Øresundsbron [Denmark/Sweden]
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roesslyngTitle: Øresundsbron
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Sweden
Rating: 10+
Length: ~830 words
Summary: They used to be at each other's throats; now the bridge ties them together.
Other: The Øresund Bridge is pretty cool. This is another fic for APH Rarepair Week on Tumblr. (Original entry)
Øresundsbron
The sea lapped at the coast's rocky shore as they passed under the bridge. Up above them, the traffic made a low roar as it rushed overhead.
They took long strides as they picked their way unsteadily along the stones and driftwood and flotsam. Stealing along like a couple of kids in the shadow of the bridge between them. Never mind that they were too old to act like teenagers, that they had been too old for that for centuries. After a while, Denmark figured, there's no damn point in acting your age.
Denmark talked all the way through it, because Sweden didn't. Not that he was trying to drown out the ocean-like roll of the traffic or the hush of the sea. It was just that Sweden wasn't the kind of guy who said much, so Denmark talked for both of them.
"So I was sayin' to Iceland - Ice, I said, you just can't threaten to do someone up the ass with a squid. Too damn floppy! Nobody's gonna find that intimidating. Gotta' think yer metaphors out. Wasn't bad though; least it was creative! Takes after Nor that way, he does. Anyhow-"
And through it all, Sweden listened, or maybe he didn't. Well, it didn't matter much, Denmark thought. He was just filling up the silence, and Sweden was good company, anyway. But eventually, he was too silent, and that was something else. Stopping, he looked over toward his friend.
There was Sweden, standing quite a way ahead of him, his hands tucked into the pockets of his light spring jacket. The light from the opening to the underside of the bridge was at his back, bright in the afternoon's warmth, and it left him looking like little more than a silhouette. Denmark squinted, tried to make out his features, and couldn't.
"Y'talk too much," Sweden said, his voice rumbling in the cavernous shadows. "'N take too long. Hurry up."
Denmark laughed, and the sound rang out, echoing. "Ya' don't say!" He spread his hands in supplication, then picked his way over to him - and didn't stop talking. "Well you can't expect me to just go on with nothin', yanno. Should throw a guy a bone if ya want to share in the conversation!"
When he finally reached him, they were close enough that the glare of the sunlight from the outside wasn't too much. Denmark could see Sweden well enough now. He had that constipated look on his face, the one he got when he was trying to think of something to say. Some witty retort, maybe, or what passed for wit with Sweden, which wasn't much, couldn't expect that guy to come up with a real zinger, no sir. So, Denmark put his hands in his pockets and waited. Let him think it over. Let the hamster wheel turn for a while.
When Sweden reached out to cup the back of Denmark's head, it dawned on him that maybe he wasn't going to go for wit at all. And when the kiss came, Denmark grinned into it, trying hard to stop himself from laughing.
Nope, not one damn hint of wit at all. But that was just fine; Denmark liked this better.
"Well!" he said when Sweden pulled away, giving him a nudge. "If that's what ya' wanted, you should've said so!"
He couldn't be sure, but it looked like the guy was blushing. "C'mon," Sweden muttered, nodding toward the patch of sky at the arch's opening. "Let's go."
Sure, Sweden wasn't going to admit that it was what he'd wanted all along, but that suited Denmark just fine. As they went together, he smiled to himself. It was just fine with him; heknew.
As they emerged into the light and began to walk slowly along Sweden's rocky shore, Denmark looked out across the Sound. Across the water rested his own coast, flat and bright as ever. The Øresund was calm, open, welcoming.
It was almost hard to believe how long that they'd been at each other's throats before. Almost. Not quite. Maybe if he stopped to listen, he'd still be able to hear the cannons, the rush of ships in the water, the call of orders as their fleets pressed to each other.
"Wait a second," Denmark said, grabbing at the sleeve of Sweden's jacket. It earned him a grunt and a confused look from the guy, but Denmark didn't care. He stopped, and he closed his eyes.
For a moment he stood there, and he listened.
What he heard wasn't the roar of cannons, the sound of wind in sails.
He listened, and he heard the calm of the Sound, Sweden's impatient huffing as he wondered what the hell Denmark was on about, and the rumble of cars along the bridge that linked them together.
Denmark grinned, opened his eyes, and tugged Sweden into his arms.
For once, just for the moment, Denmark decided that he didn't want to say anything. Nothing at all.
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Sweden
Rating: 10+
Length: ~830 words
Summary: They used to be at each other's throats; now the bridge ties them together.
Other: The Øresund Bridge is pretty cool. This is another fic for APH Rarepair Week on Tumblr. (Original entry)
Øresundsbron
The sea lapped at the coast's rocky shore as they passed under the bridge. Up above them, the traffic made a low roar as it rushed overhead.
They took long strides as they picked their way unsteadily along the stones and driftwood and flotsam. Stealing along like a couple of kids in the shadow of the bridge between them. Never mind that they were too old to act like teenagers, that they had been too old for that for centuries. After a while, Denmark figured, there's no damn point in acting your age.
Denmark talked all the way through it, because Sweden didn't. Not that he was trying to drown out the ocean-like roll of the traffic or the hush of the sea. It was just that Sweden wasn't the kind of guy who said much, so Denmark talked for both of them.
"So I was sayin' to Iceland - Ice, I said, you just can't threaten to do someone up the ass with a squid. Too damn floppy! Nobody's gonna find that intimidating. Gotta' think yer metaphors out. Wasn't bad though; least it was creative! Takes after Nor that way, he does. Anyhow-"
And through it all, Sweden listened, or maybe he didn't. Well, it didn't matter much, Denmark thought. He was just filling up the silence, and Sweden was good company, anyway. But eventually, he was too silent, and that was something else. Stopping, he looked over toward his friend.
There was Sweden, standing quite a way ahead of him, his hands tucked into the pockets of his light spring jacket. The light from the opening to the underside of the bridge was at his back, bright in the afternoon's warmth, and it left him looking like little more than a silhouette. Denmark squinted, tried to make out his features, and couldn't.
"Y'talk too much," Sweden said, his voice rumbling in the cavernous shadows. "'N take too long. Hurry up."
Denmark laughed, and the sound rang out, echoing. "Ya' don't say!" He spread his hands in supplication, then picked his way over to him - and didn't stop talking. "Well you can't expect me to just go on with nothin', yanno. Should throw a guy a bone if ya want to share in the conversation!"
When he finally reached him, they were close enough that the glare of the sunlight from the outside wasn't too much. Denmark could see Sweden well enough now. He had that constipated look on his face, the one he got when he was trying to think of something to say. Some witty retort, maybe, or what passed for wit with Sweden, which wasn't much, couldn't expect that guy to come up with a real zinger, no sir. So, Denmark put his hands in his pockets and waited. Let him think it over. Let the hamster wheel turn for a while.
When Sweden reached out to cup the back of Denmark's head, it dawned on him that maybe he wasn't going to go for wit at all. And when the kiss came, Denmark grinned into it, trying hard to stop himself from laughing.
Nope, not one damn hint of wit at all. But that was just fine; Denmark liked this better.
"Well!" he said when Sweden pulled away, giving him a nudge. "If that's what ya' wanted, you should've said so!"
He couldn't be sure, but it looked like the guy was blushing. "C'mon," Sweden muttered, nodding toward the patch of sky at the arch's opening. "Let's go."
Sure, Sweden wasn't going to admit that it was what he'd wanted all along, but that suited Denmark just fine. As they went together, he smiled to himself. It was just fine with him; heknew.
As they emerged into the light and began to walk slowly along Sweden's rocky shore, Denmark looked out across the Sound. Across the water rested his own coast, flat and bright as ever. The Øresund was calm, open, welcoming.
It was almost hard to believe how long that they'd been at each other's throats before. Almost. Not quite. Maybe if he stopped to listen, he'd still be able to hear the cannons, the rush of ships in the water, the call of orders as their fleets pressed to each other.
"Wait a second," Denmark said, grabbing at the sleeve of Sweden's jacket. It earned him a grunt and a confused look from the guy, but Denmark didn't care. He stopped, and he closed his eyes.
For a moment he stood there, and he listened.
What he heard wasn't the roar of cannons, the sound of wind in sails.
He listened, and he heard the calm of the Sound, Sweden's impatient huffing as he wondered what the hell Denmark was on about, and the rumble of cars along the bridge that linked them together.
Denmark grinned, opened his eyes, and tugged Sweden into his arms.
For once, just for the moment, Denmark decided that he didn't want to say anything. Nothing at all.
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Date: 2015-03-18 01:08 am (UTC)I love ideas that bind people together in a positive way, and the bridge was just so perfect a metaphor that I couldn't resist it. :D The idea has probably been done before, though. I know for sure that there is a doujinshi about it, though I don't know about fic.
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Date: 2015-03-18 01:47 am (UTC)