fic: a constant strain on reason
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bonnefoisTitle: a constant strain on reason
Day/Theme: 2/6 | a constant strain on reason
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 307
Author's note: Domestic meme: Denmark/Norway, getting ready for the day.
Norge steps out onto the cold floors with bear feet. He barely flinches at the cold, having felt far worse in the blizzards and even simply the regular long winters that coat all of them for so long with snow. They never warm up completely then, but Norge does not mind. The windows are covered in white lacy frost. Outside white and quiet. A few of his people are stirring, slowly, rubbing their hands as they do.
He pulls on the first shirt he finds on the floor and doesn't bother with pants. Danmark opens one eye, and already there's the beginnings of a grin.
"You're wearing my shirt," Danmark snickers. Norge sends him a cold glare.
"I realized that," he says.
"So you intentionally put on my shirt? That's hot." He leans back, his hands clasped behind his neck.
"You're a constant strain on reason," Norge sighs.
"You know you love me, babe."
Norge doesn't respond, he just gives Danmark a look as cold as the air outside.
"Get up, we're going to be late if not."
"Meet you in the shower," Danmark says. He gets up, and doesn't bother with clothes because he's showing off. He even does a swerve with his hips to show his 'vital regions'. Norge doesn't even crack a smile, but then that is nothing new.
"They'll expect us to be late you know. Sverige and Suomi are probably gonna have a morning session too."
That's no excuse and they both know it, but they hardly care.
Under the spray of the water Norge's skin feels almost warm for the first time since last night.
Day/Theme: 2/6 | a constant strain on reason
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 307
Author's note: Domestic meme: Denmark/Norway, getting ready for the day.
Norge steps out onto the cold floors with bear feet. He barely flinches at the cold, having felt far worse in the blizzards and even simply the regular long winters that coat all of them for so long with snow. They never warm up completely then, but Norge does not mind. The windows are covered in white lacy frost. Outside white and quiet. A few of his people are stirring, slowly, rubbing their hands as they do.
He pulls on the first shirt he finds on the floor and doesn't bother with pants. Danmark opens one eye, and already there's the beginnings of a grin.
"You're wearing my shirt," Danmark snickers. Norge sends him a cold glare.
"I realized that," he says.
"So you intentionally put on my shirt? That's hot." He leans back, his hands clasped behind his neck.
"You're a constant strain on reason," Norge sighs.
"You know you love me, babe."
Norge doesn't respond, he just gives Danmark a look as cold as the air outside.
"Get up, we're going to be late if not."
"Meet you in the shower," Danmark says. He gets up, and doesn't bother with clothes because he's showing off. He even does a swerve with his hips to show his 'vital regions'. Norge doesn't even crack a smile, but then that is nothing new.
"They'll expect us to be late you know. Sverige and Suomi are probably gonna have a morning session too."
That's no excuse and they both know it, but they hardly care.
Under the spray of the water Norge's skin feels almost warm for the first time since last night.
