King of the North

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“Really, Matt, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” They were both cold, and stressed, and he knew that he had been stupid to just run outside like that. “Let’s just forget about it and try to get out of here.”

He could have cried when he heard his husband through the phone. “Berwald?! Berwald! Oh thank God, I got you! Listen, Matthias and I got stuck in the blizzard! My car broke down about an hour from home on that back road we always take and we can’t get home! We need you to come get us.” He paused, listening to the other end of the line. It was full of static, and he wondered if the other was able to actually hear him. “It’s getting cold and I don’t know how long we can stand to be out here. I lov-” He stopped midsentence when the dreaded beeping noise that signaled a dropped call met his ears. 

He smiled a little shakily and looked over at his passenger. “I guess we’re on our own until we figure out if he heard us or not…”

—-

Lukas was sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee when he heard Berwald’s phone going off. The tall Swedish man moved into the other room to answer it, but soon began speaking somewhat frantically (for him) to what was apparently Tino through the phone. He was beginning to worry himself, though he’d never admit it. Tino and Matthias should have been back by now, but there was no sign of them, not even a phone call, at least not until the short one going on in the other room, and that didn’t seem to be going well at all. 

“What’s going on? Where are they?” he asked as Berwald stepped back into the kitchen.

“No connection?” He asked it slowly, like he was afraid that the Finn would blow up on him and attack. He knew the chances for that were low, but there was just such an air of tension in the car. He wasn’t about to take any chances when it was this cold, anyway. “I’m.. I’m sure it’ll be okay, though. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

——-

“Berwald? …god…listen…Matthias…Back…” And that was all he got on his end of the line, and Berwald was now extremely unsettled. “That… I don’t kn’w where they ‘re, b’t they’re t’gether at least.” He wasn’t going to tell Lukas how worried he was about them. He didn’t want Lukas to do anything foolish.

“I - I thought I heard him… for a moment…” He shivered, scooting closer to Matthias and drawing the blanket tighter around the both of them. “I don’t know if he got our message though… I hope he got enough that he knows to come get us…” He grabbed the other’s hand, holding it tightly, more for comfort than warmth. “Yes… yes. It will be okay. It has to be.”

——

Lukas frowned at Berwald’s nonanswer. “Berwald. Tell me what you know. Where are they?”

“He prob’ly heard us, since his eyes are shit he can probably hear real good!” He was trying to lighten the mood but when the air was already this heavy… There wasn’t much of a chance for that. “But it’ll be okay! I mean, Sve an’ Luke? Yeah, we’re gonna be fine~”

———-

He sighed heavily, pushing his glasses up and rubbing at his eyes. “I don’t kn’w wh’re they are, Luk’s. I didn’t h’r what he said compl’tely.”

Tino laughed a little, but it was strained. “I hope you’re right… or we’re in for a long night… But Ber and Lukas will find out that we’re missing soon enough, right? Then they can come and find us.” Hopefully before we freeze.

——

Lukas sat up, watching the other intently. “Did it sound like they were okay? I bet this is all Matthias’ fault…” He tried to cover up his worry, although a bit unsuccessfully. Where exactly were they that they couldn’t get a good signal?

Matthias sighed heavily, watching the breath in front of his face again. “Yeah, they won’t not come lookin’ for us… ‘Sides, we’re in Sweden. Ya an’ Sve live here.. So.. Yeah.” He kind of drifted off, rubbing his hands together and stuffing them into his pockets. “Yeah.”

——-

“I d’nno. I… Think they are. Oth’rwise, T’no’s voice would’ve gotten high’r.” He sighed just as heavily as his brother in the car, running a hand though his hair. “Th’y must be on their way back. I h’pe.”

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whereislokinorge:

-Walking over to the door and peering out, unable to stop himself from bursting into laughter at the sight.- I-I can’t let ya in like that. -Laughing more and more- Ya look ridiculous! 

Ya can’t leave me out here like this! Dammit, Lukaaaaaaaaaaas…!

Yer the one who ran here in a towel and… I’m sorry, I can’t. This is priceless. -Pulling out his cell phone- Smile. -Snapping a photo- I should send this to everyone… Ja.. -Starting to walk away.- 

Lukas! Lukas! Lukas! I’ll stay out here in ya yard yellin’ out ya name naked all night if ya don’t let me in! Lukas! Lukas! Luke! Luka! Luuuuu! Lukaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss!!!!

-Sending the photo to others- Alright, alright. -Unlocking the door and letting him in- Looks good on ya. Purple suits ya. 

Yeah? I dunno. I think It’d look better on YA… *Hurries inside*

Nei, I’ll kill ya if ya try. -Putting his phone away and looking at the other- -laughing- Oh gods… 

*Pulls into a hug tightly* Then I guess ya’ll just hafta make this up t’me!

Having one of your boobs throb every time you hiccup because of your ribs

and you have the hiccups. ))

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“Really, Matt, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” They were both cold, and stressed, and he knew that he had been stupid to just run outside like that. “Let’s just forget about it and try to get out of here.”

He could have cried when he heard his husband through the phone. “Berwald?! Berwald! Oh thank God, I got you! Listen, Matthias and I got stuck in the blizzard! My car broke down about an hour from home on that back road we always take and we can’t get home! We need you to come get us.” He paused, listening to the other end of the line. It was full of static, and he wondered if the other was able to actually hear him. “It’s getting cold and I don’t know how long we can stand to be out here. I lov-” He stopped midsentence when the dreaded beeping noise that signaled a dropped call met his ears. 

He smiled a little shakily and looked over at his passenger. “I guess we’re on our own until we figure out if he heard us or not…”

—-

Lukas was sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee when he heard Berwald’s phone going off. The tall Swedish man moved into the other room to answer it, but soon began speaking somewhat frantically (for him) to what was apparently Tino through the phone. He was beginning to worry himself, though he’d never admit it. Tino and Matthias should have been back by now, but there was no sign of them, not even a phone call, at least not until the short one going on in the other room, and that didn’t seem to be going well at all. 

“What’s going on? Where are they?” he asked as Berwald stepped back into the kitchen.

“No connection?” He asked it slowly, like he was afraid that the Finn would blow up on him and attack. He knew the chances for that were low, but there was just such an air of tension in the car. He wasn’t about to take any chances when it was this cold, anyway. “I’m.. I’m sure it’ll be okay, though. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

——-

“Berwald? …god…listen…Matthias…Back…” And that was all he got on his end of the line, and Berwald was now extremely unsettled. “That… I don’t kn’w where they ‘re, b’t they’re t’gether at least.” He wasn’t going to tell Lukas how worried he was about them. He didn’t want Lukas to do anything foolish.

“I - I thought I heard him… for a moment…” He shivered, scooting closer to Matthias and drawing the blanket tighter around the both of them. “I don’t know if he got our message though… I hope he got enough that he knows to come get us…” He grabbed the other’s hand, holding it tightly, more for comfort than warmth. “Yes… yes. It will be okay. It has to be.”

——

Lukas frowned at Berwald’s nonanswer. “Berwald. Tell me what you know. Where are they?”

“He prob’ly heard us, since his eyes are shit he can probably hear real good!” He was trying to lighten the mood but when the air was already this heavy… There wasn’t much of a chance for that. “But it’ll be okay! I mean, Sve an’ Luke? Yeah, we’re gonna be fine~”

———-

He sighed heavily, pushing his glasses up and rubbing at his eyes. “I don’t kn’w wh’re they are, Luk’s. I didn’t h’r what he said compl’tely.”

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It was a fairly long walk compared to a quick bike ride, and by the time they reached the Dane’s temporary home he was pretty exhausted. But he’d made sure to keep Berwald awake the entire time, bothering him and teasing him and just being a big brother. When they were back inside, he set the other down on the couch and looked him over. “Ya smell like an ass.”

Berwald curled up on the couch, losing himself in his high. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to be lost in the city, high and homeless. The air was crisp and freezing from the AC, something Berwald wasn’t used to from his time as a squatter.

“Like, I’m not even fuckin’ kiddin’. Ya smell like an ass that a piece’a shit got stuck in.” Matthias sighed and crouched down in front of his brother. He looked older. Probably from the drugs and the life on the streets. But, Matthias looked older too. Not just in the eyes, but in the way he moved. the marks on his body. He’d spent so long looking for his brother, it had begun to age him.

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-Walking over to the door and peering out, unable to stop himself from bursting into laughter at the sight.- I-I can’t let ya in like that. -Laughing more and more- Ya look ridiculous! 

Ya can’t leave me out here like this! Dammit, Lukaaaaaaaaaaas…!

Yer the one who ran here in a towel and… I’m sorry, I can’t. This is priceless. -Pulling out his cell phone- Smile. -Snapping a photo- I should send this to everyone… Ja.. -Starting to walk away.- 

Lukas! Lukas! Lukas! I’ll stay out here in ya yard yellin’ out ya name naked all night if ya don’t let me in! Lukas! Lukas! Luke! Luka! Luuuuu! Lukaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss!!!!

-Sending the photo to others- Alright, alright. -Unlocking the door and letting him in- Looks good on ya. Purple suits ya. 

Yeah? I dunno. I think It’d look better on YA… *Hurries inside*

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It was with a heavy sigh that Berwald punctured his skin with the needle. His skin burned with blood held back by the rubber tourniquet, and he could feel the bags under his eyes lightening as the drug slugged through his veins. He released the rubber and sat back against the wall, bone-thin and snow white.

He wasn’t even ashamed that he’d blown his dealer for this hit, that he was flat-broke and hadn’t eaten for a week. Food didn’t matter. All he needed was drugs and beer, and he’d be fine.

He was at rock-bottom. He was almost dead, but who would care? Just another homeless druggie living on cocaine and heroin. He was sure that at this point his family had forgotten him, wiped him off of the records. A shame, he was. A shame to his hopelessly upright family. Even Matthias wouldn’t sink this low.

But Berwald had lost it long ago, lost the need to be normal. He’d given it all up chasing the high, and it was worth it, in his mind. No one to love, no one to lose.

All for the high. 

And of course he’d find him there, in the gutter.

Matthias heaved his bag back over his shoulder as he got off of his bike, leaning it against the side of a ramshackle and dilapidated building. “Hej, ya even alive anymore?” He crouched down in front of the Swede, smacking him against the face a few times. “Jesus…”

This was hard to see, his brother looked like some stinking corpse, the man who he once almost looked up to, even though Matthias was older, it was still… Hard. Because this was Berwald. And Berwald was the family’s rock for so long, and then he went downhill. And now here he was.

In the gutter.

Berwald looked up, eyes glazed. Who was trying to talk to him? Who would want to talk to him. Slowly, he reached out his hand to cup what he was slowly recognizing to be his brother’s face. “M’tthias…?” Why was he here?

“Yeah, it’s me…” Matthias gingerly moved the needle away from the others arm and began to rummage through his bag. “Stupid Sverige…” His eyes were full of worry and heavily bagged, tired looking. His baby brother’s hand was too cold. Too Clammy. “I’m gonna take ya home, okay?” He pulled a box of bandages out when he found them and pressed one down over Berwald’s arm, untying the knotted rubber over his arm and rubbing it a little. The blood was flowing again.

Berwald tried to pull away weakly. “Don’ want t’ go home…” It would be just like when he left. Everyone fighting and hating each other. Not to mention they would all judge him for his choices, choices that he wasn’t ashamed to have made. It was his life. He’d do what he wanted.

“Back to my home, idiot. C’mon, get up…” He was so light when Matthias pulled him up, so light and so weak. He couldn’t even fight back when Matthias was being as gentle as possible. “I’ll take care’a ya. Been lookin’ for ya damn well long enough…” And Berwald was over his shoulder in a matter of seconds, the Dane’s hand that wasn’t keeping his brother there on top of him guiding the bike at a brisk pace.

Berwald struggled against Matthias’ hold, freak-out attack dulled by the drugs. He didn’t want to be taken care of! He wanted to be left to die happily, inundated with drugs, alone.

It was a fairly long walk fompared to a quick bike ride, and by the time they reached the Dane’s temporary home he was pretty exhausted. But he’d made sure to keep Berwald awake the entire time, bothering him and teasing him and just being a big brother. When they were back inside, he set the other down on the couch and looked him over. “Ya smell like an ass.”

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“Matt, please just put them on,” Tino pleaded, placing the glove back on the other’s lap. He could hear the phone ringing in the quiet of the car, and he allowed himself to hope that they would able to get up with his husband. Devastatingly, he ringing stopped all too soon, and the call was dropped. He felt like crying, but he knew he couldn’t afford to let the panic get to him.

“I’m going to go outside again and get into the t-trunk… I have another blanket in there, and I c-can grab your heavy coat.” Tino shivered pushed open the door again, pulling the lever to open the trunk and closing the behind him. He grabbed the two blankets, Matthias’ heavy coat, and reached into the suitcase and grabbed his inhaler too, just in case. It took everything he had not to drop the items into the snow, his fingers numb and hands shaking.

“Dammit Sve… Ya too damn stupid t’make more fuckin’ cell towers.” His head went down on the glove compartment and, taking a deep breath, Matthias attempted to compose himself. That fell apart, however, when Tino left the car again. “Tino!” Argh, this was all so frustrating and the snow was coming down harder, he had to shove his whole body weight against the car just to get it to open which promptly resulted in his landing face first on the snowy asphalt. 

“Godammit!” Matthias shoved himself back up quickly, shaking the snow out of his hair and grabbing Tino’s arm haphazardly, dragging him back into the car and shutting the door after them. “Fuckin’ fuck!” Now he was colder and wet and Tino was colder too and they couldn’t get a hold of anyone and this was all just so horrible and just not awesome at all and Matthias wanted so badly to scream but he just couldn’t because where would be the good in that and fucking snow.

“Shit Matthias if you’re going to pull my arm then don’t p-pull the left one!” Tino was cold and frustrated and didn’t mean to snap, but it had just kind of slipped out. He pulled the inhaler out of his pocket, setting it on the dashboard, and handed the Dane his coat and one of the blankets, keeping the other for himself. He heaved a big sigh, looking at his breath condensing in front of him. The snowfall was getting increasingly heavier - it was halfway up the side of the car by now. They were stuck here for the time being.

“Hei, do you mind if I see my phone? I want to t-try one more time…” He held his hand out for his phone, huddled beneath the blankets with Matthias trying to stay warm. “We almost had it last time. It’s worth a s-shot.” He took the phone when it was handed to him, dialing his husband’s number and placing the phone to his ear. “It’s - it’s ringing! Matthias, it’s ringing!” He could have burst with excitement when he heard the deep, static-y voice through the other line. “Oh, Berwald, thank God!”

“Well I’m sorry but godammit Fin ya can get t’the trunk from the back seat! If ya’d’ve taken a second to listen to me then I wouldn’t’a had ta grab ya!” He pulled the jacket on, then rewrapped himself in the blanket and used the third one to cover their legs and try to keep in some of the warmth. “…Sorry.” He added gruffly, feeling more than a bit guilty for shouting like that. Tino was only trying to help, after all..

“Rea-really?” He looked at the other, watching the phone and straining his ears to try and hear the other end of the conversation. “What’s he sayin’, Fin…?” 

“Tino? Ya th’re? Tino, wh’re are ya?” He could barely hear his husband, the connection was so bad. “Tino?”

“Really, Matt, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” They were both cold, and stressed, and he knew that he had been stupid to just run outside like that. “Let’s just forget about it and try to get out of here.”

He could have cried when he heard his husband through the phone. “Berwald?! Berwald! Oh thank God, I got you! Listen, Matthias and I got stuck in the blizzard! My car broke down about an hour from home on that back road we always take and we can’t get home! We need you to come get us.” He paused, listening to the other end of the line. It was full of static, and he wondered if the other was able to actually hear him. “It’s getting cold and I don’t know how long we can stand to be out here. I lov-” He stopped midsentence when the dreaded beeping noise that signaled a dropped call met his ears. 

He smiled a little shakily and looked over at his passenger. “I guess we’re on our own until we figure out if he heard us or not…”

—-

Lukas was sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee when he heard Berwald’s phone going off. The tall Swedish man moved into the other room to answer it, but soon began speaking somewhat frantically (for him) to what was apparently Tino through the phone. He was beginning to worry himself, though he’d never admit it. Tino and Matthias should have been back by now, but there was no sign of them, not even a phone call, at least not until the short one going on in the other room, and that didn’t seem to be going well at all. 

“What’s going on? Where are they?” he asked as Berwald stepped back into the kitchen.

“No connection?” He asked it slowly, like he was afraid that the Finn would blow up on him and attack. He knew the chances for that were low, but there was just such an air of tension in the car. He wasn’t about to take any chances when it was this cold, anyway. “I’m.. I’m sure it’ll be okay, though. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

——-

“Berwald? …god…listen…Matthias…Back…” And that was all he got on his end of the line, and Berwald was now extremely unsettled. “That… I don’t kn’w where they ‘re, b’t they’re t’gether at least.” He wasn’t going to tell Lukas how worried he was about them. He didn’t want Lukas to do anything foolish.

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• I tried t’cut off my hand print one time so I could just… Hide away from everything. It was a really dark time and it’s ‘cause’a Jan that, one, I didn’t manage t’get anywhere past my palm and, two, I got a hold’a m’self an’ I’m still here.
• (( I’m in a lot of pain right now~ Because my ribcage is inflamed and the weather has dropped about 40 degrees in the last two days, so walking anywhere outside doesn’t last any longer than a couple of minutes. ))

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It was with a heavy sigh that Berwald punctured his skin with the needle. His skin burned with blood held back by the rubber tourniquet, and he could feel the bags under his eyes lightening as the drug slugged through his veins. He released the rubber and sat back against the wall, bone-thin and snow white.

He wasn’t even ashamed that he’d blown his dealer for this hit, that he was flat-broke and hadn’t eaten for a week. Food didn’t matter. All he needed was drugs and beer, and he’d be fine.

He was at rock-bottom. He was almost dead, but who would care? Just another homeless druggie living on cocaine and heroin. He was sure that at this point his family had forgotten him, wiped him off of the records. A shame, he was. A shame to his hopelessly upright family. Even Matthias wouldn’t sink this low.

But Berwald had lost it long ago, lost the need to be normal. He’d given it all up chasing the high, and it was worth it, in his mind. No one to love, no one to lose.

All for the high. 

And of course he’d find him there, in the gutter.

Matthias heaved his bag back over his shoulder as he got off of his bike, leaning it against the side of a ramshackle and dilapidated building. “Hej, ya even alive anymore?” He crouched down in front of the Swede, smacking him against the face a few times. “Jesus…”

This was hard to see, his brother looked like some stinking corpse, the man who he once almost looked up to, even though Matthias was older, it was still… Hard. Because this was Berwald. And Berwald was the family’s rock for so long, and then he went downhill. And now here he was.

In the gutter.

Berwald looked up, eyes glazed. Who was trying to talk to him? Who would want to talk to him. Slowly, he reached out his hand to cup what he was slowly recognizing to be his brother’s face. “M’tthias…?” Why was he here?

“Yeah, it’s me…” Matthias gingerly moved the needle away from the others arm and began to rummage through his bag. “Stupid Sverige…” His eyes were full of worry and heavily bagged, tired looking. His baby brother’s hand was too cold. Too Clammy. “I’m gonna take ya home, okay?” He pulled a box of bandages out when he found them and pressed one down over Berwald’s arm, untying the knotted rubber over his arm and rubbing it a little. The blood was flowing again.

Berwald tried to pull away weakly. “Don’ want t’ go home…” It would be just like when he left. Everyone fighting and hating each other. Not to mention they would all judge him for his choices, choices that he wasn’t ashamed to have made. It was his life. He’d do what he wanted.

“Back to my home, idiot. C’mon, get up…” He was so light when Matthias pulled him up, so light and so weak. He couldn’t even fight back when Matthias was being as gentle as possible. “I’ll take care’a ya. Been lookin’ for ya damn well long enough…” And Berwald was over his shoulder in a matter of seconds, the Dane’s hand that wasn’t keeping his brother there on top of him guiding the bike at a brisk pace.

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Yeah, it’s just weird because, ya know, I dunno. S’just weird. It’s not what I thought I’d be doin’ but…

I like it. Yeah. Just gotta keep it all goin’…

Oh? And what did you think you’d be doing…?

Mmm, of course you like it. *smiles* It’s a nice feeling to have.

I dunno, probably still livin’ with Jan, spendin’ m’nights partyin’ into an early grave I guess? 

It really is, it’s… Warm. An’ even though Luke makes my heart get real fast, I don’t… Like… I don’t panic as much when I’m with ‘im. An’ he can calm me down quicker than anyone else, ‘fore I have an attack.

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I’ll bet, I mean, ya marryin’ th’one ya love.

See, I wanna wait ‘cause sometimes things’re still real rocky an’ scary an’, well… Yeah.

I am marrying the one I love…he’s my soulmate, the one who keeps me sane and grounded…*sighs and quirks an eyebrow*

Hmmm? I see..then you’re right, it is better that you waited, but patience always pays off.

Yeah, that’s… *Smiles a crooked smile* That’s what I want, that’s th’kinda love I want. No one leavin’ no one an’ no one gettin’ hurt…

That’s what I figured, I mean, s’no need for me to rush… Right? ‘Cause, I mean.. We got an eternity in front’a us.

*Smiles softly* And you’ll find it. Just give it time. Love and trust develop. Personally, I don’t believe in one-shot romances where you gaze into each other’s eyes and suddenly and irrevocably fall in love. Love doesn’t work like that. It takes time to develop as does trust. No one will leave once you trust that person, lay the groundwork out and then carefully place the stepping stones.

*coughs and nods*

Right. That’s exactly right. It took Lovino and I since 1943, Den. I may not remember it due to falling in a come, but all I know is that we didn’t rush it and now our patience is paying off.

Yeah… I’m, I’m done with those one night stands, ‘cause now I got him. And now it’s all good. And I’m… I’m happy. I’m real happy with ‘im~ It… Hmm.

*Pauses to organize his thoughts* When we started, we were just kids an’ it was like, a boyhood romance, ya know? An’ like… Just a crush. I think we kissed? Once? And then we were kinda thrown into a relationship because’a… th’Union.. But that wasn’t real either. Now, though. Now it feels concrete. An’ even if I can’t bring m’self to do anythin’ right now, I know we’ll get there someday!

*Smiles a bit*

Commitment is good, I’m glad you can finally relax and…”settle down” so to speak…

*Tilts his head a bit and nods* Mmhm… well…*smiles* Just don’t rush it. What you had as a boy is still there, obviously and that’s good. Just let the fire burn a little, then rekindle it.

Yeah, it’s just weird because, ya know, I dunno. S’just weird. It’s not what I thought I’d be doin’ but…

I like it. Yeah. Just gotta keep it all goin’…

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“Jeg elsker deg og, Lukas…” He was smiling broadly by this point, because he really had found the perfect person for him. And it made him smile, even though things still hurt. Lukas was sleeping and Matthias was happy just to watch him, he was glad that they were able to be together, even if he was in a wheelchair and Lukas was asleep. “I’m gonna get better for ya, okay Luke? Promise..” He took the hand up to his lips and planted a kiss on the soft Norwegian skin gently.

(( alkfj I am too ahahaha— I waited too long ;n; HAVE FUN TOMORROW. )) 

Lukas mumbled a bit more, turning over onto his side as he made himself more comfortable. He wanted to wake up and be there for Mathias, but he also wanted to sleep. He was used to not sleeping for days, but he had never done that and used a lot of his magic and stressed himself out. His body just couldn’t take the physical and emotional exhaustion. “…’Kay.” He whispered, his hand laying limply in Mathias’, his fingers twitching slightly as the Dane’s lips touched his skin. He wanted to stand, to go back to the room, to get Mathias back into bed and to let him rest, but no matter how badly he wanted to move, his body remained still and planted to the bench. “Bekla… ger..” He mumbled, feeling bad for not being able to do anything else.

[[ Hiiiiii <3333 ]]

He chuckled, intertwining their fingers together. “Don’t be sorry! S’nothin’ t’be sorry about, just rest okay?” Another kiss, soft and sweet. Ahh, he was getting tired too, and the weather was so nice and he was already sitting so why not. Though he couldn’t roll his chair, he could still hold onto Lukas’ hand, like a pair of otters, so they wouldn’t get away from each other as the Dane allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

(( Babbu! ))

Lukas gently pulled on Mathias’ arm, nestling into it and hugging him close to his body. He needed that physical contact with him. He needed to just hold him and sleep. Mathias was the only one who could actually help Lukas sleep. He was the only one who kept him calm and relaxed, even when he was annoying. He loved him more than anyone knew, more than he even knew. They had always been together and he had found that the Dane grew on him more and more each day, until he could no longer bear the thought of being away from him long. Of course, he would never, ever, admit that, but it was the truth and it would never change. He cared about the other so much and he loved him and, just seeing him hurt like that broke him inside. He stayed strong, he stayed calm, but he had already broken down and he couldn’t stand seeing Mathias in that condition. That was why he tried his hardest to make everything better. No matter what it cost him, he would help the other because he loved him that much…

Matthias was asleep now, holding onto Lukas’ hand with his head lolling sideways onto his shoulder. Sleep was good, sleep was healthy, sleep helped him heal. This is a really short post and I don’t know how to make it longer. In about three hours, Matthias awoke, confused and feeling a little sunburnt. But well rested.

Lukas remained sleeping, head resting on Mathias’ hand, legs curled up to his chest. “Mm… Mathias… D’nt touch..” He mumbled, nuzzling into him again. He felt hot on his one side, the sun getting to him as he slept, but it was a nice warm feeling. 

[[ Sorry, being yelled at and.. sorry D: ]]

“Luke… S’time t’get up, c’mon…” He was caught in an awkward position, especially when seated in a chair and it was starting to hurt along with the sunburn on his face and his exposed arm. “C’mon, time t’wake up…” He picked up the others hand gently and kissed it again. “C’mon…”

(( Babbu! ))