Norge
is
ice fishing.
very... carefully... walks out onto the ice, and near him.
Norge
is
watching the fish swim around his line through the hole in the ice.
slowly sits down beside him, watching the fish as well. "Hej."
blinks and looks at him. "Oh, hei. Ja, I guess so." looks back down through the hole watching a big fish come near his lure.
leans a bit closer. "How long have ye been out here?" He says quietly, not wanting to scare the fish.
"Couple of hours." points over to the fish laying on the ice, frozen. "Few more and I'll head in."
nods. "Probably a good idea... it's cold."
"It's good it's cold. making more ice." Hears the ice creak in the distance. his line dips down. Sets the hook and pulls the fish up.
watches closely. "Ja. That's true... less chance of falling through."
"I've never had that problem." takes the fish off the hook and tosses it next to the others on the ice, where it flaps until it freezes.
looks back through the hole. "Neither have I. And it wasn't my fault that I did last time.
*"
still isn't convinced he did nothing to provoke Sve, but knows it will do no good to argue. "Must have been a big hole to get pushed into."
still isn't convinced he did nothing to provoke Sve, but knows it will do no good to argue. "Must have been a big hole to get pushed into."
looks away a bit. "Ah... ja... it was..."
"Then it wasn't an ice fishing hole, like this one." points at the augered hole which is too small for anyone to fall into in front of him.
sighs. "Well... it was like that at first..."
"Where was this hole? I augered through 30 cm to make this hole this morning." looks at him.
shrugs. "Somewhere in Sweden...?"
"What were you doing in Sweden?" pulls out the last fish, tosses it on the ice.
shrugs. "I was just out for a walk... and some how ended up there..."
puts away his fishing tackle, then gathers up the frozen fish. "Uh huh." Not sure what to think of this.
looks into the water a bit before getting up. "Need help with anythin'?"
"I'll carry the fish if you carry my tackle box?" closes the lid on the box, which also happens to be his stool he sits on; gives it to Den_
to carry.
nods and takes it. "What're ye planning on doing with the fish?"
"Clean em, freeze em until I feel like eating them." walks toward shore with his bucket of frozen fish.
hums and follows behind him. "They're pretty good sized fish..."
"Ja, have a fish fry some night." getting closer to the shore.
smiles a bit. "Could I come and join ye~?" He asks, stepping a bit closer to walk beside him.
"Oh sure, could make a party out of it ... invite bror ... "
shrugs. "I think it'd be fun~"
"Really? Then I will see if he's available some time. See if he can bring his girlfriend with him." walks up the shore toward his house.
nods. "It'll be nice to see him again. And his girlfriend..." Keeps following him, thankful he didn't get wet this time.
walks over to a shed first, puts the auger inside, then looks at Den. "You can put my tackle box in here." Walls toward the door with the_
fish to take care of them.
hums as he puts the box in the shed and quickly catches up to Norge. "Want help with the fish too?"
"They're already frozen, just wrap them up and put them in the freezer for now. Have you ever wrapped fish?" Opens the door and walks _
into the back porch, where the freezer and a roll of freezer paper is sitting on a bench.
nods. "Ja, but I've not done it in a while. I always let ye do stuff like that..."
tearing wide strips of paper off of the roll. "That's fine, I can get this done quick." very quickly gets each fish wrapped in paper and_
ready for the freezer.
watches him. "Ye've really gotten good with stuff like this..."
"I wrap a lot of fish." puts tape on the last freezer package, opens the freezer door and puts the frozen fish inside.
nods, still watching him. "Ye're like, the perfect house wife."
stops wrapping fish, looks at him. "I am nobody's wife."
laughs and pats his back. "Ja, I know. I'm just saying ye would make a good one..."
"No idea what you mean by that." puts the last of the fish in the freezer and opens the door into the kitchen.
follows happily behind him. "Well, yer good at preparing food for storage, yer good at cooking..." Looks around once he's inside. "And ye
keep things nice and neat. The perfect house wife~" He hums.
watches him look around. "I only have me to clean up after. Makes it easy." takes out two mugs and pours coffee into them.
shrugs. "Still, ye clean up well. My place isn't anywhere near this nice... maybe I should hire ye to clean for me~" He teases.
"......... hiring someone might be a good idea, but it won't be me." picks up one of the mugs and walks into the living room, sipping it.
hums and takes the other, taking a drink. It was nice to have something warm after being in the cold. "Aww, why not Norge~?
I think it'd be cute. I could dress ye up in a maids dress and everything~!"
Norge
was
taking another sip of coffee, chokes on it, spits some out. "What?!"
almost drops the coffee, laughing so hard. "That was priceless, Norge! Yer reaction was just... wonderful!" Continued to laugh.
scowls at him, wiping off his face. "I'm not a house slave." walks over to the couch and sits down.
hums and leans against the back of the couch where Norge sat and took another sip. "I'd not treat ye like a slave.
Ye'd just be doing the cleaning and stuff~" Chuckles.
"I'm not cleaning your house, I have my own house to take care of." frowns and looks straight ahead.
takes another sip of coffee and rests his head on the top of the couch. "But ye even said yerself, it's just ye here... so it's not hard~"
"I'm not looking for any extra work either." sips his coffee. "I have enough to do."
finishes his coffe and puts the cup down, then leans his head on the top of the couch again. "Aww, come on Norge... I think ye'd look
exceptionally good in a nice cute dress with frills and lace~"
"No, I wouldn't. You have the better figure for a dress." drains his mug and sets it down.
rolls his eyes. "Nej. Yer legs would look better. A nice dress cut just above the knees... and a low collar. Maybe a V neck even."
He brings his arms in front of Norge and traces the line where the neck line would be against his skin.
glares at him. "You expect me to sprout boobs for this dress too?" shakes his head. "How often do you imagine me in a dress?"
laughs. "Ye'd not need to sprout 'em, just stuff~" Ruffles his hair. "And it's not *that* often..."
mouth drops open in shock. "Wait ... you really imagine me in a dress ... "
laughs a bit and leans his head on the others. "Occasionally. I think it'd be kinda cute~ Ye'd suit it~"
leans away from him. "Like hell I would!" stands and walks toward the door.
laughs and follows him. "Norge~ It'd be so cute though! I bet if I called up Japan he'd give ye one for free..."
turns and glares at him. "I am NOT wearing a dress!"
smiles more and steps in front of him, his arms clasped behind his back. "Aww, why not, Norge~? Ye'd look so good in it~"
decides Den has finally lost it. "Uh ... I am a guy. I don't want to wear a dress." frowns at him.
chuckles. "I know ye wouldn't want to normally... but I still think it'd be awesome for ye to wear one and clean my house."
shakes his head. "Hire a maid. In the phone book."
pouts and wraps his arms around Norge. "But I'd only want ye doing it..."
"I'm not doing it." can't believe they are even having this conversation.
holds him closer. "Aww, but Norge..." Smiles at him. "Ye'd look so adorable~"
stares at him. he is a guy. Guys don't look good in dresses.
Søren
thinks
he'd look good in one. With tons of lace. And something lacy in his hair.
shouldn't get too upset. it was never going to happen.
might try to get it to happen...
Norge
is
a man, and men don't wear dresses.
smiles. And ruffles his hair. He had a plan.
knocks his hand away and walks over to his coffee mug.
laughs and watches him. "Don't get so upset, Norge~"
(( ... not in the mood for this right now, getting really pissed off about some stuff ... nothing to do with you. ))
((Aww, it's understandable. Life just gets like that every once in a while. Hope things get better for you soon though~))
(( Yeah but when you don't know why stuff is happening that makes it hard to figure out ))
((Yeah, that's true. >.< Either way, I hope it gets solved soon...))
(( I have a feeling it isn't, and I don't even know why there is a problem. ))
((Aww... that's unfortunate then. =< ))
(( Very unfortunate. It's not fair that I can't even know what happened. Life isn't fair though and that's the way it has to be.))
((Yep... not knowing what happened isn't going to help solve things either. Both sides of the party need to be involed...))
(( Not being able to solve things frustrates me. Oh well. ))
(( *Sigh* C'est la vie. ))
"Don't get upset? You want me to wear women's clothing!" Why can't he see how degrading that would be?
chuckles. "Well, yeah. But no one else would know!"
"I would know!" huffs and crosses his arms. "It's never happening."
hums and turns away a bit. "That's what ye think..." Smirks~
"I don't think. I know." turns away and grabs his coffee mug, stomps into the kitchen.
laughs a bit and goes back to the couch, sprawling over it this time.
fills his coffee mug, leans against the counter drinking it. Shakes his head. Den came up with the craziest stuff.
fills his coffee mug, leans against the counter drinking it. Shakes his head. Den came up with the craziest stuff.
hums. And this was him being *sober*. He stretched across the length of the couch and stared up at the ceiling.
after a few moments walks back into the living room, walks over to the bookshelf and selects a book. Takes it to a chair opposite the _
couch and sits down to read.
turns his head. "Norge~ What're ye readin'?"
"This? this is called a book." looks at Den, then goes back to the book.
rolls his eyes. "Well I know that, ye idiot... I was asking what the name was."
"Laxdæla Saga." goes back to reading.
nods. "Ye should read it out loud. It's very anti-social of ye to read yerself..."
glances up at him again, "Fine." turns a few pages and begins to read. "Chapter 29, Olaf's Second Journey to Norway, A.D. 975 ... " reads_
the chapter out loud.
stares up at the ceiling. Not wanting to admit that this was boring.
"... After that Giermund and Thurid were betrothed, and the wedding was to be held at the end of the winter at Herdholt ... " looks at him _
and puts the book down. "You're not even listening to me."
nods. "I was listening, I'm just not interested."
"You're not interested in the sagas? Have you ever read them?" Thinks this one is one of the better ones.
shrugs. "If I have, it's been a while." Continues to stare up at the ceiling.
looks at him for a few moments silently, then returns to reading from the saga out loud.
closes his eyes and puts his hands behind his head. He kept listening to the other again.
"Osvif was the name of a man. He was the son of Helgi, who was the son of Ottar, the son of Bjorn the Eastman, who was the son of Ketill_
Flatnose ... " Looks at him again.
Søren
is
lost. Not like it was hard for that to happen though.
"Have you ever read this saga? It's about a very important family that lived in Iceland in the 10th century." closed the book and studies_
his face.
shrugs. "Iceland and I barely talk. Why should I know about some important people?"
"There's more than just people in this saga. I find it interesting." sets the book on the table.
closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Then keep readin'."
sits back in the chair, watches him. "Nei, don't feel like it now."
opens one eye and looks over. "Why not?"
gets up, walks over to the couch and crawls on top of him. "I don't feel like it." Rests his head on his shoulder.
blushes, taken aback by that. He wrapped his arms around the other's waist loosely.
settles on top of him, eyes open, staring into the room. "You make a comfy couch."
rolls his eyes. "I'm sure I'm not that comfortable."
"You are, really. I could fall asleep right here." probably could too, he woke up early to go fishing.
smirks and tightens his grip on his waist a bit. "Well ye can if ye want, I'll make sure ye don't fall..."
"Takk ... I appreciate it." his body is becoming more relaxed, and his eyes are getting heavy.
tries to take slow, deep breaths. He kisses the top of his head. "Ye better..."
Norge
has
already fallen asleep.
smiles and closes his eyes, gently stroking the other. This was rather relaxing.