DenNor--From Norway's perspective. I wanted it to deal with Norway feeling guilty for rejecting Denmark in the past despite loving him, and now to want him back despite his independence. I, uh, hope that's somewhat recognizable. Enjoy!
If the storm could hold me at night I would fly towards your threshold If rain and clouds could hold me tight I’d kick the door down and enter your fort.
But your house is no longer mine My country and people, free now and forth And my magic won’t make me fly And I can’t tell you, can't put in words,
That I love you. Despair grips me tight Remembering the nights where I sent you off Where I told you “It won’t happen, good night” And crushed your hopes with one cruel laugh.
If I could I would leave for the south To stand proud and tall in your doorway I’d kick down your door most uncouth And yell “I‘m the Kingdom of Norway,
Come to make you mine for all time So will you forgive me, my love?” And you, with tears in your eyes, Would whisper “Kongeriket Norge”.
But no. Any magic I have is futile. On my fjords all of my invocations Are carried off into the sea, inutile, And in the waves I find only frustration.
Sweden came by the other day. He told me to just talk That it would solve all my problems to say “Hey, I love you, Denmark”
I sent him off. He should understand How hard it is to stand tall And not mumble when you have your heart in your hand (he doesn’t say much himself, after all).
So I sit alone in my northernmost lands Within old Viking halls made of salt and stone And wait for the day the storm will grab my hands And tear me off of my throne
To come to you, my prince and king, And be no longer alone, And in my deep, although hoarse, voice I sing Until there’s a bit of warmth in my bones.
My brother is worried, but now I smile As I swallow honeymead and dream of your hair “Big brother! Where are you going?”is his cry But I am far gone, to a lair
Within the clouds, where I see Your big grin, your big hands, all mine And here in a dream you’re with me And so it shall be for all time.
And oh, in this haze I have left for the south To stand proud and tall in your doorway And right now I kick down your door most uncouth And scream “I‘m the Kingdom of Norway,
Come to make you mine for all time So will you forgive me, my love?” And you, with tears in your eyes, Only answer “Kongeriket Norge”.
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Song of the Repenting Northman
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)If the storm could hold me at night
I would fly towards your threshold
If rain and clouds could hold me tight
I’d kick the door down and enter your fort.
But your house is no longer mine
My country and people, free now and forth
And my magic won’t make me fly
And I can’t tell you, can't put in words,
That I love you. Despair grips me tight
Remembering the nights where I sent you off
Where I told you “It won’t happen, good night”
And crushed your hopes with one cruel laugh.
If I could I would leave for the south
To stand proud and tall in your doorway
I’d kick down your door most uncouth
And yell “I‘m the Kingdom of Norway,
Come to make you mine for all time
So will you forgive me, my love?”
And you, with tears in your eyes,
Would whisper “Kongeriket Norge”.
But no. Any magic I have is futile.
On my fjords all of my invocations
Are carried off into the sea, inutile,
And in the waves I find only frustration.
Sweden came by the other day.
He told me to just talk
That it would solve all my problems to say
“Hey, I love you, Denmark”
I sent him off. He should understand
How hard it is to stand tall
And not mumble when you have your heart in your hand
(he doesn’t say much himself, after all).
So I sit alone in my northernmost lands
Within old Viking halls made of salt and stone
And wait for the day the storm will grab my hands
And tear me off of my throne
To come to you, my prince and king,
And be no longer alone,
And in my deep, although hoarse, voice I sing
Until there’s a bit of warmth in my bones.
My brother is worried, but now I smile
As I swallow honeymead and dream of your hair
“Big brother! Where are you going?”is his cry
But I am far gone, to a lair
Within the clouds, where I see
Your big grin, your big hands, all mine
And here in a dream you’re with me
And so it shall be for all time.
And oh, in this haze I have left for the south
To stand proud and tall in your doorway
And right now I kick down your door most uncouth
And scream “I‘m the Kingdom of Norway,
Come to make you mine for all time
So will you forgive me, my love?”
And you, with tears in your eyes,
Only answer “Kongeriket Norge”.
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)Norway's suffering definitely shines through, and made me tear up a bit.
Thank you for the fill, anon, it was very enjoyable.
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