Kieran Mikaelson

Again, the blonde exhaled sharply at her nephew’s explanation. He was a good kid at heart honestly, much like his father, and so she weighed the pros and cons of assisting him in the little endeavor. It seemed plausible enough. “You promise me it’s going into the cake and nothing else?” Not that it mattered, the amount of liquor kept around here was insane. Freya now doubting why she’d never put magical barriers on it actually, with three teens -or near teens- in the house. “I mean it Kieran, if I find out the three of you or your friends got into it instead I’ll put you on magic lock-down for a month.”

“Why Aunt Freya, I am offended--that you think I’m stupid enough to do something that would make someone able to magically seal me into my bed room angry.” Kieran may be a good kid for the most part, and he may not be into drugs or drinking like most kids his age even if he would have a beer or two when at a party, not that he’d admit that to the adults in his family but he was still the son of Kol and Davina. A bit of their sass was bound to be in there amongst the baking recipes and magical talent.

“Just make sure that if your mom finds out, you make sure to mention that I had nothing to do with this, okay?” Being the oldest of the Mikaelson children, everyone always expected him to keep the younger two out of trouble. He slung an arm around his cousin’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Kieran, I’ll keep the giant woodchucks away. Let’s get you some food. And water. . Lots of water.”