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roesslyngTitle: Desire secretly - and continue by and by
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway -> Netherlands, Netherlands/Denmark
Rating: 18+
Length: 200 words
Summary: Norway knows it's best to keep some things to himself.
Other: Set in mid-1600s. Written for HWD drabble game; prompt was "Dream".
Desire secretly - and continue by and by
Norway dreamed of their guest again that night.
He imagined knowing him by the way he knocked on Norway's bedroom door. That was part of the fantasy, embarrassing though it was. The idea of being so intimate with him that he could recognize it.
He dreamed of the click of the door pressing shut, and heavy footsteps, and long, confident strides. Of turning and looking up into endless green.
Norway ached for him, and that was a problem. Ally or not, he couldn't trust someone so powerful. Not with personal matters.
It didn't matter how much Norway desired the warm broadness of his hands, the press of his mouth; how many times he imagined being shoved down onto his own bed and ravished by someone who knew what the hell they were doing.
It didn't matter how much Norway dreamed of looking down at him. Of having him on his knees between his feet.
Better to be a shadow at Denmark's side. To watch, and listen, and say nothing. Never say anything.
So Norway made no comment when Denmark took Netherlands to his bedroom that night, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
It was best to keep his mouth shut.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway -> Netherlands, Netherlands/Denmark
Rating: 18+
Length: 200 words
Summary: Norway knows it's best to keep some things to himself.
Other: Set in mid-1600s. Written for HWD drabble game; prompt was "Dream".
Desire secretly - and continue by and by
Norway dreamed of their guest again that night.
He imagined knowing him by the way he knocked on Norway's bedroom door. That was part of the fantasy, embarrassing though it was. The idea of being so intimate with him that he could recognize it.
He dreamed of the click of the door pressing shut, and heavy footsteps, and long, confident strides. Of turning and looking up into endless green.
Norway ached for him, and that was a problem. Ally or not, he couldn't trust someone so powerful. Not with personal matters.
It didn't matter how much Norway desired the warm broadness of his hands, the press of his mouth; how many times he imagined being shoved down onto his own bed and ravished by someone who knew what the hell they were doing.
It didn't matter how much Norway dreamed of looking down at him. Of having him on his knees between his feet.
Better to be a shadow at Denmark's side. To watch, and listen, and say nothing. Never say anything.
So Norway made no comment when Denmark took Netherlands to his bedroom that night, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
It was best to keep his mouth shut.
