By the time that the food is ready at this feats, Charles had already consumed enough Monegasque wine to call himself tipsy, maybe even drunk with a wine glass in his right hand which he presses against his stomach.

Max had been sitting in the big chair close to the fire pit that was lit up underneath the clear night sky filled with stars. His father by his side while Daniel and him were catching Max up on everything that the viking had missed in the months that he had been gone.

The viking chief had been shocked to learn that he had a nephew with the middle name being his, he felt sad that he missed his younger sister's wedding and that he hadn't been there for both of them. Yet he was glad that they were happy and that he had another cousin coming his way.

Charles had looked at Max a couple of times, the once void look always permanent on his face had recently been replaced with a more soft and happy look on the viking. Whenever he looked at the viking he would smile back or stick his tongue out at the Monegasque prince.

It had been the best two weeks of his life, not that they did anything special in those two weeks apart from spending it together. They didn't share anymore kisses between them, not that they felt the need to suck each other's faces all the time.

Unlike Charles his little brother, Arthur had found himself a pretty boy to smooch his face with. Charles learned it was a boy named Ollie Bearman. A young boy that he had been really crazy about since the whales boy had arrived last week.

Charles had been really happy for his little brother who had been really crazy about that boy. He had met Ollie, the boy had been very sweet and nice to him. Which had Charles immediately approve of the boy and within the day, Arthur and Ollie were intendeds.

Which made Charles jealous since he and Max had kissed two weeks ago but whenever he brought up the topic. Max would shut it down and leave the room. Which had Charles really confused and not understand what it's suppose to mean.

The night goes on and Charles had so much wine that his mind didn't think to eat anything. Charles had bumped into Pierre who had been talking to this boy named Yuki. Which he didn't hasn't been really friends with but just enough to make Pierre happy.

The Monegasque has no idea what he is doing anymore, the world around him is swaying. His stomach turns and he feels so nauseous. His feet drag over the dirt road that, the feeling of giddiness is taking over his senses. It doesn't matter how many breathes he tries to take, the feeling of sickness isn't leaving him.

His foot gets stuck behind something, setting his balance off. He falls forwards, trying to brace for the impact of the ground. His eyes screwed shut but nothing comes. He waits and he waits but yet still nothing happens, he doesn't his the ground.

Strong arms are wrapped around his waist before he gets pulled up. His green eyes meet those ocean blue eyes of his viking. His breath catches in his throat, he can't help but feel his heart race in his chest, the thumping of his heart rhythm in his ears. He wants to kiss those pink yet at the same time red lips of the viking holding him up.

His breathing hitches in his throat. Soft lips meet his, the rough texture of Max's lips are oddly soft on his. He pushes his fingers through the blonde locks, that feel soft and neat to run through.

Hands sneak around his waist, pulling him flat against the strong and still slim frame of the viking that still needs a ling while to regain all those muscles he once had. Charles runs his tongue over the viking's bottom lip to ask for permission to deepen the kiss.

Max parts his lips and turns his head a little to give Charles more access, the prince tries to establish dominance over their twirling tongues. But the viking is proving to be quite the kisser and dominates his little prince easily but gently.

Hands kneading his waist underneath the prince his fur, pulling the Monegasque flush against him. The crowd watching intently to their chief making out for the first time in his life out in public with someone, not wanting to disturb the moment of them having their little moment.

Charles pushes himself more against the viking, who takes a couple of steps back from them already being flushed against each other with no air left between them. Both yelp when Max trips over something behind him and they fall backwards.

They break the kiss with Max falling down into the chair he had occupied mere moments before with Charles landing on his lap. Both blink for a second, processing what had happened before they shoot out laughing.

The people around them watch the two lovebirds for a moment before going back to feasting and partying. The interaction between Max and Charles soon forgotten again.

"You okay?" Max asks the flushed prince.

Charles looks like he has been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Which is a look of bright red cheeks and nose, big eyes and his eyes are glassy. His frame shaking as he had never done any of this before in public. He feels embarrassed and happy at the same time.

"Yeah." Charles says breathlessly. "Can we talk about us?" He asks the viking, who had grabbed the beer he had been drinking.

"Us? You really want an us?" Max asks, his voice draining of emotions quickly.

Charles looks at the viking that goes from happy and cheerful to a stoic shell of a man that he had been only mere seconds before. How can this viking go from a happy and nice viking go to this. A man that is avoided of emotions, like he never had them in the first place.

"Yes, don't you want to be intendeds? Or is this just all a game to you and a way for you to get me to sleep with you?" Charles asks, suddenly getting angry.

Max doesn't say anything, he stays silent and takes a sip of his beer before averting his eyes from the Monegasque. It fuels the anger only more in Charles, how could he have been so stupid to think that a viking like Max would want anything with his pathetic ass.

He should have known that all Max cared about was just getting in his pants. Max was a viking after all. Viking only do sex and no relationships, the real vikings that are born here, bred here and raised here are all that way. None of them are different.

Charles gets up from the viking's lap, angrily walking away from the viking. He feels stupid for thinking that he and Max would be something. That those words of 'I love you' had meant anything at all to the viking. He guesses not, all just a game to get in Charles his pants. Maybe to even give him a heir without actually having to have a marriage for it.

"Charles!" He hears Max shout.

But he ignores the viking that he had thought would be the one he would settle with. He had been so naïve to think that he could change a viking into a relationship. But he had himself to blame for giving into this. He had been stupid, so shame on him.

He bumps into someone, a high pitched yelp comes from the person he had bumped into. His eyes meet that of Lando who looks like he is gonna be green any moment, the Whalish boy runs away and he quickly follows the boy to the edge of the party, where the poor boy throws up his guts.

Charles holds his hair that the boy had been proudly growing long out of the way. Lando wipes his mouth clean before he gives Charles a smile and sit in the snow a bit further away from where Lando three up.

"Too much ale?" Charles asks jokingly.

"No, I have been sick for days now. I'm so scared Charles." Lando says before he flings himself at Lando.

Before Charles can ask what he means, he sees Max coming their way. The viking looking quite worried and scared at the same time. Charles really doesn't want to see the stupid viking that he shares a house with. He hates him with every fibre in his body now. How could Max do that to him? Hasn't Charles cared for him enough?

"What's wrong with Lando?" Max asks crouching down in the snow.

"Max!" Lando says before jumping into the arms of the viking. "I'm so stupid! I had sex with Carlos once and now, now I'm really sick. I think I'm pregnant but I fear Carlos doesn't want me! We only agreed to have sex once and no strings attached!" Lando sobs in his arms.

Max rubs Lando's back, trying to comfort the poor Whalish boy that is really terrified and shaking in his arms. Max feels sorry for the poor boy, he quickly gives the crying boy back to Charles. Who glares at Max before the viking gets up.

"I'll get Carlos, this must be a misunderstanding." Max says before getting up on his feet.

Lando pulls away from Charles and looks at the glaring prince at Max. He looks confused between Charles and Max, he has no idea what has happened. Lando's stomach turns again and he holds his stomach to keep from throwing up.

"What is going on between you and Max?" Lando asks, looking at Charles.

"He only kissed me to sleep with me. He doesn't love me, he just wants to have sex with me." Charles says before looking at his hands.

Charles looks at the green looking lando, who nods his head and gives him a sympathetic look. The prince has the feeling that the two of them are in the same boat at the moment. That both Max and Carlos are just using them.

"Yeah, same mate." Lando says before laying his head on Charles his shoulder.

The two watch the party and feats going on, Pierre walks by and tilts his head up in a way of asking Charles if they're alright, Charles bods his head and gives Pierre a smile before the Montseillian nods and leaves to enjoy himself in the party again.

Moments later, Carlos and Max come walking their way. A worried and stressing look takes over Carlos before he sprints to them. He drops into the snow on his knees. Pulling his Whalish boy into his arms, shushing him softly.

"What's wrong, Cariño? Max said your sick. Is it the ale? Food? Something else?" Carlos asks rapidly.

"Pregnant." Lando chokes out before sobbing in the Granadian's arms.

Carlos freezes for a moment, trying to process what the crying boy had told him. But it doesn't take the Granadian long to start smiling and kissing the boy all over his face. Pulling him even closer then he had already been. Not wanting to let go of his cariño.

"I'm sorry, cariño. I didn't mean to get you pregnant, but that won't change the fact that I'm gonna be there with you, your my cariño, no one else's, understood?" Carlos asks from his cariño.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You said sex with no strings attached." Lando sobs.

Carlos scoops up his loved one before rubbing his back and comforting him the way he needs it. Charles can only watch with jealousy that Lando has a person that loves him that much. He wants that with someone too, but he knows it will not be Max. The viking has made it quite obvious that he only wants sex.

"Cariño, I never said that. I asked you to be my intended and you sobbed but argeed." Carlos says to Lando.

"Oh, I must have gotten my dream confused with reality. I'm sorry." Lando says but Carlos just chuckles and picks them off the ground.

Carlos holds Lando like a little baby while walking towards their home. All that Charles can do is watch them go, wishing that it could have been him with his intended. But he knows that he will not have that anytime soon since Max is an asshole.

"Charles? Can we talk?" Max asks nervously.

Charles gets up on his knees, his knees are wet from the snow and the chill of the night is slowly creeping up to him. He looks the viking into his blue eyes, sadness in his eyes before tears gather.

"No." Charles says coldly at Max. "I don't want to speak to the man that only wants to use me for sex. So good night and fuck off." Charles says before walking away.

He just can't believe that Max would do something like that to him. Had he been that easy and naïve for the viking to take advantage of him like that. Once Charles is far enough away from Max doesn Charles let a sob leave his lips. He just tore out his heart and crushed it, he knows that Max broke his heart and yet he let the viking take his heart in the first place.

The Monegasque makes it to his parents house, the place that Jos had given them to live in. He knows that they have a spare room for him and his brothers. He opens the door to find his mother sitting by the fire pit. He doesn't say anything more then good night and goes up to the spare room.

(A/n) you guys hate me now?