Favours [Denmark/Norway]
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roesslyngTitle: Favours
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 0+
Length: 200
Summary: Norway might be a little reluctant to accept such an expensive gift - but not that much.
Other: Set during the mid-1600s when they were both really broke. Prompt was "cloth". Written for HWD drabble game.
Favours
"We can't afford this," Norway said, staring down at Denmark's gift with an expression as flat and unreadable as ever. His words were sharp, crisp, the way they got sometimes when he wasn't well pleased.
Denmark noticed that for all Norway's criticism, he didn't stop fingering the fabric, touching it almost reverently. Cloth so fine and richly-coloured called for it. Denmark hadn't had to tell him it was from far away; one glance was enough to know. The heady scent of spice lingered on it – or maybe that was just his imagination.
Norway always did like pretty things, and as far as Denmark was concerned, he deserved everything he liked.
But he did have a point. And that was why Denmark couldn't help but grin as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Don't worry about it! I didn't have to pay a thing. A friend owed me a favour, see."
Norway's hands stilled. They looked like porcelain against the deep colour. "A favour," he said.
"Right!" Well, it didn't hurt to stretch the truth. "So don't worry about it, yeah?"
A long pause. "Fine. If it's how you say it is."
And he gave no other argument – for once.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 0+
Length: 200
Summary: Norway might be a little reluctant to accept such an expensive gift - but not that much.
Other: Set during the mid-1600s when they were both really broke. Prompt was "cloth". Written for HWD drabble game.
Favours
"We can't afford this," Norway said, staring down at Denmark's gift with an expression as flat and unreadable as ever. His words were sharp, crisp, the way they got sometimes when he wasn't well pleased.
Denmark noticed that for all Norway's criticism, he didn't stop fingering the fabric, touching it almost reverently. Cloth so fine and richly-coloured called for it. Denmark hadn't had to tell him it was from far away; one glance was enough to know. The heady scent of spice lingered on it – or maybe that was just his imagination.
Norway always did like pretty things, and as far as Denmark was concerned, he deserved everything he liked.
But he did have a point. And that was why Denmark couldn't help but grin as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Don't worry about it! I didn't have to pay a thing. A friend owed me a favour, see."
Norway's hands stilled. They looked like porcelain against the deep colour. "A favour," he said.
"Right!" Well, it didn't hurt to stretch the truth. "So don't worry about it, yeah?"
A long pause. "Fine. If it's how you say it is."
And he gave no other argument – for once.
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