is going shopping for beer... so naturally, he is in Denmark.
might have felt his Swede senses tingling, so he stalked the other.
hummed quietly to himself as he walked through the liquor store, putting things in to his basket casually.
wondered if he would notice him putting some beer in his basket..
would... B|
... slides a bottle in before hiding
rolled his eyes. "I know 's you..." He pulled the bottle out and put it back on the shelf.
chuckles and steps out, putting it back in. "Ye're no fun."
"Ja, ja..." He pulled the bottle back out. "'M not buyin' this." He hated that kind.
pouts. "Fine." He just went to get himself a case. He'd pay himself then.
smirked faintly, surprised how easy it was to dissuade him.
might have not wanted to be in a mood to argue with the other right now...
thinks that's a first...
might still try to make him pay for his beer.
figured as much... He finished filling his basket before going to the register to pay.
put the case with his stuff.
stared at the beer for a second. "Y're payin' for dinner."
pouts. "Whhyyyy?"
"Y' want me t' buy the beer or not?"
sighs and crosses his arms. "Who said anythin' about us goin' to dinner, hmm?"
shrugged, pushing the beer away.
pushes it closer.
pushed it back out of the way. "No food, no beer."
huffs. "But food is expensive."
"So's beer."
"Not the same..."
shrugged and moved forward to pay, pushing the beer back so that it wasn't included with his stuff.
huffs and pushes it back up. "Fine."
smirked faintly and paid for everything.
sticks his tongue out at him as he walked by.
grabbed his alcohol, letting Soren carry the beer for himself.
carried it easily. "So. What about dinner?"
shrugged.
rolls his eyes. "Ye wanted it."
"Jus' said y' had t' pay for it."
nods. "And what if I don't~?"
shrugged. He didn't entirely expect him to pay for dinner, though it would be nice.
doesn't see why he was even wanting to have dinner with him. He had the Fin.
didn't need to spend all of his time with Tino...
figured he should.
didn't see why. He liked having time to himself sometimes.
guesses he should keep having time to himself then.
didn't mind spending time with the Dane. It had been a while since they'd hung out.
guesses so...
wasn't going to force himself on Soren if he didn't want him, though...
kind of wanted the Swede around... It had been a while since he's been in the company of one.
wouldn't mind spending the evening with him; he didn't have anything better to do and it would be nice to get out of the house.
could take him to a restaurant then, once he dropped off his beer at his place.
didn't think they needed to go to a restaurant unless Soren wanted it. He'd be fine with Soren cooking. It'd be a nice break from Tino's_
cooking.
guesses he could... he didn't want to waste his food, which would be going bad soon.
would leave it up to him. He opened the back seat of his car, sliding in the bags of alcohol.
put his beer in then got in the car.
got in to the driver seat and buckled himself in, glancing over at Soren.
just looked out the side window.
drove to Soren's house, parking out front when they arrived.
got out and grabbed his beer, bringing it inside and putting some in the fridge.
brought a bottle of vodka in with him, not trusting the Dane to have the brand he liked.
had some left over from when Astrid was here.
didn't want to drink Astrid's alcohol.
doesn't think it mattered, she wasn't here anymore.
didn't realize that...
didn't think he would. He grabbed a cold beer after and downed it. "What do ye want to eat?"
went to the fridge to grab some ice for a drink. "Whatever y' wan' t' make."
rolls his eyes and nudges him out of the way after, pulling out some chicken.
poured the vodka straight in to his glass with a few cubes of ice before sliding the bottle in to the freezer. He figured he'd be visiting_
long enough for a drink or two.
focused on cutting up the chicken and vegies
*veggies
hovered close behind with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Y'r cuttin' it wrong."
rolls his eyes. "Nej, I'm not."
poked at his side with his hand that wasn't holding the vodka. "Ja, y' are. 'S too big."
shifts away from that. "Nej! It's not!"
felt the corners of his lips curl up slightly as he poked him again a few more times.
elbows him in the stomach.
hit him in the back of the head and stepped back to sip his drink.
makes a sound as he slid the knife over his hand. "Idiot." He put the blade down and went to clean off his hand.
almost felt bad, but Den was a nation, it wouldn't hurt him that badly. "'S not deep, Have 'nother beer an' it'll be fine." This attitude_
was one that he really only held for himself and Soren, had Tino cut his hand he probably would have forbid him from touching sharp objects.
knew that. He would have thrown the knife at the other if it was deep. He dried his hands off after and sipped more beer as he worked.
would have called him a wuss if that had been the case. They'd had worse than a kitchen knife cut on their hand before.
could give him a bad cut if he wanted~
still thinks Den would have been a wuss if he got so upset over a little scratch.
wasn't upset over anything.
poured himself some more vodka and started tidying up the fridge...
wonders why he's touching his fridge.
was just organizing it a bit better...
thinks it was organized fine. All the beer was at the front!
thinks it could be organized a bit better...
rolls his eyes as he started cooking.
organizes it to his satisfaction and goes to the living room, leaving Soren to cook on his own.
hummed as he cooked. "Don't dirty anyhin' up in there, Swede."
scoffed. "'M rubbin' dirt on everythin'."
rolls his eyes. Maybe he'd put some food poison in his portion.
would paint his bedroom blue and yellow if he did...
wouldn't let that happen.
would get Norway or Iceland to take him out for the day and sneak in to do it...
doubts either of the females would want him around.
is pretty sure the female Norway would conspire against Soren with him...
doesn't think so...
thinks so. She seemed nice.
thought she was nice too.
thinks she would definitely go along with it. And she had a troll, too. So it was guaranteed to get him out of the house.
just kept cookin...
was rubbing his Swedish germs all over the living room...
thinks that's gross.
relaxed in to a chair and began flipping through channels on the television.
finished cooking after a while and put everything on two plates.
had found an American station playing a weird show. Something Shore.
's eye twitches. "CHANGE THE CHANNEL."
blinks. "What is it?" He had no idea what the show was, it was weird, and oddly intriguing. He didn't even want to watch it, but he_
couldn't look away.
brings the food in and puts it on the table before changing it.
was almost thankful for the changed channel. "Tack." He nodded as he looked at the food.
nods and just puts it on a news channel for now. "Want more vodka?"
shook his head, but got up to get some milk. He preferred to have milk with dinner.
thinks he's weeeiirrrddd... he just got himself a beer.
thinks if either of them is weird, it's obviously the Dane.
knows that's not true. He came back with his beer and started to eat.
sat down after taking a sip of his milk. He ate the food slowly, appreciating the taste.
hoped it was okay. He hadn't been cooking lately.
"'S good." He hummed quietly.
smirks. "Obviously. I made it."
shook his head and chuckled quietly. "As mod'st as ever."
smirks more as he ate. He was pleased with his cooking.
had always enjoyed his cooking.
was glad someone did.
thinks most people did.
wonders who those others are?
assumes the other Nordics liked his cooking.
doesn't know... they haven' t been around in a while.
figures they'll show up whenever they want to.
figured they've been showing up less and less...
thinks that's natural. The Nordics were a distant bunch.
thought they were being extra distant... He hadn't seen Norge, Ice, or Fin in months. He was the first to visit him during the new year...
could bring Fin over for dinner some time, so long as Soren hid the alcohol...
would have to drink if they were together.
didn't want Tino to start drinking...
wondered why?
didn't want to risk him getting violent or horny...
... would hid the alcohol. He didn't want either of those things happening.
was glad he understood...
would be grossed out by that. He just continued to eat.
would be more embarrassed than anything... He finished his food and took the last few drinks of his milk.
took a bit longer to eat.
carried his dishes to the kitchen and started to clean up.
doesn't think he needed to. He finished his food a bit after and went to clean up everything.
didn't mind doing dishes.
pushed him out of the way to do them.
shoved him back and continued doing them.
makes a sound and pushes him again. They were his dishes!
shoved him back with a quiet grunt. He had helped dirty them, so he would help clean them!
shoves him out of the way and locks himself in front of the sink. They'd never get clean if a Swede did them!
grumbled under his breath and weaseled his way in front of him, practically plastering himself against the counter and the sink.
puts a hand in front of his face to shove him backwards and wiggled onto the counter a bit.
tackled him to the ground!
yelps as he hit his head on the ground and rolled over so he was on top. He was doing those dishes!
growled as he rolled back on to the floor, grappling at his torso so that he was on top again. He was washing those dishes, and they would_
be cleaner than Denmark's dishes had ever been.
growls and clung to the other so he couldn't get at the dishes even if he wanted to.
punched his jaw, not able to get much momentum for it with their close proximity.
makes a sound and bites him, leaving a mark.
yelps in surprise more than anything else. "Y' bit me?! 'M gonna have t' get a rabies vac'nation now."
smirks. "Serves ye right for tryin' to do my dishes, bastard."
put him in a chokehold. "I dirtied 'em, I'll wash 'em."
coughs a bit before putting an arm out and pushing his head up and away, getting enough space to escape.
rubbed the spot that had been bit when he escaped, glaring.
hummed as he went and started washing the dishes.
would let him do the dishes. If he wanted dirty dishes it was his own loss.
made awesome clean dishes. The Swede would have dirtied them up with Swede germs.
begs to differ. Soren could hardly wash himself, let alone dishes.
had very clean dishes! He put them in the dish rack to dry as he kept cleaning.
messed up everything he cleaned.
glares at him. "Stop that."
"Hm?"
"Stop dirtyin' my dishes."
"They're alread' dirty. Y' can't clean."
huffs. "I can so clean!"
"Tch." He scoffed, rubbing his hands over one of the dishes to get his 'Swede' germs on it.
's eye twitchs. "Stop that! I'm gonna have to clean them all over again!"
tapped his fingers against all of the clean dishes.
huffs and pushes him out of the kitchen.
laughed and pushed Soren out of the way so he could get to the sink first.
makes a sound and trips him, stepping on him to get back at the sink.
grabs at his ankles and pulls him down.
flails as he fell, cursing when he hit the ground.
jumped up quickly, stepping on him to get to the sink.
makes a sound but clings to his leg. "Ye're such a fat ass..."
"Y're one t' talk." He scoffed, clinging to the edge of the sink in case Soren tried to pull him down.
tried, but couldn't... So he undid his belt a bit and pulled his pants down.
kicked him as hard as he could, spreading his legs a bit to keep from having to loosen his grip on the sink.
coughed a bit at that but then just got up and smirked. He could have fun with this...
let go with one hand as Soren coughed, pulling his pants back up and at least buttoning them.
tries to shove him out of the way again. And might be climbing on the counter to do this.
leaned over the counter before he could get to the sink, maybe climbing up to block him from it.
tried to reach around him to get at the dishes.
pinched at his sides to cut him off.
yelps and pushes him off the counter.
fell with a thud as his head hit the edge of the counter. He growled and stood back up slowly, narrowing his eyes at Soren.
smirks as he sprawled out and started doing the dishes again.
glared, but left the room, going to the bathroom. He'd get back at him for this...
smirks and stayed on the counter, since he didn't want to move now. He just hummed as he finished the dishes,and rewashed the others.He won~
came back seconds later, a damp towel in his hands, primed for optimum whipping.
was drying off his hand and hummed.
flicked the towel on to his back with a small, triumphant smirk.
yelps and dropped the towel, shivering as the pain ran through his body. He glared as he picked up the towel and wet it.
moved to stand on the other side of the table, spinning his towel in preparation.
did the same and leaned over, trying to hit his arm.
jumped out of the way with a smirk. "Miss'd."
huffs and prepared again. "I'll get ye idiot!"
"Y' wish." He snickered, leaning over to try and hit him again.
dodged that one, and tried to hit his arm again.
winced at the pain; at least he was wearing a sweater, but it still stung! He glared, preparing for his next move.
smirks and jumps away, running into the living room.
glanced at the living room, then the fridge. With a smirk he pulled out one of Soren's beers and made sure to open it as loudly_
as he could.
... twitches. "DON'T TOUCH MY BEER."
drinks it.
runs back in and takes it from him.
finished it just before he could grab it~
glares at him and crosses his arms.
seizes the opportunity and flicks the towel at him quickly.
yelps and punches him,
fell back against the fridge from the punch, nearly laughing at the yelp.
whips him after. In the chest.
gave a quiet grunt before kicking him in the gut.
stumbled back again before smirking and whipping him again. And again.
dodged him, whipping back.
took the hits as he continued to hit the other. It was worth it.
glared before grabbing at Soren's towel to stop him.
tried to pull away and whined.
punched his face.
stumbled back at that, pulling his towel with him.
watched him with a small grin.
rubbed his cheek. "Bastard."
opened the fridge to get out his vodka.
steals his vodka and sips from it.
grabs Astrid's and drinks it instead.
... takes that from him too.
steals it back!
huffs and takes it back. "This is Astrid's."
steals his own bottle.
lets him have it... if he had vodka he'd rather Astrid's.
is pretty sure they are the exact same kind.
would still rather Astrid's...
wasn't going to stop him from drinking Astrid's alcohol. He sipped on his, his skin still stinging from the whipping.
whipped him once more as he drank.
smirked faintly as he took a large swig.
huffs and whipped his groin.
barely managed to lift his leg up in time to shield it. He glared, that was a low blow...
doesn't think anything is a low blow between them.
liked keeping his groin in tact; unlike some people he actually used it from time to time...
... punches him. In the face.
knees him in the groin.
pushed his knee away before he could and just went to drink the rest of the vodka.
scoffed and walked back to the living room.
... took more of Astrid's vodka and started drinking it. He deserved it. "I hope yer marks become bruises."
"Ja, ja... You too." He said dismissively, settling back in to the couch with his bottle.
walked into the living room after finding some chocolate and sat on the other side of the couch, crossing his legs up on it.
relaxed back, watching the news that Soren had turned on earlier.
nibbled on some chocolate as he watched it too. He was amazed the Swede understood Danish
understood all of the Norse based languages...
thinks that's pretty amazing for his small brain.
has a bigger brain, and other things, than the Dane.
knew that wasn't true.
knows it is.
had many bigger things than him.
doesn't think that having bigger hair or ego counts.
has bigger things that matter!
disagrees.
doesn't care. He just kept drinking vodka and eating chocolates.
thinks he'll get fat if he keeps eating so many chocolates.
wouldn't get fat. He worked out a lot.
thinks Den's been getting lazy in his old age.
isn't getting old! And thew a chocolate at him.
caught it and ate it. "Tack."
sticks his tongue out. "Ye're not gettin' another one."
"Didn't want another."
nods. "Good." They weren't supposed to be eaten anyways.
wouldn't be surprised he was eating them so quickly then.
had meant them for Astrid..
figured as much. Romance was never Den's strong suit.
was perfect at it. He just didn't want the chocolates to go bad as they've been here for a while...
"Where's Astr'd?" He asked curiously, glancing over from the tv.
shrugs. "Busy."
"Ah..." He wondered what she was so busy with, since their boss hadn't been giving them too much work lately...
didn't know... but he had hoped she wasn't with someone else...
doubted she would be.
didn't know... He wondered how alike she was compared to Berwald.
often wondered that as well. Though he hoped for Soren's sake that they were at least similar in this regard.
just hoped she wasn't a full lesbian... he had remembered her mention he was the first guy she was with.. maybe she regretted that...
could understand that much. Though it wasn't really his place to make assumptions.
had just started thinking of the worse case scenario as of late...
thinks that is probably for the best; it was always good to be prepared just in case.
... just kept drinking and eating.
kept an eye on him, just to be safe.
doesn't need to be lookedd after like some kid.
thinks there is a difference. He just wanted to make sure Soren didn't hurt himself too much doing something stupid... He wouldn't actually_
stop him from doing it.
figured as much. And he never did anything stupid.
would laugh at that...
gets up to get some beer. He was in a drinking mood.
wonders when he isn't...
rolls his eyes and comes back with some, opening one and sipping it quickly.
was still casually sipping his vodka, not looking to get too drunk.
thinks the other is weeaaakkkkk.
still had to drive home after this...
... thinks he could stay over if he got too drunk to drive...
wouldn't invite himself to crash there...
would keep giving him drinks then...
still had his vodka... and a car full of alcohol...
would go and get that and give it to him then...
didn't need it... He still had quite a bit of vodka left.
wanted him to drink it all.
thinks he should say something about it then.
didn't want to seem eager for him to stay...
didn't want to seem like he wanted to stay too desperately.
nibbles more chocolate. "How's the vodka?"
"Good." He nodded, taking another sip.
nods. "Ye should finish it all then."
raised an eyebrow. "Ja?"
nods. "Ja."
"Why?"
shrugs. "If it's good why stop?"
shrugs. "I don' need t' drink 't all in one go."
nods. "Ja. It might not be as good when ye have it next time."
chuckled quietly. "Doubt tha'."
nods. "It'll be different, trust me."
"Oh?" He had been drinking the same vodka for years, he doubted it would change any.
nods.
"Don't think so."
huffs. "Drink it all."
"Y' want me t' get drunk, don'tcha?"
... nods.
laughed quietly. "'F I do that, 'm stayin' th' night."
smirks. "I'll just put ye in the shed."
"I'll g' home now."
shakes his head. "Nej."
smirked. "Eh?"
"Ye can't go home."
"No?"
shakes his head.
"Why not?"
"Ye 're gonna drink."
"Am I?"
nods.
"'Lright." He took another drink before pulling out his phone to text Tino and let him know he wouldn't be coming home.
smirks and leans back, drinking more beer
didn't mind staying the night there, and he hadn't drunk much lately.
was glad he'd not be alone tonight.
figured his house would usually be full with the other Dane, and Astrid.
hadn't seen Astrid in weeks, and Dorthe was... preoccupied with the Dutch.
didn't realize he had been alone.
hadn't really called out to anyone. Though he had visited Thora a lot.
thinks that's... good? He didn't know the female Iceland very well, but if Soren enjoyed her company that was good.
thought she was good to go to a lot of the time.
is glad he has someone he can go to, then.
was too. He'd have lost it by now if he couldn't.
thinks he could have always visited him...
had been kind of worried he would lose it if he went to see him.
doesn't see why he would...
was worried being around a Swede would remind him too much of Astrid. Or that seeing him and Tino would hurt too much.
could have sent Tino back home for the night, or they could have stayed at the summer house outside of Malmo.
didn't want to bother him with that... as ironic as it sounded.
would have made fun of him for it, but he didn't want the Dane to feel completely unwelcome in his home.
wouldn't have been in the mood to be made fun of. So he just avoided him.
probably would have given him free alcohol and a shoulder to cry on, too...
doubted it.
only poked at him out of brotherly love; He'd always be there if Soren needed anything.
didn't think so regardless.
could invite him over more often if he'd like that...
might not mind..
"Y'know... Ev'n with Astr'd gone, y're more th'n welcome t' visit th' house..." He offered, having a feeling he'd regret it later. "If y'_
can use th' front door, an' not th' window..."
smirks and laughs a bit at that. "Tak... but I'm fine."
nodded and got up to go get some more ice for his cup since the vodka was warming up.
sipped some more beer, almost out. "... Bring beer!"
"Nej."
pouts. "Why?"
"Get it y'rself." He said as he put some ice in to his glass. He poured the vodka in then returned it to the freezer.
siiighs and got up to get more beer, swaying a little as he walked.
walked back to the living room, holding a beer out to the Dane, only slightly concerned at the swaying.
blinks and smirks. "Awesome. I gotta slave."
rolled his eyes. "'M not y'r slave."
shrugs and opens the beer, sipping it. "Ye listened to me though~"
"Was bein' nice." He shook his head with a quiet chuckle as he made his way back to the couch.
hums. "That's a first." He went back to the couch too and sprawled on it.
was nice plenty of times!
didn't think war was nice for dishes.
thinks that is Soren's fault.
doesn't see how!
had been trying to help when he was rudely shoved out of the way.
was just cleaning his house.
doesn't think he had a reason to be rude about accepting help.
didn't need his help.
had dirtied the dishes, he could clean up after himself!
had dirtied them too! He wondered if he did that for everything.
was getting back at him for acting obnoxious...
wasn't obnoxious at all!
begs to differ.
just downed the rest of his beer...
made himself comfortable on the couch, starting to feel a comfortable buzz.
dropped the bottle to the side and sprawled out more.
pushed him off of his half of the couch.
flails and fell to the floor. "Ye bastard!"
hadn't meant to push him entirely off the couch, but ignored him and stretched out to make himself comfortable anyway.
huffs and climbed back on, siting on him.
ignored him while watching the television.
wiggled his ass on his legs.
rolled his eyes, slightly amused.
was trying to be annoying... and started sprawling on him.
knew he was, which is why he wouldn't give a reaction.
kicks him in the face as he got his feet to him.
punched him in the groin.
yelps and curses at that as he used his heel to hit the others groin.
quickly shielded himself, moving to shove him off the couch.
wrapped his arms and legs around the other, pulling him with him.
growled quietly, trying to break free as they both fell to the floor.
kept clinging to him. He had an iron grip.
went for plan B when plan A failed. He began tickling his sides relentlessly. If it worked with Hana, it should work for him.
.... bites his lip and starts wiggling.
conceals a small smile as he attacked him more, growing more confident in its success rate.
tried to tickle his sides, seeing if that worked.
remained stoic faced, thankful for not being particularly ticklish on his sides.
cursed at that and tried his feet next.
had worn thick socks...
took them off and tried again, all while trying to keep from laughing.
wiggled to get his feet out of his grasp while tickling more fiercely.
smirks and latches onto one leg, tickling his foot.
kicked him to get him off, writhing as he tried to ignore the sensation that shot up his leg.
cursed a bit but continued to tickle. He wouldn't let go that easily!
bit his lower lip to keep from laughing as he tried to wiggle free, returning to his relentless attack of Soren's sides.
curses again as he bit his lip more and focused all his attention on the others foot. This was torture.
would win this battle! He refused to show sign of weakness and laugh.
would win it better! He got the other foot as well and started tickling both
nearly lost it, but managed to get one of his feet free enough to kick his face as roughly as he could.
yells out a bit as he leaned back and pinched his other foot.
kicked him again!
hisses and gropes him.
thought that was a low blow! He tickled him even more now!
just gripped him tighter. There were no low blows in his mind.
ignored it, focusing all of his energy in tickling him.
curses and wondered how he'd react if he stroked him through his pants... so he tried.
stiffened momentarily, taken back by it to say the least, though he quickly masked his surprise and kicked Soren in the face again, this_
time with more force.
hisses and punched him in the groin.
grunted quietly in pain, sliding his hands up the Dane's shirt in hopes of getting more of a reaction by tickling the flesh.
yells a bit at that and kicks him away.
held on with an iron grip, refusing to be kicked away.
pulled his hands away from his skin.
smirked. "Wha's'th' matter?"
huffs. "Nothin." He shoved them away before pushing the other away.
took back the couch.
rubbed his jaw as he got onto the couch as well. Taking his normal spot.
rolled on to his side, facing the tv. His groins hurt now...
((Luls, he has more than one? ))
tried to keep him off his side.
((Yes, you know. He likes to keep a spare just in case...))
tried to keep Den away from his side!
((Pfffft. XD ))
just made sure not an inch of the Swede was on his side... he kept moving him when he did.
thought Soren was getting on his side, not the other way around...
knew the whole couch was his!
thinks he should have expected the Swede to take half when he invited him to stay over.
thinks he should really put him in the shed.
wonders if that's what he does with Astrid when she frustrates him.
hasn't done it to her yet. She's not been around to frustrate him though.
finds that surprising.
rubbed his chest a bit as well as his jaw some more. "Bastard."
said nothing, but debated going out to the car to get another bottle...
thinks he should...
didn't want to lose his spot on the couch...
would keep it warm for him.
thinks he would also keep it warm by never moving... But never the less, he got up and made his way to the car. Maybe alcohol would help_
numb the soreness he was already beginning to feel from the whipping and wrestling.
smirks and instantly sprawls on the couch.
came back with a bottle and sprawled out on top of him.
made a sound. "Y-ye're heavy."
wiggled to make himself comfortable. "Y're warm."
huffs and sinks into the couch more, nodding. "Well ja... M'hot."
ignored the comment and rested his arms over Soren's face.
glares at him. "Ye smell."
made it so that he was practically suffocating him.
tried to shove his arms off.
moved slightly, but only enough so that it wasn't blocking his breathing.
inhailed deeply. "Ye gotta lose weight. Fat ass."
"'S muscle." He shrugged, not too worried about his weight.
wiggled to try and free more of himself.
held him in place, quite comfortable.
huffs. "I can't get my beer."
opened the bottle of vodka and inched it towards Soren's mouth.
... takes a sip from it.
smiled lightly, taking a sip for himself and draping his arm over the edge of the couch with the bottle dangling from his hand.
licks his lips. "S'not the same as my beer though."
"Too bad." He shrugged, not wanting to move. He was sore and lazy.
pouts and tries to reach the vodka.
made a quiet scoffing sound and held the bottle towards him, not really wanting to fight anymore.
was glad he didn't want to fight anymore. His face was sore. He took the bottle and sipped it more.
started to fall asleep on him.
didn't notice... He just kept drinking the vodka. It was making him warmer than he'd have liked though... So he tried to maneuver out of his
shirt, finding it rather hard with the Swede laying on him.
nuzzled in to him as he fell asleep.
makes a sound and just looked at him, sighing. "Idiot..."
didn't hear the noise, sleeping contently.
sighs and finished off the vodka before loosely putting his arms around the other.
breathed softly down his neck, resting his head on his shoulder.
shudders a bit at that and just stares at the ceiling. He was drunk, and asleep. That's all.
mumbled incoherently against him as he clung tighter to him. He may have been a bit of a 'friendly' sleeper when he drank...
didn't mind at this point and time... He missed the presence of a Swede. He just kept his loose hold on him.
wiggled a bit so that he fell between Soren and the cushions.
made a sound and clung to him, not wanting to fall off the couch.
wrapped his arms around Soren, unintentionally sliding one of his hands up the back of his shirt.
shivers a little at that and glares at him. He would have sworn he was doing this on purpose.
was asleep; he just got clingy when he drank and got tired...
might have forgotten that after the bit he drank..
wrapped his leg around him, pulling him closer.
cursed at that and tried to ignore it.
smiled faintly in his sleep as he rested his head on Soren's shoulder, his hand unconsciously trailing over his back as he pulled their_
bodies as close as possible.
shudders more at that and curses quietly, trying to get his hand off his back.
clung to him as though his life depended on it...
sighs. "Sve, let go..." He said quietly as he kept trying to get his hand off his back.
slept heavier than a log when drunk.
noticed... He moved his hand out from his shirt, and sighed, thankful for it being gon.
moved it back there...
stopped him, glaring.
slept through the glare~
holds his hand and keeps it awa.
*away
tangled his fingers and mumbled quietly in to his neck, stirring, but not actually waking.
curses and closes his eyes a bit, convincing himself this meant nothing. He was just drunk.
didn't think there was anything with a little snuggling while drunk...
guessed not... but he was reading too much into it.
didn't realize the Dane could do that. He tangled their legs together, desperately seeking the closeness that he wouldn't admit to wanting_
while even remotely sober.
huffs at that, but lets it happen... And lightly trails his finger tips along the others cheek and jaw.
leaned in to the touch.
smiles faintly and continued do that, missing the closeness with someone.
liked being close with his family.
did too, but it was hard since no one was around normally.
had already said he was welcome to visit him...
might visit him more... if Fin wasn't around...
thinks he should call first to be sure.
would then... just to make sure they'd be alone.
didn't see why he wouldn't want to be around Finn.
just wanted to be alone with the Swede... that's when he was most happy.
would spend time alone with him then. Maybe they could go play racquetball or something.
... thinks they should do more exciting things than that.
thinks that is exciting...
would do more exciting things with him when they're alone..
wonders what kind of exciting things he had in mind...
wouldn't tell him until the time came.
somehow, doesn't look forward to that time...
just continued to trace his features before carefully sliding his hand under his shirt.
shivered unconsciously and nuzzled in to him more.
smiles at that and lightly traces some of the scars on his skin.
tensed his muscles slightly at each touch, but didn't wake.
smiles more at that and closes his eyes a bit. He felt a big smug when he knew he caused most of these.
doesn't think he should be so cocky, since a fair amount that littered Soren's body were from his hands.
knew that, and he both loved and hated him for that.
just hoped to avoid making too many more. His body was running out of places for scars.
doubts he'd leave any more scars, unfortunately...
unconsciously scratched his nails over Soren's back as he shifted in his sleep.
hisses quietly and leans into the others nails. He was so glad the other was asleep right now.
started breathing through his mouth as he fell in to a deeper sleep, his breath tickling at Soren's neck.
shivers and tries to shift away so it wasn't as direct on his neck.
shifted with him.
huffs and tries to push him away a bit so he could lift up his shirt to see the scars.
might have been wearing a button up shirt that could have easily been undone...
started to unbutton his shirt then...
sleeps on obliviously, stretching out.
smiles a bit when he got his shirt undone and traced the scars lightly again.
shivered unconsciously, tensing faintly with each scar as he scooted closer to Soren.
went over some of the biggest, liking the feel under his fingers.
made a quiet noise against his neck.
smirks, loving how they marred his skin.
hissed softly, the sound somewhere between a strangled moan and a whine.
smiles widely at hearing that. For so long he's been wanting to hear those sounds from the other...
held him closer, not entirely liking the feeling of his scars being touched, even in his sleep.
couldn't help it. He loved scars... Even if the meanings were never good.
would have felt incredibly vulnerable and violated if he were awake and sober...
was glad he was asleep then. He continued to lightly ghost his fingers over the marks.
shifted away from the touch to hide the scars.
smirks and keeps his hand against him, not letting him get away.
slid his hand back under Soren's shirt, this time wrapping both of his arms around him beneath it, his fingers just barely touching over_
one of the bigger scars as he tried to pull him closer to block out the touches on his own skin.
tensed up and gasps quietly as he felt the others hands over his scar. Even if it wasn't much he could feel it.
unintentionally rested his hand directly in the center of the scar, his finger tips clinging to the skin as he pulled their bodies closer.
closes his eyes and violently shudders, nuzzling into the other. He just kept his hands planted on the others chest, just barely clawing it.
"Mmm." He hummed quietly, nuzzling him back sleepily.
kept his eyes closed and nuzzled his chest. "I've always wanted ye, Sverige..." He whispered unknowingly.
held him closer, entirely unaware of the confession he'd just received.
smiles and just kept against him, starting to nod off. It felt nice to finally say that, even if he knew it wouldn't happen.
might have, hidden somewhere very deep inside, felt the same.
would be surprised to know... He always thought that the other only had deep hatred for him down inside.
wouldn't have spent this much time around him willingly if he had hated him...
just thought he was doing it to prove something to him..
secretly liked spending time with him, and missed the closeness they had had in the past, even if he had hated it at the time...
had always liked the cloesness... when the other left him he had felt torn apart and broken. Still did in a few ways.
didn't think wounds like that would ever heal...
knew they wouldn't... but he still tried to pretend they did most of the time.
had given up pretending that, and simply chose to ignore them most of the time.
wishes he could ignore them, but for him it was impossible
did a pretty good job most of the time.
just started sleeping and lightly breathing against the others chest.
pulled him closer instinctively, un-intentionally rubbing his back gently in his sleep.
shivers every time he felt the others hands over his scar. He started to have warped dreams because of it too...
was having happy dreams; They were small children, huddled together under a blanket of fur to keep cold from the winter night.
would have preferred that. His was back during the union, when he was fighting the other..
snuggled in to him, imagining him and the Dane laughing under the fur in the black of night, making up stories about the stars.
just imagined the two of them fighting and hurting each other, making him whine quietly and lean into him more. He didn't want to let go.
pulled him closer, holding him tighter as he smiled in his sleep.
continued to whine quietly, but was thankful of the warmth... and started to have a better dream.
accidentally pushed Soren off of the couch as he shifted, trying to reach tiredly for a blanket that wasn't there.
made a sound and hissed as he hit the floor, waking up. He sat up and glared at the other.
woke up, adjusting his glasses blearily, still entirely drunk. "Ah... Sor'n? Wht're y' doin' on th' floor?"
huffs. "Ye pushed me."
realized his shirt was unbuttoned and looked at it slightly confused. "'M cold."
rolls his eyes and gets up, leaving the room. He comes back a bit later with a blanket for him. "Here."
"Ah... Tack." He took it, running a hand through his hair as he yawned and set his glasses on the table.
looked him over once more before quietly heading to his room.
got up after a minute and followed him...
wondered why... He was letting him be alone. He thought he'd want that.
didn't like being alone when he was drunk; it brought back bad memories.
got to his room and glanced back to the tother. He wondered what those memories were...
didn't want to relive them, so he stripped off his pants and shirt, and made himself at home in the bed. They were brothers, so there_
wasn't anything wrong with sharing a bed. They had done it countless times in the past.
didn't think anything of it either. But now he was curious about the memories... He got out of his pants before joining the other in bed.
snuggled up to him sleepily once he got in the bed, wanting his warmth.
didn't want to be so close, but he couldn't help but give into it. He put his arms around the other, holding him close.
was happy he didn't fight him off. He usually tried not to get this drunk around the other for a reason...
was glad he did though... He needed the closeness. He rubbed his back slightly, smiling to himself.
smiled faintly as he made himself comfortable, vaguely remembering the dream. "Y'r hair still smells th' same..."
blinks a little at him. "Huh?"
smiled as he sniffed his hair. "Smells th' same as 't used t'."
smirks at that, not at all feeling awkward. "I don't change much with the times I guess..."
nuzzled back in to his neck, petting his hair softly.
laughs a bit. He was so cute when drunk.
isn't cute...
thought he was at times like this. He continued to rub his back and shifted closer to him.
thought it was nice when Soren was like this, rather than having to start a fight or compete over something.
liked the fighting... but he had had enough for today. He just wanted to be with someone now...
just wanted to lay together like old times.
didn't mind that. He lightly stroked the others hair, slightly playing with it.
closed his eyes, relaxed at the playing.
smiles as the other relaxed. He started humming an old song from the past.
found himself falling back asleep rather quickly with that, already being quite tired still.
doesn't mind... He missed being a big brother like this, keeping the other safe from harm.
doesn't think anything in the house would harm him, but he appreciated the sentiment.
lightly kissed his forehead, holding him close afterwards.
smiled in his sleep, tangling their legs together beneath the sheets.
smirks at that and tightens their legs together, keeping his arms tightly around the other as well.
liked feeling so close to the other; he couldn't be like this with anyone else.
wondered why he didn't do this with the Fin then..
did, but it was different. With Finn he was the one holding him tightly for protection. Finn wasn't exactly tall and muscular...
guesses so... He missed doing this with the other regardless. It made him feel wanted
didn't mind doing this... When he was relaxed and completely drunk.
knew he wouldn't do this any other time. Which was alright for him.
is glad, then.
just hoped he slept peacefully..
would probably cling to him most of the night...
doesn't mind... He liked the attention.
figured as much.
lightly traced over some of his muscles.
shivered in his sleep, pulling the blankets closer to his body.
couldn't help but do it again... He had always liked Sweden's body. He was always in shape, and always looked so good while working out. _
Even just by hugging him you could tell he was strong... And he was proud of that.
tried to stay in shape, even if not for battles. Though he would be surprised to know that the Dane had admired his form.
always had... He was so proud to have a brother like him.
was proud to have a brother like Soren, as well. He was much better than any other nation's family could be.
would ne happy to know that... He always felt like a screw up.
sometimes felt like Soren was a screw up. But he was his screw-up...
.. would feel so much better from that.
thinks it is better to be a Danish screw up than a successful non-Nordic nation.
... would actually feel better at hearing that then.
probably wouldn't say it.
didn't expect him too anyways.
might write it in a Christmas card or something if need be... or say it when drunk.
would remember it forever regardless.
might do it then... If it would make him happy.
would be very happy from it...
would wait for a good moment then, when he seemed depressed and hopeless...
thinks that'd be a perfect time. For now he'd just keept playing with his hair.
liked having his hair played with, and leaned in to the touch in his sleep.
doesn't know anyone who doesn't like it. He continued to do it while looking down at him. He could easily still see him as his
younger brother...
was not the younger brother...
knew he was.
knew he wasn't.
just kept stroking his hair...
just kept sleeping.
was glad...
nuzzled closer to him contently.
hummed and rested his head against the others.
laced his arms around Soren's torso, resting his hands lightly over his back.
shivers lightly and sighs happily.
held to his back tightly, his fingers pressing in to the scarred skin.
bit his lip and made a sound as he tried to bury his head between the Swede's and the pillow
adjusted himself so that he once again breathed down the back of Soren's neck, his hands continuing to cling to his back.
shudders more, getting goosebumps. If only the other knew how much of a tease he was when drunk and asleep...
wasn't a tease... He lowered one of his hands, resting it comfortably on Soren's hip.
tenses at that and just closes his eyes, trying to sleep.
mumbled quietly against his neck in old Norse about drinking and love.
just kept his eyes shut and tried to ignore him.
moved his legs restlessly in his sleep, rubbing them against Soren's as they were tangled together.
whines and bites his lip. It meant nothing.
stretched out, unconsciously sliding his hand that had been on Soren's hip down his thigh as he stretched it out. He then raised it and_
draped his hand over Soren's head. It may have been an awkward position for Soren, but it was comfortable for him at that moment.
just mumbled quietly...
stretched one of his legs up until it tapped against Soren's groin, no longer able to move it. He rolled slightly on top of the other man,_
his hand still resting on the scars on his back.
groans quietly and kept his eyes closed. He shouldn't have taken his pants off..
practically pins Soren to the bed, draping himself over him as he adjusted himself over him, as though Soren were little more than a body_
pillow that he wanted to snuggle with.
had noticed... If the others hands weren't in such awkward places he'd have moved him by now.
lightly massaged the scars as his fingers stretched out over them.
cursed quietly and shivered more. He liked but hated this...
breathed softly on his chest as he rested his head on his shoulder, falling back in to a deeper sleep.
whined quietly as he tried to push his hands away.
was glued in his position.
just sighed and tried to sleep.
twitched and wiggled a few times in his sleep.
bit his lip harder, trying more to ignore it.
moved a lot in his sleep...
had noticed...
thought Soren was quite a comfortable pillow.
had been told that before.
was very comfy sleeping on top of him.
noticed... and didn't mind..
adjusted himself, moving up so that his head was on the pillow besides Soren's.
looked over and just stared at him for a while.
slept contently.
smiles as he looked over his features again.
had no idea Soren was even still awake.
was very much awake...
doesn't see why. The bed was comfortable and warm...
was distracted by him...
didn't think he was distracting at all. He nuzzled in to the side of his head, breathing heavily over his ear.
shivers and closes his eyes.
was comfortable there, and even lifted one of his arms around Den's head, securing his 'pillow' in place.
smirks a bit and curls up closer to him.
kept breathing on his ear.
just kept trying to sleep
made a quiet humming sound under his breath, his hand sliding over Soren's chest to rest comfortably at his shoulder.
shivers and leans closer to him.
mumbled quietly in his sleep.
tried to listen to him.
wasn't saying much coherently. Just a mix of things talking about tea, brothers, and vacuum cleaners in the sand.
... just tried to sleep.
lay still for a few minutes.
smiles and falls into a light sleep.
((Waaaait.))
((Oh, no. It's okay. We're good. -w- )0
(( hahaha, like you get to sleep.))
rolled off of him, one of his arms finding its way under the pillow while the other fell to the Dane's chest.
just tried to sleep, knowing the Swede was just fussy when he slept.
stretched his hand out, unknowingly resting it over Soren's boxers.
... keeps trying to sleep, finding it harder now.
let the weight of his hand rest there as he nuzzled the Dane.
just shifts closer to him and tries to sleep.
snuggled him obliviously.
smirks slightly.
rolled away from him, burying his head in the pillow as he stretched out over the mattress.
pouts a little but curls up, figuring he could get some sleep now.
stole the blankets.
pulls them back.
wrapped them under himself so they couldn't be pulled away.
tries to shove him off the bed so he could take them.
remained unmoved, along with the blankets that would have gone off the bed with him if he fell.
kept trying to get them.
refused to yield.
sighs and just turns away from him and curls up.
thinks he could have cuddled with him under the blankets...
didn't want to get punched anymore.
hadn't punched him much in his sleep...
didn't want to take any chances.
would keep all the blankets for himself then.
doesn't mind. He was use to it really. Back when he would steal the fur blankets when they were kids.
had stolen them as a kid because he wanted Den to sleep closer to him...
was too tired to get closer to him most of the time...
thinks that's his loss.
knew it was... he wanted it.
would have shared if he only scooted closer to snuggle.
... shifts a bit closer.
stretched out under his mound of blankets.
tries to get under the blankets.
slept peacefully.
was glad... He started to sleep. Again
scooted back towards him a little bit.
smiles a little at that.
subtly scooted back until his back was touching Soren.
wrapped an arm around him loosely.
melded against him.
hums contently at that.
didn't wiggle nearly as much like that.
just kept close to him and tried to sleep.
slept better in this position than the other one.
was glad then..
nuzzled his pillow, sleeping happily.
finally managed to fall into a light sleep.