Hyggelig [Denmark/Norway/Netherlands]
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roesslyngTitle: Hyggelig
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Norway/Denmark
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 500 words
Summary: On a night like this, with the three of them together, Denmark is grateful for what he has.
Other: I was taking requests on tumblr; Kremaclassi wanted some Ned/Nor/Den. No problem! [original post]
Hyggelig
They lingered together in the warmth of the summer night. Three coffee mugs rested on Norway's patio table, half-full, and there would be more to come. Though it was late, there was still plenty of light in the sky; the sun wasn't going to set, wouldn't for a long time.
Norway lit the lanterns anyway.
"He's showing off," Denmark muttered, tilting his head to let his lips brush Netherlands' ear.
"No matches," was the reply he got to that. Netherlands' voice had an amused note to it, as if there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and he wouldn't let it show, not quite.
Norway must have heard them somehow, as his expression flickered, the look passing over his face in the thin evening sunlight for a second, only a second. Then he murmured, low-toned and amused, "As if you two wouldn't go doing the same thing if you could." A glance toward them. "Can't imagine the things you two would get up to."
Denmark laughed. As for Netherlands, he just grinned, and Norway ignored them both. He went back to it - opening the small glass lanterns, lighting the candles with sparks from his fingertips until the patio was filled with tiny points of light.
Then he came to the bench where they both sat. Nudged Denmark aside and then sank down between them, taking his place like a cat that was determined to sit wherever it pleased, even if it was in the most inconvenient spot.
Or maybe he just wanted the best seat. Maybe it was that. Netherlands' arm snaked around his shoulders, and Denmark wedged closer, squeezing Norway a little between their larger bodies - but not too much.
How many nights had they spent like that? Quiet, together, happy and worrying about nothing. Denmark searched his memory. More than he could count, sure, but no matter how many nights they'd had together, it would never be enough.
Resin and beeswax. Pine and the soft floral sweetness wafting from Norway's garden. Coffee and the faint hint of smoke.
"Not bad," Denmark mumbled, letting his eyes drift halfway shut with contentment.
"Better not be my magic you're talking about." Norway's voice, followed by a jab to Denmark's side. "Better than 'not bad', it is."
"Nah. 'S... y'know. All of this." He gestured with a hand. Normally, the words came easily, but at that moment, the words just weren't there. Would Norway even know what he meant? "Us."
Norway looked at Netherlands. Though he couldn't see it, Denmark could practically hear their eyes rolling in that look exchanged between them.
"Going soft," Netherlands said, reaching over Norway's head to ruffle Denmark's hair.
"Aye, that he is. A regular sook, this'un." Another jab to the ribs followed Norway's affectionate criticism, and Denmark could only laugh.
After the rush of their lives, the times they'd had, he knew that the peace and quiet to go soft together was all that they could wish for.
There could be nothing better.
End
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Norway/Denmark
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 500 words
Summary: On a night like this, with the three of them together, Denmark is grateful for what he has.
Other: I was taking requests on tumblr; Kremaclassi wanted some Ned/Nor/Den. No problem! [original post]
Hyggelig
They lingered together in the warmth of the summer night. Three coffee mugs rested on Norway's patio table, half-full, and there would be more to come. Though it was late, there was still plenty of light in the sky; the sun wasn't going to set, wouldn't for a long time.
Norway lit the lanterns anyway.
"He's showing off," Denmark muttered, tilting his head to let his lips brush Netherlands' ear.
"No matches," was the reply he got to that. Netherlands' voice had an amused note to it, as if there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and he wouldn't let it show, not quite.
Norway must have heard them somehow, as his expression flickered, the look passing over his face in the thin evening sunlight for a second, only a second. Then he murmured, low-toned and amused, "As if you two wouldn't go doing the same thing if you could." A glance toward them. "Can't imagine the things you two would get up to."
Denmark laughed. As for Netherlands, he just grinned, and Norway ignored them both. He went back to it - opening the small glass lanterns, lighting the candles with sparks from his fingertips until the patio was filled with tiny points of light.
Then he came to the bench where they both sat. Nudged Denmark aside and then sank down between them, taking his place like a cat that was determined to sit wherever it pleased, even if it was in the most inconvenient spot.
Or maybe he just wanted the best seat. Maybe it was that. Netherlands' arm snaked around his shoulders, and Denmark wedged closer, squeezing Norway a little between their larger bodies - but not too much.
How many nights had they spent like that? Quiet, together, happy and worrying about nothing. Denmark searched his memory. More than he could count, sure, but no matter how many nights they'd had together, it would never be enough.
Resin and beeswax. Pine and the soft floral sweetness wafting from Norway's garden. Coffee and the faint hint of smoke.
"Not bad," Denmark mumbled, letting his eyes drift halfway shut with contentment.
"Better not be my magic you're talking about." Norway's voice, followed by a jab to Denmark's side. "Better than 'not bad', it is."
"Nah. 'S... y'know. All of this." He gestured with a hand. Normally, the words came easily, but at that moment, the words just weren't there. Would Norway even know what he meant? "Us."
Norway looked at Netherlands. Though he couldn't see it, Denmark could practically hear their eyes rolling in that look exchanged between them.
"Going soft," Netherlands said, reaching over Norway's head to ruffle Denmark's hair.
"Aye, that he is. A regular sook, this'un." Another jab to the ribs followed Norway's affectionate criticism, and Denmark could only laugh.
After the rush of their lives, the times they'd had, he knew that the peace and quiet to go soft together was all that they could wish for.
There could be nothing better.
End
