had heard that Norge's skis went missing... that's terrible!

miss those skis. they were perfect.

can help him try and find them if he wants it...

would most definitely like some help. Those are special skis!

chuckles a bit, looking up. "Hmm... where would they have gone..."

"Just got them back from the ski shop. Had them tuned. Wanted to take them out to the slopes tomorrow. Snow's perfect." looks very glum.

frowns a bit. "Aww, it's okay Norge... we'll find them!" Well, not if he could help it.

"If this was a robbery, it's odd the only thing missing are my skis"

nods. "Ja... ye think they'd go after something worth some value."

"Are you kidding? Those skis are worth a fortune!" shakes his head sadly at their loss.

shrugs. "They're just skis, Norge..."

"Nei, they are more than that." it's pointless explaining to him how important those skis were to him.

shrugs again. "They just seem like two pieces of plastic to me..."

stares at him with angry horror. " !!! Plastic! I have *NEVER* had plastic skis in my life! Those were wood skis with titanium laminate!_

custom made!" is in shock Den would think he would ever stoop to wear plastic skis!

takes a step back. "A-ah... I didn't mean to offend ye..." Holds out his arms in defense.

"Damn it, I wish I could find them." is very angry as he looks around, knowing he's not going to find them.

shrugs a little. "I'm sure ye will... just give it time..."

"It's not like I misplaced them, I put them in the same place every time." points to the spot where he stores them.

nods. "I know..."

stops, turns around. "How do you know?"

freezes. Shit. "I... uh... well, I guessed...?"

narrows his eyes. "really, you guess." walks closer to him.

nods, taking a few steps back and smiling nervously. "J-ja. I have very good guesses!"

puts his face inches away from his. "What are you so nervous about Den? Guilty conscious?" keeps walking forward, backing Den up.

holds out his hands defensively. "A-ah, nej! N-not at all..." Keeps backing up till he hit a wall and was trapped.

moves in close, stares into his eyes. Puts one hand next to his head, resting it against the wall. "Where are my skis, Den."

turns his head and looks away. "I-I don't know."

puts a finger on his chin and moves it so he's facing him again. "Where are my skis, Den."

closes his eyes. "I don't know, Norge!"

trails his finger along his jawline. "Come on Den, where are they?"

shudders a bit. "N-no idea..."

"Are you saying you just, dumped them somewhere?" leans in and kisses him on the neck.

shudders more and can't help but wrap his arms around the other. "N-nej...they're safe..."

stops nipping at his neck to glance up at him when he says that. "That's good to know." places his other hand on his neck, then bites into_

the side he was nibbling on a little harder. "How about we go get them right now?"

digs his nails into the others back. "A-ah... ja... ja... we can..."

grunts from that, but releases his neck and looks at him. "Ja, let's go do that right now." steps back away from him.

frowns a bit and wipes at his neck. "Ja..." He stares at him a bit before turning and walks out of his house, staying rather quiet.