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Small Victories [Norway and Iceland]
Title: Small Victories
Characters/Pairing: Iceland and Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~600 words
Summary: Iceland is stubborn when Norway tries to leave.
Other: Written for Anonymous. Posted on Tumblr first (Original entry). Unpolished.
Small Victories
Iceland bit at the inside of his cheek and stared at Norway, who stood in his front entrance decked out to leave, his coat buttoned and his cap pulled over his ears and a scarf wrapped around his neck. His suitcase was at his feet, packed that morning with order and precision, everything fitting precisely in its place as if by magic - and it might very well have been. Paying no mind to Iceland, Norway pulled on his gloves and said, “Should get goin’, I think”. It was only then that he glanced at Iceland. “Can’t be hangin’ around these parts all day.”
That was probably supposed to mean “I’ll see you later”, but it was hard to tell with Norway.
It had just been a brief visit. Norway had insisted on it, taking his usual route of telling Iceland that he would be coming to stay with him for a while, rather than asking about it, and giving him the dates that he would be there, rather than asking when he would be free. It was the same every time. And while it was frustrating to have him just assume he could arrange to show up on Iceland’s doorstep any time, Iceland had to admit that he didn’t really - that is, it was - well, it was always nice to have company, that’s all. Even if it was Norway.
“So… you, like, have everything, right?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and trying to look cool and casual and collected about the whole business, even with Norway looking him over and raising an eyebrow as if it was the most ridiculous thing that he had ever heard.
“‘Course I do.” Norway bent to take up the suitcase, then nodded to him. “Now. I don’t plan on overstayin’ this visit. Have things what need doin’.” He eyed Iceland as if daring him to contradict him.
He dared. Gathering all his nerves, Iceland looked Norway in the eye and said, “You should stay for a bit longer.”
“That so.”
Norway’s eyes practically bored into his soul. Iceland swallowed deeply, girded his - well, that is, prepared himself, and stared firmly back. “Right. It wasn’t for very long, and we still have a lot of things we should do. Like-” He could feel his ears reddening with embarrassment. “Like, um. Talking international policy. And stuff.”
He dropped his gaze at that. Stupid, he thought. It had been ridiculous to try to persuade him to stay. He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it outright, so there was no point in trying to say it in a roundabout way, either.
As he tried to think of an excuse for his fumbling, Norway bent to set the suitcase on the floor. “Best get y’self packed, then,” he said as he slipped his gloves off.
“What d’you mean?” Iceland asked, looking at him again. Norway had that determined, no-nonsense look that said quite plainly that he was in no mood for arguing.
“Can do all that just as well at my place as here. Get to it, then.” Norway gave Iceland a light shove to the shoulder, then nodded in the direction of Iceland’s bedroom.
Though he usually would have protested, Iceland found himself walking toward his room, following Norway’s gesture. Behind him, he heard Norway bend to untie his shoes, then follow to help him with packing - or rather, Iceland thought, to nitpick his every move as he tried to pack his suitcase.
Somehow, Iceland didn’t mind - because in a way, he’d won.
Characters/Pairing: Iceland and Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~600 words
Summary: Iceland is stubborn when Norway tries to leave.
Other: Written for Anonymous. Posted on Tumblr first (Original entry). Unpolished.
Small Victories
Iceland bit at the inside of his cheek and stared at Norway, who stood in his front entrance decked out to leave, his coat buttoned and his cap pulled over his ears and a scarf wrapped around his neck. His suitcase was at his feet, packed that morning with order and precision, everything fitting precisely in its place as if by magic - and it might very well have been. Paying no mind to Iceland, Norway pulled on his gloves and said, “Should get goin’, I think”. It was only then that he glanced at Iceland. “Can’t be hangin’ around these parts all day.”
That was probably supposed to mean “I’ll see you later”, but it was hard to tell with Norway.
It had just been a brief visit. Norway had insisted on it, taking his usual route of telling Iceland that he would be coming to stay with him for a while, rather than asking about it, and giving him the dates that he would be there, rather than asking when he would be free. It was the same every time. And while it was frustrating to have him just assume he could arrange to show up on Iceland’s doorstep any time, Iceland had to admit that he didn’t really - that is, it was - well, it was always nice to have company, that’s all. Even if it was Norway.
“So… you, like, have everything, right?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and trying to look cool and casual and collected about the whole business, even with Norway looking him over and raising an eyebrow as if it was the most ridiculous thing that he had ever heard.
“‘Course I do.” Norway bent to take up the suitcase, then nodded to him. “Now. I don’t plan on overstayin’ this visit. Have things what need doin’.” He eyed Iceland as if daring him to contradict him.
He dared. Gathering all his nerves, Iceland looked Norway in the eye and said, “You should stay for a bit longer.”
“That so.”
Norway’s eyes practically bored into his soul. Iceland swallowed deeply, girded his - well, that is, prepared himself, and stared firmly back. “Right. It wasn’t for very long, and we still have a lot of things we should do. Like-” He could feel his ears reddening with embarrassment. “Like, um. Talking international policy. And stuff.”
He dropped his gaze at that. Stupid, he thought. It had been ridiculous to try to persuade him to stay. He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it outright, so there was no point in trying to say it in a roundabout way, either.
As he tried to think of an excuse for his fumbling, Norway bent to set the suitcase on the floor. “Best get y’self packed, then,” he said as he slipped his gloves off.
“What d’you mean?” Iceland asked, looking at him again. Norway had that determined, no-nonsense look that said quite plainly that he was in no mood for arguing.
“Can do all that just as well at my place as here. Get to it, then.” Norway gave Iceland a light shove to the shoulder, then nodded in the direction of Iceland’s bedroom.
Though he usually would have protested, Iceland found himself walking toward his room, following Norway’s gesture. Behind him, he heard Norway bend to untie his shoes, then follow to help him with packing - or rather, Iceland thought, to nitpick his every move as he tried to pack his suitcase.
Somehow, Iceland didn’t mind - because in a way, he’d won.