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Stay close, now [Denmark/Norway]
Title: Stay close, now
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 10+
Length: 600 words
Summary: Two moments spent trying to get warm.
Other: First ficlet is 1650s-ish, the other modern day. This is an expansion of a ficlet I posted on FFA a while back; prompt was "cuddling for warmth". [Original post]
Stay close, now
Norway's hands were like ice.
Denmark cursed from the shock of the cold, then enveloped them in his own, rubbing at them with care.
Normally, Norway wouldn't stand for such a thing, odd duck that he was. But in their privacy of their bedroom, with no one to catch them being close, it was something else. Norway let him do as he pleased, dark eyes watching without criticism as Denmark tried to breathe life into his fingers, corpse-white and stiff from knitting.
"Freezin'," Denmark muttered, bothered by it all. The long winter hadn't been kind to either of them, and there were still months left before it'd be over. Its cold seeped into everything, sinking through the walls, and no amount of fireside heat or warm clothing could keep it out. "Here, c'mere, I -"
"I'm fine." Norway's voice was quiet, but not soft. The kind of voice that wouldn't stand for any argument. But he moved close even so, nestling his bony frame against Denmark's body and pulling his hands free from Denmark's grasp to tuck between them.
"'Course, of course," Denmark said, hoping the unease wouldn't seep into his voice. He drew the quilts more securely around the two of them, and then wrapped his arm around Norway, holding him close. "I'll make sure there's more blankets on the bed tomorrow. Get you nice and toasty, yeah?" And another heating brick, he thought. Maybe one wasn't enough.
There was a long pause. "Just get to sleep, won't you," Norway sighed, the weariness heavy in his voice. "It's late."
Fair enough, Denmark thought, shutting up. He was right. Again.
After a moment, Norway eased in his arms, his chilly pointed nose pressed to Denmark's shoulder.
His hands were still cold, as if nothing in the world could warm them.
A sunny afternoon spent skiing with Norway, and then coming back to Norway's place to get cozy on the couch. What could be better?
Well, Denmark thought, it'd be nice if his hands would warm up. Even a hot cup of cocoa could only do so much.
"Ought to have brought thicker gloves," Norway chided, squeezing Denmark's hand, still cold from their time spent together outside. "Ice cold, you are."
"Yeah, well, I... Y'know how it is." Denmark shrugged sheepishly, knowing he had no excuse for leaving them at home.
Norway was quiet for a moment. Then he set his coffee mug on the couchside table, and gestured for Denmark to do the same. "Here," he said, pulling Denmark to him. "Come here, you."
Down they both went, onto the cushions.
At first, Denmark wasn't sure what Norway had in mind. But then, Norway grasped Denmark's hands again, guiding them to dip beneath the thick handknit sweater, and the thin undershirt, to rest against Norway's bare skin.
Norway was warm, his skin a shock of heat against Denmark's chilly fingers. He had filled out a little over the last hundred years, no longer the bony, scrawny man that Denmark had once kept so close. Independence had been good to him, and prosperity even more.
Denmark slid his palm up along his side, appreciating the way it felt just to touch him. The gesture made Norway shiver, squirming under his hands.
"Didn't think you wanted to get this cozy." Denmark grinned.
"Hush, you. Just stay a while." Norway's voice was soft, affectionate, but not inviting more.
As far as Denmark was concerned, that was fine. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Norway's shoulder, listening to the sound of his breathing.
Nothing, he thought, could be better than this.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 10+
Length: 600 words
Summary: Two moments spent trying to get warm.
Other: First ficlet is 1650s-ish, the other modern day. This is an expansion of a ficlet I posted on FFA a while back; prompt was "cuddling for warmth". [Original post]
Stay close, now
Norway's hands were like ice.
Denmark cursed from the shock of the cold, then enveloped them in his own, rubbing at them with care.
Normally, Norway wouldn't stand for such a thing, odd duck that he was. But in their privacy of their bedroom, with no one to catch them being close, it was something else. Norway let him do as he pleased, dark eyes watching without criticism as Denmark tried to breathe life into his fingers, corpse-white and stiff from knitting.
"Freezin'," Denmark muttered, bothered by it all. The long winter hadn't been kind to either of them, and there were still months left before it'd be over. Its cold seeped into everything, sinking through the walls, and no amount of fireside heat or warm clothing could keep it out. "Here, c'mere, I -"
"I'm fine." Norway's voice was quiet, but not soft. The kind of voice that wouldn't stand for any argument. But he moved close even so, nestling his bony frame against Denmark's body and pulling his hands free from Denmark's grasp to tuck between them.
"'Course, of course," Denmark said, hoping the unease wouldn't seep into his voice. He drew the quilts more securely around the two of them, and then wrapped his arm around Norway, holding him close. "I'll make sure there's more blankets on the bed tomorrow. Get you nice and toasty, yeah?" And another heating brick, he thought. Maybe one wasn't enough.
There was a long pause. "Just get to sleep, won't you," Norway sighed, the weariness heavy in his voice. "It's late."
Fair enough, Denmark thought, shutting up. He was right. Again.
After a moment, Norway eased in his arms, his chilly pointed nose pressed to Denmark's shoulder.
His hands were still cold, as if nothing in the world could warm them.
A sunny afternoon spent skiing with Norway, and then coming back to Norway's place to get cozy on the couch. What could be better?
Well, Denmark thought, it'd be nice if his hands would warm up. Even a hot cup of cocoa could only do so much.
"Ought to have brought thicker gloves," Norway chided, squeezing Denmark's hand, still cold from their time spent together outside. "Ice cold, you are."
"Yeah, well, I... Y'know how it is." Denmark shrugged sheepishly, knowing he had no excuse for leaving them at home.
Norway was quiet for a moment. Then he set his coffee mug on the couchside table, and gestured for Denmark to do the same. "Here," he said, pulling Denmark to him. "Come here, you."
Down they both went, onto the cushions.
At first, Denmark wasn't sure what Norway had in mind. But then, Norway grasped Denmark's hands again, guiding them to dip beneath the thick handknit sweater, and the thin undershirt, to rest against Norway's bare skin.
Norway was warm, his skin a shock of heat against Denmark's chilly fingers. He had filled out a little over the last hundred years, no longer the bony, scrawny man that Denmark had once kept so close. Independence had been good to him, and prosperity even more.
Denmark slid his palm up along his side, appreciating the way it felt just to touch him. The gesture made Norway shiver, squirming under his hands.
"Didn't think you wanted to get this cozy." Denmark grinned.
"Hush, you. Just stay a while." Norway's voice was soft, affectionate, but not inviting more.
As far as Denmark was concerned, that was fine. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Norway's shoulder, listening to the sound of his breathing.
Nothing, he thought, could be better than this.
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