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Mathias' hand had just turned the key to their door and started to open it when he heard Flynn's voice, "What the bloody hell was that for?" Followed by a crash, "Ouch, shit!"
Mathias was on guard, hand instantly going to the dagger at his hip as he carefully pushed the door the rest of the way. Eyes scanning the room quickly, taking in a toppled stool and the acrid smell of something burning hit his nose.
Before he could round the corner into their small kitchen, Flynn yelped and ran towards their door, a baking pan outstretched, "Shit, hello love, sorry one sec," he tossed the smoking pan on the porch before turning to face a perplexed Mathias.
"You're home early!"
"Are you ok?" was all Mathias could manage, taking in the state of Flynn. His hair falling from its tie haphazardly, streaks of flour well everywhere, and a very singed mitt on one hand.
"What?" Flynn asked, before following Mathias' eyes down the front of his apron, "Oh, yeah, just burnt everything. I wasn't expecting you home for hours. Is something wrong?"
Mathias pitched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh before answering, "No, unless you count the destruction of our kitchen. What are you doing?"
"Um, well I know how you always get those cookies every Winter Veil, and I thought this year I could bake you some instead. How was I supposed to know baking was so much different than cooking?" Flynn tossed his arms up before heading back to the kitchen, "I'll have this lot swabbed down, don't worry," he added, untying the back of his apron.
Mathias watched him walk past before following him to see the rest of the apparent battleground that their kitchen was currently. Flynn looked absolutely defeated as he plopped down at their small table. Flour streaked his hair down his shoulders, but the apron had taken the brunt of the destruction; it was spattered in chocolate and flour alike.
Something in Mathias snapped at the sight, and he let out a snicker that turned into an all out laugh.
"Oh, wow, yeah, kick a guy when he's down," Flynn grumbled, before Mathias quickly crossed the room and pulled the bigger man up into his arms.
"Thank you, you thoughtful dolt," Mathias chuckled, pulling him into a hug.
The tension softened in Flynn as Mathias pulled him tight, but a wave of disappointment washed over him. "Sorry it didn't work out," he said, his voice low, squeezing back and resting his chin on Mathias' shoulder.
"Doesn't matter," Mathias said, pulling back to meet Flynn's eyes. He reached up to brush the loose hair out of Flynn's face before pulling him into a kiss.