Mixed Messages [Denmark/Norway]
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roesslyngTitle: Mixed Messages
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 10+ish
Length: ~600
Summary: When it comes to serious stuff, Denmark isn't always good at finding the right way to say what he means.
Other: Set sometime early on in their union. Response to an anonmeme ficlet challenge, prompt was "First kiss". (Original post)
Mixed Messages
The night was cold. Cold enough that Denmark wouldn't stop whining about it, even before it came time to turn in for the night. Norway tried to tune him out, but no doing. He wouldn't shut up.
"Fine," he said.
Even if he didn't say anything else, Denmark knew what he meant. Laughed and put his arm around his shoulders, and if that weren't bad enough, ruffled his hair. "Knew you'd come through, buddy!" he said, ignoring the dirty look Norway sent him as he tried to fix his hair.
Later that night, Norway thought about keeping to himself rather than going to Denmark's bed like he'd promised. But while he wasn't the kind to go wailing about it like Denmark was, staying by himself didn't feel too promising. The cold pressed its icy fingers to his neck and made him shiver, and that was more annoying than Denmark. A bed was warmer with two.
That was how he found himself in Denmark's bedroom.
He'd entered, shut the door, and slipped into bed without a word. Denmark turned over in bed, coiled his arm around Norway's waist without even bothering to ask about it, and started talking.
Damn it.
For a few seconds, Norway stared up at the ceiling, hoping that he'd shut up. When he didn't, he elbowed him, muttering, "If you don't keep it quiet, I'll shut you up myself."
It worked. To Norway's surprise, Denmark shut up. Kept holding him, but at least he was quiet - and with the chill, Norway wasn't about to complain about the close proximity.
He waited for a few seconds, just to make sure, then closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe he'd get some sleep after all.
"... Thanks, Nor."
Fuck. "For what?" Norway muttered, shifting to face him. In the dark, he could just make out Denmark's features.
"Well -- uh. Lots've things, y'know."
Norway could feel him fumbling to pull him closer, and after a second, he allowed it, even if doing so meant that they were nose-to-nose. Denmark's tone had dropped when he was speaking, a little less light than it usually was, a little less cheery, and whatever he really meant, it was clear that he wasn't talking about sharing a bed with him to keep out the cold.
"I see," was all Norway could say to that. He didn't say anything else, opting to wait while Denmark sorted his thoughts out. There must have been more to what he wanted to say, as he could feel Denmark fidgeting, long fingers trailing slowly down his back.
Denmark's cold nose brushing against his cheek didn't surprise him, but the kiss did, and when Norway felt lips against his mouth he froze. They stayed like that for a moment: Denmark with his mouth on Norway's lips, as if he wasn't sure what to do after he got there, and Norway unable to tell what he meant by it and unwilling to move until he came to a decision about the whole thing.
It was only as Denmark began to draw away that Norway tilted his head a little and pressed against his lips, making a half-hearted attempt at returning it. But it was enough. He felt Denmark's hand on his back tense, then ease; could feel warmth spread over his cheeks. When he was sure that Denmark was satisfied with it, Norway drew away. He stayed close, not wanting to move away -- but not close enough for a repeat to surprise him.
"Hey Nor-"
"Go to sleep," Norway said sharply, but quietly. "We'll talk on it come morn."
But he knew they wouldn't.
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 10+ish
Length: ~600
Summary: When it comes to serious stuff, Denmark isn't always good at finding the right way to say what he means.
Other: Set sometime early on in their union. Response to an anonmeme ficlet challenge, prompt was "First kiss". (Original post)
Mixed Messages
The night was cold. Cold enough that Denmark wouldn't stop whining about it, even before it came time to turn in for the night. Norway tried to tune him out, but no doing. He wouldn't shut up.
"Fine," he said.
Even if he didn't say anything else, Denmark knew what he meant. Laughed and put his arm around his shoulders, and if that weren't bad enough, ruffled his hair. "Knew you'd come through, buddy!" he said, ignoring the dirty look Norway sent him as he tried to fix his hair.
Later that night, Norway thought about keeping to himself rather than going to Denmark's bed like he'd promised. But while he wasn't the kind to go wailing about it like Denmark was, staying by himself didn't feel too promising. The cold pressed its icy fingers to his neck and made him shiver, and that was more annoying than Denmark. A bed was warmer with two.
That was how he found himself in Denmark's bedroom.
He'd entered, shut the door, and slipped into bed without a word. Denmark turned over in bed, coiled his arm around Norway's waist without even bothering to ask about it, and started talking.
Damn it.
For a few seconds, Norway stared up at the ceiling, hoping that he'd shut up. When he didn't, he elbowed him, muttering, "If you don't keep it quiet, I'll shut you up myself."
It worked. To Norway's surprise, Denmark shut up. Kept holding him, but at least he was quiet - and with the chill, Norway wasn't about to complain about the close proximity.
He waited for a few seconds, just to make sure, then closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe he'd get some sleep after all.
"... Thanks, Nor."
Fuck. "For what?" Norway muttered, shifting to face him. In the dark, he could just make out Denmark's features.
"Well -- uh. Lots've things, y'know."
Norway could feel him fumbling to pull him closer, and after a second, he allowed it, even if doing so meant that they were nose-to-nose. Denmark's tone had dropped when he was speaking, a little less light than it usually was, a little less cheery, and whatever he really meant, it was clear that he wasn't talking about sharing a bed with him to keep out the cold.
"I see," was all Norway could say to that. He didn't say anything else, opting to wait while Denmark sorted his thoughts out. There must have been more to what he wanted to say, as he could feel Denmark fidgeting, long fingers trailing slowly down his back.
Denmark's cold nose brushing against his cheek didn't surprise him, but the kiss did, and when Norway felt lips against his mouth he froze. They stayed like that for a moment: Denmark with his mouth on Norway's lips, as if he wasn't sure what to do after he got there, and Norway unable to tell what he meant by it and unwilling to move until he came to a decision about the whole thing.
It was only as Denmark began to draw away that Norway tilted his head a little and pressed against his lips, making a half-hearted attempt at returning it. But it was enough. He felt Denmark's hand on his back tense, then ease; could feel warmth spread over his cheeks. When he was sure that Denmark was satisfied with it, Norway drew away. He stayed close, not wanting to move away -- but not close enough for a repeat to surprise him.
"Hey Nor-"
"Go to sleep," Norway said sharply, but quietly. "We'll talk on it come morn."
But he knew they wouldn't.
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