She followed him to the couch, a little happy to have arrived first if just for the chance to have him to herself and hopefully gather up a game plan. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.
Hearing that Erik too had no idea what to expect was not exactly confidence inspiring. If it were not for the fact that they settled down to sit, she would have been sorely tempted to pace. Perhaps he had forgotten? “Neither to I do to be honest. Meeting parents is not exactly common but well, there’s not built up expectations at least.”
Trepidation or not, it was show time.
As Erik went to the door, Cécile herself decided it was for the best to get off the couch if just for the moment. A good first impression meant not being called out at overly lazy at first nor did it mean sticking like a tick to Erik’s side. A welcoming smile and a hand out to shake was the way to g-
Of course the man just to have the same lofty height as his sons.
Inwardly shaking the regrets of not wearing even higher shoes off, it was to the greeting she went after a brief glance back at Erik who was on his way to the kitchen.
" A pleasure to meet you at long last sir." There, that sounded nice and polite. Hmm, putting on the tourist charming act might actually be a good idea…
He heard footsteps approaching through the door and, with another deep breath, he prepared himself further. The face of his youngest greeting him settled his nerves, if only slightly, and he stepped inside the house with a single nod of his head. “Thank you. My apologies for arriving so late. …I am sure you remember that I am usually a much more punctual man.”
He cleared his throat as heat rushed to his cheeks, hoping his son didn’t realize he’d been even later than he would’ve been originally because of his nerves getting the better of him outside the door.
The viking man fidgeted for a moment, looking around the room before he met gazes with his son once more. “Ah yes, I shall. Thank you, again.”
Making his way into the next room, he was welcomed with the sight of his son’s significant other. Arnbiørn could not believe his eyes as he stared down - further down than he’s had to look to see a woman’s face in a long while. She was so small, but lovely all the same. Needless to say he was relieved.
Upon hearing her greeting (a pleasantly formal one, at that), he snapped back to his senses and smiled a truly genuine smile for her, nodding his head. “The pleasure is mine.”
"Yeah," Erik nodded "I figured you got lost," he laughed softly, hoping to mask his own nervousness with a joke. A little part of him had hoped his father wouldn’t show up - but he was here now so it was just about making the best of the situation.
Erik was puzzled. Was his father fidgeting? No. Nonsense Erik told himself. No way would Scandia be nervous. What a stupid idea.
However; he was pleased to hear his father was at least being really polite so far.
From the kitchen Erik tried to listen in to their conversation as he found coffee and some cake.
As long as no one started screaming he considered it a somewhat success.
After a few minutes he appeared back in the living room with a tray of cups, plates, coffee and cake - setting everything neatly down on the table. At least his hands had stopped shaking now.
"So…" fuck, now he just felt awkward all over again. He needed a conversation starter. Anything.
"Am I forgiven for not telling you sooner now?" he glanced over at Arnbiørn as he took a seat next to Cécile.