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Tomaz sighed and wrapped the scarf around his son tighter. The young child was swaddled in winter clothing, more closely resembling a blue and white marshmallow than a small boy. “You’re not going to be able to get much warmer than that,” Tomaz said, patting the covering on his son’s head.
Rio let out another muffled response that sounded vaguely like a demand for shelter and warmth. Tomaz rolled his eyes and picked up the swathed child and put him over his shoulder. Rio squirmed. “Where are we?” he demanded.
“Sweden.”
“Soo-aid?” Rio repeated, raising his eyebrow. “Is that... sanitary?”
Tomaz rolled his eyes at the thirteen year old. “Sweden,” he repeated again in English. “Small country. Europe.”
“Right in the middle of Jack Frost’s lair,” Rio muttered, his words less biting due to the muffled quality of his voice. “Why are we in Sweet-in?”
“Swe--” Tomaz sighed and shook his head. “Have you ever been to Sweden?”
“No,” Rio replied cautiously.
“Well then. Think of this as an adventure.”
“We could have an adventure in... Japan. I’ve never been there.”
“How do you know about Japan but not Sweden?”
“Their country doesn’t sound like an African disease,” Rio grumbled.
“Right.” He looked around the city, his eyes landing on a (relatively) short man. “Excuse me,” he said in Swedish, tapping the man on the shoulder and stepping into the man’s line of view. “Can you...” the words died on his lips as he looked between the man and his son.
“Hey!” Rio said, thrashing out of the bundle of clothes and from his father’s grasp. “You’re from Canada, too!” he declared, climbing up the taller man’s body to stare at his eyes. “Woah! They’re like mine! Aren’t they, papa? Aren’t they?!”
Tomaz continued to stare down at the man. “Er...”
“Hey!” Rio said, shaking the look-alike’s shoulders. “Do you really use chocolate in Canada for money?! That’s what my mama always said, but who knows! The times have changed,” he said, nodding firmly and giggling madly. “I love Sweet-in! Look at the Canadian, papa! Look at him!” Rio demanded, practically foaming at the mouth with excitement.
“I see him,” Tomaz said weakly.
“Oh! Oh oh oh! I’m Rio! And this is my papa, and he’s the best papa, even better than yours I’d bet, and his name is... is... well. I just call him Papa!”
“Tomaz.” He grabbed Rio, trying to pry him from whom Tomaz believed to be an older version of Rio. How Rio got his hands on the ability to time travel, Tomaz didn’t know, but he only prayed that he matured in age. “Avi, let go!”
Rio wrapped his legs around the man, determined. “No! Mine!”
For the majority of his life, in between his seemingly random destinations, it had become Leon's mission to find his long lost twin sister, save her from whatever fate she was no doubt suffering, and bring her home. Trouble was... he hadn't a clue where to begin other than using his own DNA marker. She was his twin so that should have been enough, right? Apparently not. He'd been valiantly searching since his first jump when he was thirteen. That had ended poorly. One snake bite, a very confused Papa and Maria, and an adrenaline addiction later, he was still no closer to finding his sister than the day he'd found the vortex manipulator and repaired it.
So here he was, out in the cold. Leon loved the cold. No snakes. It was the one phobia he really had, but nothing else seemed to bother him. So long as there were no snakes, he was set. He glanced down curiously at the map in his hands, trying to get his bearings when a deep voice brought his eyes up from the map.
“Excuse me,”
“....... Qua?” Leon stared up at the massive man and the bundled child on his shoulder. He understood, thanks to translation circuits, but Leon was looking up at the man, dumbfounded by his height.. And he though his little brother, Nico, was tall. But whatever the man had wanted to ask seemed caught in his throat. He offered that smirked smile and shrugged his shoulders slightly, shifting in the black leather trench coat. “How can I help y- Mon Dieu!” and he was tackled to the ground.
“Hey! You’re from Canada, too!”
Oh no.. No no no no. He knew those eyes anywhere, full of mischief and wonder. “Canada?” he squeaked out as he lay in the snow, a miniature version of his papa clinging to him like he had just found The Chocolate Mother load of the century. He remarked on the similarity of their eyes, and all Leon could do was stare at Rio, trying to swallow. Next thing he knew, the boy was rattling off a barrage of questions that he wasn't sure how to answer and he looked rather pathetically up at Tomaz with a pleading look of 'What do I do?'
“Oh! Oh oh oh! I’m Rio! And this is my papa, and he’s the best papa, even better than yours I’d bet, and his name is... is... well. I just call him Papa!”
“Tomaz.”
“L-Léon” he managed to stutter out as he instinctively reached his hands into his pockets, fumbling for something. In any other situation, when being mauled by someone's kid, it would have been a knife, but Léon had a better deterrent. His fingers coiled around a neatly wrapped bar of chocolate and struggled to pull it from the folds of his coat as Rio coiled around him as Tomaz tried to pull him off. “No! Mine!”
“Hey, Rio..” he smirked as he finally pulled the bar free and waved it teasingly in front of the boy's eyes, making sure he got Rio's attention. “You want it?” he chirped a little playfully and tossed off into the snow just a few feet away. “Go get it” he offered. Léon slowly struggled back up to his feet, brushing the fine powder of snow out of his hair and off of his shoulders. And then.. He just stared at Tomaz.. Not accusing or offended. Almost as if admiring him.. So this was the infamous Tomaz Keâts. His grandgfather. “Allô!”
Tomaz squinted at the Rio look-alike as he spoke. He didn’t actually speak Swedish, did he? He had spent enough time around Time Lords to know a translation unit when he heard one. Or, well, he thought he did anyway. His brain was still a bit foggy from staring at his son’s identical (if much older) twin. How many favors did Rio have to pull to get a Time Lord to drop him off here? And why? He was dimly aware of Rio – the little one – launching himself at the taller one, and his head tilted slowly. Rio was pinning the older one to the ground and talking at about forty thousand kilometers per hour and Tomaz realized that not many people were prepared for the wild antics that came with his son.
The man looked up at Tomaz pleadingly as Rio continued to harass him, and Tomaz lifted his shoulders mutely. He grabbed Rio under the arms and tried to lift him off the hapless man. Léon. Not Rio, although he could be using a different name. Léon pulled a chocolate bar from the folds of his jacket and he felt Rio still immediately. The bright green eyes were locked intensely on the chocolate, following the bar as the man waved the bar in front of his face. Rio’s legs unclasped from around the man and he dangled in his papa’s grasp, a small line of drool coming from the side of his mouth as he stared adoringly at the chocolate.
“You want it?” Rio nodded slowly. “Go get it!”
Rio thrashed madly in his papa’s arms, tearing after the chocolate with a fiendish giggle. He tackled it in the snow and rolled around with it happily. “Mine!” he claimed, hugging the chocolate.
Tomaz looked back to Léon, raising his eyebrow at the smaller man. The look on the man’s face was definitely not one Rio would give to him, no matter how old he got. And the nose was all wrong, too – and he was very distinctly missing a scar on his cheek. Not Rio. Léon. So not only did his son have a daughter in his future, but a son as well? Fleur had known nothing about Rio (not even his proper name, just ‘River’) but Léon had known about Rio’s debilitating weakness for chocolate. He took a deep breath. Okay, so it was a little awkward, but what did he have if he didn’t have family? He looked towards Rio, who was still rolling around happily on the ground.
“I was just about to find somewhere for us to eat,” Tomaz said, patting Léon on the shoulder. “Come on. We have a lot to talk about, I’d imagine.” He picked up Rio and tossed him on his shoulders. Rio reached pathetically towards Léon, pouting.
“I want more chocolate, siiiiiir,” he whined, quivering his bottom lip and watering his eyes. “Papa! I want the Chocolate Overlord to carry me!”
“The Choco--”
Rio flung himself from Tomaz’s shoulders, clinging to Léon.
“I was just about to find somewhere for us to eat,”
He glanced to the massive hand on his shoulder with apprehension before looking up at Tomaz. “Sure.. No problem. I'll eh.. Just get out of your way and-”
“Come on. We have a lot to talk about, I’d imagine.”
The look on his face was like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Great. Either Tomaz thought he was Rio (like everyone else who had ever met Rio before meeting him) Or.. he knew. He guiltily stared at his boots trying to think of some excuse why it probably wasn't such a good idea for him to tag along with them. Sure, he'd always imagined meeting his grandfather and asking him fifty million questions because he had an idealistic hero worship in the man instilled by Rio when he was growing up. “That's probably not the best idea. I should be goi-”
“I want more chocolate, siiiiiir,”
Leon winced at the pout and his own lip struggled not to match it. Instead he pulled his slightly twisted smirk, one side pulling even more because of the scar in his lips. “Sure thing.” he chirped as he fished into his pocket for another bar. He was rather grateful for the interdimensional pockets. One could carry a lot of chocolate that way and it was handy in a pinch with the plethora of other supplies he carried.. I sure beat trying to keep track of a satchel. The satchel. He stared at it, draped over Tomaz's shoulder, beat up but not covered in all the colorful patchwork.
“Papa! I want the Chocolate Overlord to carry me!”
“The Choco--”
“It's no problem. I have little brothers, I'm used to it” he chirped as he pulled Rio onto his back to give him a piggy back ride.. And this it clicked in his brain that... he shouldn't be talking about his family. Especially not in front of Rio. “I mean.. Eh.. You know..” but he finally gave up. Leon wasn't much of a liar. He decided to just play along and grinned over his shoulder at Rio. “Comfortable? Oooooor..” he grinned up at Tomaz mischievously. “Rio, Let's see who can run faster!” plopping Rio down and taking off.
Little brothers? Tomaz’s eyebrows lifted curiously and he looked at the hyperactive small child contemplatively. What poor woman would want to give him not only a daughter, but at least three sons? There was always the possibility that the children had different mothers, but Tomaz doubted it. Fleur had mentioned that her mother was ‘the songbird’, although admittedly referring to Rio as ‘the river’ was quite vague. And the songbird would lend itself to Magpie, the only girl that Rio could tolerate to be touched by without threatening to throw up or scream.
Léon seemed to realized rather quickly that he hadn’t been supposed to mention ‘little brothers’ and he seemed to stammer over his own words. Tomaz smiled, amusement evident in his eyes as he looked down at his grandson. “I see,” he said, watching as Rio clung to Leon’s back and happily ate the chocolate. Rio was clutching the chocolate possessively, and trying to nonchalantly slide his hand inside of the jacket pocket to retrieve more chocolate. “Avi, no.”
“But he said I could,” Rio griped, whining and burying his head in the crook of Leon’s neck grumpily. “That’s not fair!” Rio writhed grumpily on the man’s back, screeching and huffing when Léon plopped him on the ground. Rio’s legs folded underneath him and he crossed his arms grumpily. “Ouch.”
“Rio, let’s see who can run faster!”
Tomaz chuckled as Léon dashed away. Rio sat there, shell-shocked for a few moments before shooting up to his feet and chasing after Léon. “Hey! That isn’t fair!” he insisted. He grabbed Léon, slamming into the back of his knees and clinging tightly, coiling his body around Leon’s feet. Tomaz rolled his eyes and walked by the pair, patting Leon’s head as he walked back.
He lay, face first in the snow, winded for a moment as he felt Rio clench his little body around his legs. He drummed his fingers in the snow for a moment. Alright, apparently he hadn't fully thought this through. There had been still whispers from Maria that Rio had been quite the rambunctious hellion in his youth and that Leon got a lot of his personality from him. He wriggled his legs trying to ease Rio off, but the kid didn't seem to be budging.
Instead, he rolled over and looked up at the giant of a man that was his grandfather and was a little unsettled by the casual smile and wishing him luck before walking off as if to enjoy a little free time. “Hey, wait! You can't just leave!” he whimpered before looking down at his legs and stared down at a bright green and determined pair of eyes. “Alright.. You and me then, ouais?” as asked, smirking as he reached into his pocket tossing him a small bit of chocolate.
Rio happily crawled forwards, settling himself on Leon’s stomach. “You and me,” Rio repeated, catching the chocolate and eating it, squirming happily. “You’re the coolest adult ever. Besides my papa, but you’re almost cooler than my papa. He doesn’t give me chocolate,” Rio scowled. He continued eating the chocolate and whined when he accidentally chewed his fingers. He wiped his hands on his coat pocket, pressing their foreheads together and glaring into Leon’s eyes. “I want to have all of your chocolate,” he whispered.
He stood up and jumped up and down next to Léon. “Come on! Come on!” he said, running off with enough enthusiasm to outrun a cheetah. Rio slammed into the side of a building and stumbled backwards momentarily, and then darted off along the side. “That was so cool! Did you see how that building just sneaked up on me?!” he giggled, and then paused, a languid mischievous grin spreading on his face as his head slowly turned to Léon.
“Hey, Léon,” he chirped, dragging out Leon’s name playfully. He crouched down in the snow, keeping his target in sight. Rio scuttled closer, cackling under his breath. Once the snowball was formed, he flung it at Léon. “Take that, you chocolate hoarder! I declare war upon you! I throw down the gauntlet! I challenge you to a snowduel!” he yelled, flinging snow at Léon quickly.
Leon stared up at Rio as he sat on his abdomen and practically had their faces shoved together whispering that he wanted all of his chocolate. Well, at least it was good to know that his father's enthusiasm for chocolate wasn't just this weird thing he'd picked up in his later years. Good to know that, like himself, Rio had been a chocolate fiend since childhood. A smirk spread on his lips as he quietly whispered back “All of it? You'll have to fight me for it, Mon Ami” he said, teasingly and reached to ruffle Rio's hair. He never realized just how adorable his father was. There hadn't exactly been many pictures of him to look at, only his father rather narcissistic word.
But, before Leon was able to make anther playful remark at him, Rio was on his feet and darting off. The last thing he needed was Rio getting into something and having his grandfather skin him alive for letting Rio get hurt. He lept to his feet, not bothering to brush the snow off of himself, and darted after him, taking longer strides that he normally took trying to catch the little spitfire when... Rio ran right smack into the side of a building, and bounced back, giggling like a little maniac. He arched a brow at him, wondering if maybe he'd given himself a concussion.
“That was so cool! Did you see how that building just sneaked up on me?!”
That smirk crept back on his scarred lips and he slapped the side of the building, playfully. “Bad House! Watch where you're going, next time” and he reached to run his fingers through Rio's short but shaggy mess of hair before he ran off again. Leon was starting to get emotional whiplash from the breakneck speeds that Rio seemed to function. He seemed to move in only two speeds. 'Rabid Squirrel' and 'unconscious'.
“Hey, Léon,”
Leon's spine cringed. He wasn't sure if he liked the way that Rio tauntingly dragged out his name. He slowly turned, a brow arched. “Oui, Rio? Oof!” And he staggered back, wiping the snow out of his face and just stared down at Rio, looking positively scandalized and pouted at him. “Ce que l'enfer!?”
“Take that, you chocolate hoarder! I declare war upon you! I throw down the gauntlet! I challenge you to a snowduel!”
“Oh hoh HOH! I accept!! En Garde!” and he spun around, his trench coat flying out in a full circle as he stooped down to grab a handful of snow and make a tightly compacted ball, cackling playfully and whipped around to lob it at him. Initially he'd meant to pelt him in the shoulder, or perhaps the chest. Instead, Rio was met with a ball of snow right into the center of his face with a full force throw. Playful as Leon was, he was not known for being gentle, much to his little brothers, Gavri and Nico's dismay. “Have at you!!”
Rio tapped his lips thoughtfully as Léon slapped the wall. “Bad house!” Rio declared, slamming himself into it once more, pelting it with his small fists and clawing at it desperately. “Bad house! Bad house!” he yelled. He stepped back and stared up at Léon with a wild grin and a feral gleam in his eyes. Léon reached to pet him and Rio fled, cackling to himself as he decided what he would do to win the chocolate that was rightfully his.
The next thing he knew, he had a face full of snow and he pouted up at the green-eyed Canadian. “That isn’t fair!” he declared, putting his hands on his small hips. “You aren’t supposed to aim for the face!” he said, ignoring the fact that he had been blatantly aiming for Léon’s face. Kids' rules were different from snotty grown-up rules, anyway. He scowled as Léon challenged him. “Oh yeah?! Well guess what?” Rio declared. “I won’t go easy on you just ‘cos you hit like a girl!” he snickered.
He began pelting snow at Léon, not bothering to full ball them up. There was a flurry of snow between them as Rio continued to fling snow at him, letting out a loud war cry he learned while he was in Africa. He stopped screaming and giggled mischievously for a moment, but the giggle trailed off into abrupt silence as he continued to make the snow flurry around him. As soon as he was confident that his prey’s vision was obscured, Rio launched at Léon, tackling him by the back of the knees and biting his inner thigh. He grabbed the front of his prey’s pants and squeezed tightly, coiling himself around the man to bite harder.
“I am a snake!” he hissed menacingly, eying him menacingly. “And you are a field mouse!” He chomped his teeth and cackled, scampering up Léon and biting him on the ribcage. “You will pay for your crimes against humanity, Keâts!” he declared, mimicking someone who had been talking to his father once. He took Léon’s ears in his grasp and tugged, pressing their faces together fiercely, his green eyes cold and dark. He reached into the satchel and pulled out a knife, pressing it against Léon’s throat. “Give me the chocolate and I won’t cut your throat,” he snarled.
With ever painful cinch on Rio's teeth, Leon let out a pained and extraordinarily high pitched undignified squeal of pain, especially the higher up his thigh Rio went. He kicked and flailed to try and get his pint sized papa off of him. “Rio! Rio, quit!!” he whined. His initial reaction was grab Rio by his hair and stab him until he let go.. but this was his papa.. or would be. He'd heard stories of his wild antics from Maria but they didn't quite come close to just how... well.. was psychotic the right word?
“Give me the chocolate and I won’t cut your throat,”
Leon stared up at Rio in disbelief. Would he really kill someone just for chocolate? He placed his hands firmly on Rio's small shoulders and blinked for a moment. He then smirked and arched his head back exposing his throat. “You can try.. But if you kill me.. I wont be able to show you how the pocket works. I'm the only one who can use them. But, if you let me go.. I'll give you all the chocolate I have.. deal?” he asked hopefully. While he didn't like the sensation of dying, at least he'd regenerate so it wouldn't be anything permanent.
His hands moved away from his shoulders and let his arms sprawl into the snow, his fingers curling gathering up a handful of snow, ready to shove it into Rio's face if he had to.. He really didn't want to. This was his papa after all. He looked around awkwardly. It seemed his pepe had vanished. He wasn't sure what to make of this discovery as he looked back to Rio. He was desperately hoping that his offer would back Rio off of him.
The child squinted down at the man suspiciously. Magic pockets? The bright green eyes flicked to the hands quickly at the sudden movement. There was a feral and calculating look in his eyes as he looked back to the matching pair of eyes, seemingly still not convinced of saving the man’s life. He flicked his knife across Léon’s throat and jumped up, his foot slamming (not entirely on purpose) between the man’s legs. He scampered away, crouching down in the snow and holding out his knife threateningly just in case the man thought he’d get revenge.
“I didn’t kill you. I get the chocolate,” Rio said. “And you can’t back off after a deal’s been made. Papa told me that, and you wouldn’t want to get my papa mad.” He paused, as if it suddenly occurred to him that Tomaz had vanished. His lower lip trembled as he sprang up. “Papa! My papa left me! Why would he do that?! Léon! We have to find my papa!”
There was a rather unmasculine yelp as the blade slipped across his throat. His hands flew up to protect his neck from bleeding out. Luckily, the slice was little more than a paper cut. He was about to mutter something long the lines of “you're lucky I need you alive, you little shit.” when a foot slammed squarely between his legs and Leon rolled onto his side gasping for air that was refusing to come.
Having the lung system he did, not being able to breath was a foreign and slightly frightening sensation. With a sharp inhale, he finally struggled to his feet and just glared at Rio, reaching into his pockets for the chocolate he had promised him. But then came that heart twisting pout. Leon winced as he did his best not to look at him as he did it. “Rio, I'm sure your papa didn't go far. Calm down.” he said, trying to sound confident.
But he was then hit with the realization... He was suck, alone in Sweden with his little psychotic father. This did not bode well at all. As Leon finally came to a full stand, brushing the snow out of his hair, he placed his hands on his hips. He muttered a few french swears, well aware the little demon could understand him, but not exactly caring at the moment. “Come on.. Let's go find your Papa.” he grumbled as he offered down his hand. He would be willing to carry him if that's what Rio wanted, but he needed to keep his hands on this boy to keep him out of more trouble than he was probably already in.
Rio frowned and stood up more fully, scampering away just a little as he looked around the snowy city. “No!” he said, throwing another snowball at Léon angrily. “I know he went far! He went far away because he doesn’t love me anymore! That’s why he wanted to leave me with you!” he wailed, collapsing face-down on the ground as he sobbed into the snow. “He hates me because I don’t like Sweden!” More tears and rather pathetic whimpers from the boy crumpled up in the snow. After only a few moments, though, his shoulders stilled and he sat up on his knees, wiping away the tears.
His eyebrows raised, confused, as the man offered his hand to him. Riocard moved backwards a little bit with his knife raised a bit cautiously, not used to the help of strangers. He had been friendly earlier, but that’d been before he’d realized that his papa had actually disappeared. Survival mode had firmly set in. He stood up on his own and put away his knife. He stood on his tip toes and straightened his back with a bit of a hunch to his shoulders to give him some height.
With a brief shrug of his shoulders in response to help, Rio was off, darting through the city quickly. He paused for a few moments to let Léon catch up with him. “Why do you want to help me, anyway?”
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