Mutual Understanding [Denmark/Norway]
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roesslyngTitle: Mutual Understanding
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~630
Summary: Norway realizes exactly what his feelings for Denmark are.
Other: Written for a ficlet request thread at the APH anon meme in 2009, but not posted until 2012. (Original post)
Mutual Understanding
Rain. It was raining. It came down steadily and though the drops did not hit with force the numbers were large enough that soon they were cold and damp.
They had been out walking together. The autumn day was crisp and bright and cool though the sun was shining. Perfect. If not for that, Norway wouldn’t have accepted Denmark’s offer.
It was toward the end of their outing that the sky had begun to turn dark and the rain started to fall. Norway had gone out in bluejeans and a soft cotton sweater, and he soon found himself soaked and shivering and silently cursing Denmark, who had the good sense to wear a jacket that day. He wrapped his arms around himself and stepped up his pace to keep up with him. There he was, walking too fast for Norway’s liking, chattering away again. “We-ell! Didn’ think it’d start pourin’ like this! But hey, ‘s kinna’ refreshin’, ain’t it, Nor?”
“Denmark, you’re the king of idiots,” Norway muttered. “ ‘Refreshing’ isn’t what I’d call it.” Denmark only laughed in response. Norway gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms more tightly around himself.
Suddenly he felt a weight on his shoulders. Denmark’s jacket. Norway froze, blinked, then looked upward. Denmark was smiling at him. “Now we’ll both be wet,” Norway said.
“Well, ‘s the principle of th’ thing.” Denmark laughed again and ruffled Norway’s hair, much to his annoyance, and they continued on until they reached Norway’s house.
When they were inside and warm, Norway told Denmark to make coffee, then went to the bedroom to seek out dry clothes. He shrugged the heavy jacket from his shoulders then paused, fingering the fabric for a moment. He pursed his lips. The principle of the thing, he had said. Didn’t make any sense. Sometimes, Norway thought, he was such an absolute airhead. And yet – and yet – His insides twisted a bit. And yet, he thought, it was okay. Really. He let him come back, always. Why?
He suddenly understood the reason. It was something he had considered before, but would never dream of speaking, or even directly thinking; it was enough that he knew. But did Denmark know? Probably not. Having decided, Norway nodded to himself, then set the jacket aside and set about undressing.
When he made his way into the kitchen, dressed once more in some warm dry clothes, he found that his friend already had the coffee brewing and was going through the cupboards in search of something to spike it with. Norway stood beside the kitchen table, awkward for a moment, then cleared his throat.
“Yeah?”
When Denmark turned to look at him, bright-eyed and smiling, Norway found his insides twisting again. “I was thinking,” he began, then paused and bit his lower lip, uncertain. “You. Ah.” Why wouldn’t the words come out?
“Me?” Denmark grinned and went over to him, his arms circling Norway’s waist. “What about me?”
God damnit, Norway thought. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re the king of idiots,” he said.
“Aw, Nor, c’mon- “
“And you talk too much,” he continued, putting two fingers to Denmark’s lips to silence him. “But.”
Denmark quieted and raised an eyebrow at him. Norway cleared his throat. “I...” His mouth was dry. He couldn’t do it. “I think. I think you’re okay. You’re really, really okay.”
His hand fell and he dropped his gaze, but as soon as he had done so Denmark’s hand moved to cup his chin and tilt his head upward. The kiss was unexpected, and Norway was so startled that he was barely able to return it before it broke. There was Denmark, his eyes twinkling.
“Love ya’ too, Nor,” he said, their lips brushing. Then he kissed Norway again before he could protest.
End.
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~630
Summary: Norway realizes exactly what his feelings for Denmark are.
Other: Written for a ficlet request thread at the APH anon meme in 2009, but not posted until 2012. (Original post)
Mutual Understanding
Rain. It was raining. It came down steadily and though the drops did not hit with force the numbers were large enough that soon they were cold and damp.
They had been out walking together. The autumn day was crisp and bright and cool though the sun was shining. Perfect. If not for that, Norway wouldn’t have accepted Denmark’s offer.
It was toward the end of their outing that the sky had begun to turn dark and the rain started to fall. Norway had gone out in bluejeans and a soft cotton sweater, and he soon found himself soaked and shivering and silently cursing Denmark, who had the good sense to wear a jacket that day. He wrapped his arms around himself and stepped up his pace to keep up with him. There he was, walking too fast for Norway’s liking, chattering away again. “We-ell! Didn’ think it’d start pourin’ like this! But hey, ‘s kinna’ refreshin’, ain’t it, Nor?”
“Denmark, you’re the king of idiots,” Norway muttered. “ ‘Refreshing’ isn’t what I’d call it.” Denmark only laughed in response. Norway gritted his teeth and wrapped his arms more tightly around himself.
Suddenly he felt a weight on his shoulders. Denmark’s jacket. Norway froze, blinked, then looked upward. Denmark was smiling at him. “Now we’ll both be wet,” Norway said.
“Well, ‘s the principle of th’ thing.” Denmark laughed again and ruffled Norway’s hair, much to his annoyance, and they continued on until they reached Norway’s house.
When they were inside and warm, Norway told Denmark to make coffee, then went to the bedroom to seek out dry clothes. He shrugged the heavy jacket from his shoulders then paused, fingering the fabric for a moment. He pursed his lips. The principle of the thing, he had said. Didn’t make any sense. Sometimes, Norway thought, he was such an absolute airhead. And yet – and yet – His insides twisted a bit. And yet, he thought, it was okay. Really. He let him come back, always. Why?
He suddenly understood the reason. It was something he had considered before, but would never dream of speaking, or even directly thinking; it was enough that he knew. But did Denmark know? Probably not. Having decided, Norway nodded to himself, then set the jacket aside and set about undressing.
When he made his way into the kitchen, dressed once more in some warm dry clothes, he found that his friend already had the coffee brewing and was going through the cupboards in search of something to spike it with. Norway stood beside the kitchen table, awkward for a moment, then cleared his throat.
“Yeah?”
When Denmark turned to look at him, bright-eyed and smiling, Norway found his insides twisting again. “I was thinking,” he began, then paused and bit his lower lip, uncertain. “You. Ah.” Why wouldn’t the words come out?
“Me?” Denmark grinned and went over to him, his arms circling Norway’s waist. “What about me?”
God damnit, Norway thought. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re the king of idiots,” he said.
“Aw, Nor, c’mon- “
“And you talk too much,” he continued, putting two fingers to Denmark’s lips to silence him. “But.”
Denmark quieted and raised an eyebrow at him. Norway cleared his throat. “I...” His mouth was dry. He couldn’t do it. “I think. I think you’re okay. You’re really, really okay.”
His hand fell and he dropped his gaze, but as soon as he had done so Denmark’s hand moved to cup his chin and tilt his head upward. The kiss was unexpected, and Norway was so startled that he was barely able to return it before it broke. There was Denmark, his eyes twinkling.
“Love ya’ too, Nor,” he said, their lips brushing. Then he kissed Norway again before he could protest.
End.
