his sister out of the house but he decided against it. It wasn't the first thing he wanted her to remember of him coming home. Instead the first time he saw her was the day after when he was the first up, eating cereal in the kitchen. She walked in and his lips curled slightly into the smallest of smiles. Hey. Was all he said, he wasn't even sure if she'd seen him or heard him. That had really been the extent of their interaction so far. Connor looked out over the room, almost getting a contact high from how much smoke him when he opened the door. He looked down at the two naked girls on the floor who didn't seem to care that he was looking at them or even there. Then she talked about blowing someone, what had happened to her? He remembered her first day going to school when mom had dressed her up in a floral dress with that purple backpack on her back. Now here she was in the den of 'I don't give a fuck' giving him the death stare. Uncle Benny, he actually liked uncle Benny, maybe that was because he married into this psychotic family. The family was crazy in the most simplistic ways. They weren't some crazy religion or cult, their dad didn't beat them all, they weren't a family of crime who robbed banks. No, each one of them was just fucked up in the head and kept their problems hidden deep deep down. Connor was just like them, Viktoria though, she seemed to put her craziness on the outside. At least she embraced it, unlike the rest of his family, unlike him. You didn't think of telling me this or? Connor asked in a most basic of tones, his brain focusing on trying not to pitch a tent on his rather thin material shorts. The were black which hid a little at least but it was more of the fact that he hadn't had sexual contact since the day he left. Her name was Christine Pellbaker, she wanted to 'send a soldier off right'. Now here he was trying to not look at the two naked chicks passing a bong in front of him. He put the beer bottle to his lips and took a sip, looking down at Viktoria as she stood in front of him, wanting to get pass. Connor moved to let her walk by but quickly followed after her. Last thing he needed was to have his first lay between two brain fried chicks in his sister's bedroom. He was already fucked up, but that was pushing it. Hey could you at least act like you shouldn't be doing this shit? He said following after her, he could tell that he was getting on her nerves, that wasn't going to stop him from trying to be a brother. Why are you even talking about fucking people? Aren't you like twelve? He asked with a slight smile, he knew damn well her age but getting under her skin was fun. Just chill out alright, we have the house to ourselves and I don't need mom and dad coming home and finding something like a pregnancy test in the bathroom trash. He looked over her, it was pretty obvious she wasn't twelve, she had come into her body really well over the past few years. Her large chest, her bubble butt, it was pretty obvious the way she was dressing that she was no virgin. Connor took another sip of his beer and tapped his fingers along the bottle. .....So a party huh? He asked, trying to make conversation even though he didn't know where it was going. You know before I left I use to party a bit too. Me and Jimmy would go out skating and usually just roll upon something eventually. He said with a small chuckle. He looked up at her, he couldn't go out to a party. He looked like he belonged at a damn country bar with his wardrobe consisting of US Army T-shirts and jeans. Do you like....need a ride or something? He asked shrugging. His brain was confused on what he was doing though, why was he trying to go party with his little sister. I'm just saying like...if you're to baked or fucked up like I don't want you driving or anything. He said trying his best to not sound like the big brother he was trying to be.