I h8 u

//kiss kiss

i’m making gloirecherie hate me :’D

hetkoninkrijk whispered: &

It was a nice day, with plenty of sunshine and warmth. Much milder than at home, where the sun shone as well, just harsh winds made it impossible to sit on the beach and enjoy himself. This was probably the reason why he drove his way all over to the Netherlands, the westcoast in the North, to perhaps annoy the Dutchman a little bit. Though while he was jumping into the waves of the late flood, Maarten sat on the sand and watched. Like he always did, he could admit.

It was fine. He didn’t mind, he didn’t come to play as much as he was coming to have comfortable silence. He didn’t need to speak when the other was around, Maarten had seen everything he did. Felt it. So when he emerged from the cold water again, walking like a grinning fool over to the waiting friend- it took not much longer until he plopped beside him with a satisfied grunt.

"Yas better this year-" Until now, but he could say something nice once in a while. Blue met green once, until lids closed over them. He didn’t get an answer, but he hadn’t needed one to begin with. The silence could have been prolonged, maybe, he didn’t know, if the man didn’t brush over his left hip, down to his waist band. The feeling was not foreign, yet not pleasant. It didn’t feel like his own skin any more. "A burn." The gruff voice, much deeper than his own had him smile with closed eyes and he replied with a faint nod. "A burn."

kongeriketnoreg whispered: &

kongeriketnoreg:

kongerigetdanmark:

He shuddered lightly at the cool finger trailing along his lower back, knowing the temperature and to whom it belonged by heart. So he chuckled, without turning around even and grabbed the shirt on the bathroom stool. “Curious?” Mathias inquired wryly, even glancing at the pale Norwegian over his shoulder. “Though really, Noreg. Don’t think anyone knows my body than ya do in the end.” But it was boring this way, so he turned around, hand in shirt and the other on the counter. “Or are there some scars ya don’t know yet?”

 

His mouth pressed obviously into a hard line, the corners of his pout pulling inward at the tone of the Dane. Idiot The blonde internally scolded, it was obvious that his older counterpart wasn’t truthful. “Nei—I know you hurt back then but it doesn’t mean it didn’t leave a scar… Thats why you feel so tough and callous sometimes…Just like a physical scar, it conceals even the smallest of wounds..”

The blond sighed and looked over the wild haired man once more. “I just wanted to check in on you— I havent heard from you in a while..”

"There’s a- Noreg. I was hurt. Sve beat his way out og took Fin with him, ya had to leave me to protect ya og myself- I was celebrating each independence og I always will, but in that very moment I was always wishin’ to die. ‘S it that what ya wanna hear? That I missed ya so badly I crawled into ya room at night to hope- just to fuckin’ hope there’s a scent of ya left there?” He snorted right then and there, letting his head sink to get over the sudden burst of emotion.

"I don’t know what ya expect from me. Really, I don’t-" It’s true, he didn’t, but he still cast a smile at the Norwegian. "I’m fine. Or I was- but what ‘bout ya? Everythin’ going well?"

rain-of-laki:

 

[With warming cheeks, Fannar allowed himself to be pulled into a hug, hiding his face in the Danish man’s shoulder and taking in the scent for a moment, the feeling of comfort and company overwhelming him for just a second as he simply remained silent against him]

To make you come all this way, when I said I’d go to yours. [He doesn’t pull away to speak, instead just keeping his face hidden and allowing his words to be muffled by the other’s shirt]

Last night. [He raises his eyes a bit then, his brows furrowed in obvious discomfort while he gripped at his shirt loosely] I wanted the company, Dan. I’m sorry.

[And in barely an instant, there are tears forming in his eyes, and he pushes himself back a little to grit his teeth and curse as he rubbed them free with his sleeve] I don’t want to be alone. Stay with me, please?

[He couldn’t hear it, couldn’t even hear the words spilled from pale lips, which looked too chapped to be healthy- it practically hurt him too much as he looked over the treasured face once more] Shhh- sh. Ya should have called me-

[Without a doubt he would have chartered a flight for himself, if it meant he could hold the Icelander sooner. What he intended to do now, as an arm circled over his sweaty back] I’ll stay here- surely. Though bed, okay?

[He couldn’t imagine Fannar staying anywhere else but a bed- he needed rest, not entertainment. But he still waited until he nodded, said yes. And for as long as he waited, he rubbed his thumb over a flushed cheek] 

kongeriketnoreg whispered: &

kongeriketnoreg:

kongerigetdanmark:

He shuddered lightly at the cool finger trailing along his lower back, knowing the temperature and to whom it belonged by heart. So he chuckled, without turning around even and grabbed the shirt on the bathroom stool. “Curious?” Mathias inquired wryly, even glancing at the pale Norwegian over his shoulder. “Though really, Noreg. Don’t think anyone knows my body than ya do in the end.” But it was boring this way, so he turned around, hand in shirt and the other on the counter. “Or are there some scars ya don’t know yet?”

"I could probably name where they all came from too— Well for the most part.. "He paused, biting his lower lip as if he were trying to recall a distant memory. "Though not all— I am sure there are plenty of other scars that no one but yourself know of—"  The Norwegian seemed to lull, looking over the Danes expression curiously. "And I don’t think you will ever let anyone see them, since they’re within you—.."

"Noreg. Please. There’s no such a thing og ya know it." The words came out more harshly than he intended them to be as he threw on his shirt and sighed out deeply. "I’m fine now. I wasn’t for some time, but I’m good. I’m over it." Lies, lies, lies  and he even told those so prettily that it was a shame he couldn’t admit that he still couldn’t let go of everything. “‘S that all ya’r here for?”

Anonymous whispered: im gonna lick your ass pretty boy

That’s mildly upsettin’-

I wouldn’t want to lick my own ass, so- uhhh- have fun?

WHAT DID IDO

you’re being perfect hun //here, get a smooch from a dinosaur

internetgeek:

kongerigetdanmark:

internetgeek replied to your post “I blew Koen once-”

The more you know I guess.

Isn’t knowledge ya thing or soemthin’ like that-?

More or less. I certainly try to have it my thing.

[stares]

Ya’r not bein’ formal with me, are ya?