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Past-Part Fills Part 7
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[Part 24] Canada/Norway - Norway in a loving relationship
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 01:03 am (UTC)(link)Basically, I'm looking for something involving Norway, being in a relationship with another nation, in which they're both really in-tune with each other's needs (emotional and physical), and really loving toward one another. The sort of romance where they're good friends and quietly in love, and while it isn't always perfect, it's pretty damn great.
I realize this is kind of vague so it doesn't really matter if the fill is a short snapshot of this type of dynamic or if it's something longer detailing how they get into this relationship - anything dealing with it would be fine.
I only ask that the person Norway is in love with is NOT Denmark, Sweden, or Iceland. If they show up I'd prefer it if they have a family-only relationship with Norway. :)
This is the Spring Where the Faeries Play
They were content, tangled in sheets and tangled in each other. The only sound besides the hum of the air conditioner was heavy breathing, their chests rising and falling in sync as they came down from their high. Neither could muster enough air to speak, though it wasn’t as if they were nations of many words. When hands found hands and lips found lips in comfortable silence, who needed talking?
It wasn’t as if they weren’t listening.
Norway turned and pressed his nose into Canada’s shoulder. For being two extremely cold masses, they created a wonderfully radiant heat when combined. Though Norway was not particularly keen on cuddling after sex, he was keen on Canada’s desires, his need for touch; he knew Canada needed to feel the love to know it was there. He trailed his fingertips down Canada’s chest, earning a soft hum in approval.
Canada didn’t even have to mention that he would make pancakes in the morning.
****
Norway was lured out of bed by the smell of maple and the prospect of coffee. Once he taught Canada how to make it properly, his lover’s brew had become his favorite – along with a generous pour of syrup, of course.
Once he had dressed, in a baggy shirt and sweatpants he had borrowed from Canada’s closet, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Canada was busy at the stove flipping pancakes. Norway’s lip turned up slightly when he noticed the other nation wearing the apron he had given him on his last birthday. Canada hadn’t yet realized Norway was in the room, though he didn’t mind; it gave him a chance to listen to the gentle melody drifting from Canada’s lips.
The lullaby was one of Norway’s favorites. He understood. He would probably pluck the damned bird’s feathers, too, if it had been bold enough to wake him. Heaven knows he had done worse to those who dare intrude on his dreams. In his defense, Denmark’s nose had repaired itself within the hour even if he had not been conscious to witness it. But it was hard to think about annoying brothers when someone as stunning as Canada was standing in front of him.
Oh! Coffee.
Canada had set the steaming mug on the counter by the entrance, knowing Norway would see it. He had been doing it since that first morning. The mug was another of Norway’s favorites. Canada had given it to him on their first Christmas together. It was a hand painted Norwegian seascape. It looked like Balsfjorden, where he had taken Canada on his first trip to his country. The sunset had been particularly lovely that night and it was captured so perfectly on the ceramic. He can’t recall Canada having a camera then, so it must have been painted entirely from memory. The mug was special to him. That’s why he kept it at Canada’s house.
Taking a sip, he tried not to think about annoying drunk brothers breaking his nice things.
“Breakfast is ready, dear.”
Norway was pulled from his thoughts by a gentle voice. He looked up to find Canada sitting at the dining table, grinning. Full plates and silverware were already set out on the maple leaf patterned table cloth. When he sat down with his mug, Canada wordlessly reached up to smooth his hair, straighten his barrette. Kumajirou, seated on a booster seat across the table, gave them a passing glance before refocusing his attention on the stack of syrup-drenched pancakes in front of him. Norway appreciated the lack of concern; there was only so much he could take from nations’ talking pets, even if said pets belonged to his precious brother. Canada wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Norway sighed, leaning into the touch.
This was perfect.
*****
Norway spent the afternoon with Kumajirou since Canada had meetings with his prime minister and a few Dutch diplomats. They decided to go to the park near Canada’s house. Norway found a secluded area so he could practice his magic. Some faeries had shown up and the bear was surprisingly entertained by their simple charms. He would have to mention this to Canada some time – mention meaning he would wordlessly take Canada to this hidden corner of the park and show him. If the faeries were having fun, then Norway couldn’t complain.
If anyone asked, Norway might have said he had a good time. But no one asked. When Canada arrived home five hours later, he found Norway curled up on the couch contentedly using his bear as a pillow. He didn’t have to ask.
And that was okay.
*****
Canada had hockey practice with Team Canada that evening, though as soon as they entered the arena Norway regretted tagging along. He had always seemed to forget how aggressive the sport was over here and it certainly wasn’t romantic to watch one’s lover get slammed into walls for a few hours. That first night he had seen Canada play had also been the night of their first fight. How was he expected to support someone who was regularly bloodied, bruised and blackened – and called it fun? He had yelled and Canada had yelled back. It He doesn’t know if it was better or worse for his case that Canada had been icing his shoulder while they were arguing.
While he was shouted at, and shouted back, he couldn’t keep away the thoughts of dread creeping up in his mind. He had half-expected (read: fully expected) Canada to kick him out right there, stick him on the red eye back to Oslo and forget about him. Move on. He definitely wasn’t expecting the other nation to just stop screaming and kiss him in the locker room, bag of ice dropping to the floor as Canada pulled him close and murmured tearful apologies against his lips. He didn’t expect himself to kiss back.
That was also the first night he had given comfort sex – and received it in return.
The next morning, the only time he had ever been awake before Canada, Norway looked over at his sleeping lover and sighed. The bruises had faded, the darkness under his eye had disappeared, and his arm was twisted as such an odd angle under his pillow that Norway was certain his shoulder was fine. He could only bury his face in the crook of his lover’s neck and grunt until he woke. It was his way of saying sorry, Canada knew. And when Canada sat up and pulled Norway into his lap, the sheet fell away and he could tell that Canada’s body was just as flawless as it had been before the game.
They were nations after all.
That was something of which Norway had to be frequently reminded, especially when Canada was injured in the rink. At first, he didn’t know why he was being so foolish. The idea that humans wielding fiberglass sticks could permanently injure them was ludicrous in of itself. (Though now he’s sure that those idiots beat on him harder because he’s not human.) He didn’t voice this aloud, but Canada understood. His lover only smiled, pulled him closer for a kiss and told him that was what being in love was about.
”Don’t you think I worry when you spar Viking-style back home? And you guys use real weapons!”
That was true. Norway often reenacted the days of yore with Denmark and occasionally Sweden. There was something undeniably intoxicating about disarming Denmark and slicing him with his own axe. And, of course, Norway never walked away unscathed. He recalls their last encounter, when Canada had been with him in Stockholm, where he had suffered a particularly hard blow to the head. Canada had carried him home and helped him bathe, wash off the blood. He had situated him comfortably on the sofa in front of the fire and made sure he was warm. He had stayed by his side until his vision stopped bouncing and he could eat something heartier than water without vomiting it back up.
The next morning had been Norway’s second experience with comfort sex.
When he thought about it, he and Canada had a lot in common. (He tried not to think about Denmark taunting, “That’s why you’re together, Norge!”) They were both cold, though he figured that just eased the constant traveling back and forth. They were both skilled in the kitchen, able to prepare a complete meal with Canada’s delectable main courses and his desserts. They both were vexed quite swiftly when their respective hair curls were pulled. Most importantly, they both had bothersome brothers that were begrudgingly central fixtures in their lives.
He can still remember the moment he realized he was in love. It had been after the umpteenth-and-a-half time he had seen Canada play. That night had ended in a particularly difficult victory against Finland. They were in Canada’s living room watching a Toronto-Maple Leafs game that Canada had recorded while Norway cleaned and bandaged his cuts. Canada flinched when the wet cloth brushed against then fresh bruise around his eye, a third period shiner the size of Denmark’s ego. At this point, Norway just rolled his eyes and continued to clean the area, smirking.
”You know, if America were here, he wouldn’t have patched me up,” Canada stated, being abnormally talkative when his team won. “Probably would’ve just given me a fist to the other eye so they matched.”
“Would you’ve let him walk away?”
“Limping, of course.” Canada beamed and Norway couldn’t recall another time where he laughed that hard.
“Ready to go, dear?” He looked up to find Canada grinning tiredly, equipment slung over his shoulder. He was wiping sweat from his brow.
Somehow, Norway had daydreamed through Canada’s entire practice. He had been doing that a lot lately. At least he had his lover to himself now he thought as he stood up and took Canada’s hand in his. He grabbed the shoulder pads out of Canada’s other hand insistently, ready for a glaring contest if he fought. Canada only sighed tiredly and allowed some of the burden to be alleviated. They drove back to Canada’s home in easy silence.
“So…I’ve got this new recipe from Spain –“ Norway pressed a finger to his lips to shush him. He curled closer to him on the sofa.
“Tomorrow. I’ll cook tonight. You’re exhausted.” Canada’s fridge and pantry were always stocked so it wouldn’t be hard to make something edible.
Canada released a breath and sunk further into the cushions. “Thanks.”
Norway got to his feet and stretched. He leaned over to give Canada a peck on the lips, smiling when he realized his lover was half-asleep.
Maybe dinner could wait.
END.
Note: Multishipping author!anon says, "Have you tried the CanNor? It's delicious."
Re: [Part 24] Canada/Norway - Norway in a loving relationship
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 06:41 am (UTC)(link)I love this! The comparisons of the two, how it's hard to watch your lover hurting even if they are going to heal very quickly, just the quiet routine... you are brilliant!
Re: [Part 24] Canada/Norway - Norway in a loving relationship
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)Hopefully we see more CanNor from you.
Re: [Part 24] Canada/Norway - Norway in a loving relationship
(Anonymous) 2013-12-07 05:47 am (UTC)(link)/yet another Canada multi-shipping anon
Author here to de-anon!
(Anonymous) 2014-05-14 05:50 am (UTC)(link)I have de-anoned a polished version on Dreamwidth and AO3. You can find it under the same title, "This is the Spring Where the Faeries Play."