Made of Stardust [America/Norway]
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roesslyngTitle: Made of Stardust
Characters/Pairing: America/Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~350 words
Summary: Norway and America stargazing together. Inspired by this roleplay thread.
Other: Requested by anon. Original post is here at the APH anon meme.
Made of Stardust
"You're quiet tonight," Norway said softly, not taking bothering to look at him because it would mean taking his eyes off the telescope. Oversized spyglass on a tripod, it was, but it wasn't something he'd run across every day. Better to keep his eyes on the sky than to turn and look at the man whose lap he was sitting on, anyway.
That someone nuzzled at him and gave him a squeeze - a bit too tightly; for a split second he couldn't breathe. "Well, I could talk, if you want me to." The grin in America's voice was practically audible.
Had he been trying to hold his tongue because of me? Norway wondered, lifting his head enough to glance over his shoulder at him. Bless. "What about?"
"Whatever you want!"
Norway snorted and turned back to the telescope. "Tell me about stars, then."
"Well, okay! Y'know, I always wanted to-"
It was only a moment or two before Norway tuned America out, nudging the words to the side of his mind and labelling them as 'background noise'. But even as he did, he didn't ignore him completely. He didn't mind the sound of his voice, not really, especially not when he was making an effort to talk at a normal volume - and he was, indeed he was. The kid was learning.
Well, Norway thought, letting one of his hands drift to touch the arm that was wrapped around his waist, fingertips sliding until he could squeeze America's hand, a hand bigger than his own. 'Kid' wasn't the right word at all, was it. Not with whatever it was that they were to each other, anyway.
"That so," he murmured in response to a pause that suggested he should have something to say - or maybe America was just pausing for breath.
"Yeah! And then I told him, 'We'll need a banana, a rubber chicken, and ten rolls of duct tape if we're going to get this thing off the ground' and then-"
Norway tuned him out again, and let their fingers knit together as he turned his attention back to the stars.
Characters/Pairing: America/Norway
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~350 words
Summary: Norway and America stargazing together. Inspired by this roleplay thread.
Other: Requested by anon. Original post is here at the APH anon meme.
Made of Stardust
"You're quiet tonight," Norway said softly, not taking bothering to look at him because it would mean taking his eyes off the telescope. Oversized spyglass on a tripod, it was, but it wasn't something he'd run across every day. Better to keep his eyes on the sky than to turn and look at the man whose lap he was sitting on, anyway.
That someone nuzzled at him and gave him a squeeze - a bit too tightly; for a split second he couldn't breathe. "Well, I could talk, if you want me to." The grin in America's voice was practically audible.
Had he been trying to hold his tongue because of me? Norway wondered, lifting his head enough to glance over his shoulder at him. Bless. "What about?"
"Whatever you want!"
Norway snorted and turned back to the telescope. "Tell me about stars, then."
"Well, okay! Y'know, I always wanted to-"
It was only a moment or two before Norway tuned America out, nudging the words to the side of his mind and labelling them as 'background noise'. But even as he did, he didn't ignore him completely. He didn't mind the sound of his voice, not really, especially not when he was making an effort to talk at a normal volume - and he was, indeed he was. The kid was learning.
Well, Norway thought, letting one of his hands drift to touch the arm that was wrapped around his waist, fingertips sliding until he could squeeze America's hand, a hand bigger than his own. 'Kid' wasn't the right word at all, was it. Not with whatever it was that they were to each other, anyway.
"That so," he murmured in response to a pause that suggested he should have something to say - or maybe America was just pausing for breath.
"Yeah! And then I told him, 'We'll need a banana, a rubber chicken, and ten rolls of duct tape if we're going to get this thing off the ground' and then-"
Norway tuned him out again, and let their fingers knit together as he turned his attention back to the stars.
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