hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 27

Hetalia kink meme part 27

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[I hope you don't mind a long fill, OP! This is my first time writing the Nordics, so it might be kinda rough, but I'm dying to write some Scandinavian supernatural horror/mystery.]

They both squirmed under the Scandinavian man's firm gaze. The leftmost boy - white haired and the younger of the two - stirred creamer into his coffee, swirling the spoon around and around and around his cup, the motion perfect in its absurdity. The blond on the right blew on his hot cocoa, avoiding the accusational stare by acutely studying every minute detail on the cheerfully pastel porcelain mug. Silence dominated the booth, and the cafe in general, really, a queer, uneasy atmosphere hanging over the place. There was a nervous clutter of silverware, an awkward shift, and then -

"Where have you two been?" Magnus leaned forward, peering at the pair with something akin to desperation in his voice. His hair was messy, as it had always been - even stretching into their youth, the brawny boy had a poor relationship with combs. It was an uncomfortable reminder of the past, and Kjetil could only look up briefly before lowering his dull, muted gaze back to his drink.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Emil said, keeping his face cool and composed as he set down his spoon. It was an awkward question, and one that neither brother could answer satisfactorily. There was no sensible, logical answer to give - at least, not one that didn't rely on elaborate falsification. How could anyone say the truth?

Magic. Devils. A school deep, deep under the earth. What respectable person would believe a story reliant on such fanciful principles?

Kjetil Sigfusson and Emil Thomassen were not respectable people, not anymore; such was the fate of beings whose souls were half fashioned from shadow. How could they explain why - suddenly, inexplicably - they had disappeared from Magnus' life, snatched away on that still summer day? What words of consolation could they offer? Theirs was not a world that could be explained to a creature raised in light such as he. Theirs was not a world that --

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Magnus set his palms down on the table, perhaps a little more roughly than necessary. His mouth was twisted down in an irritable glower, although it was more of a petulant expression than a frightening one. "Don't give me that. After last night, I’ll believe anything. Where did you go?"

Emil looked at his brother.

"Somewhere... else. Somewhere - " Kjetil cut himself off, halfway between shame and sorrow. "...I don't know how to explain it to you. I'm not sure if I even should."

The rebuttal hung in the air. Magnus leaned forward, his expression softening as much as it ever did, transforming into a vague sort of compassionate intensity. "...That’s alright. I don’t need to know, not really. The important thing is - Are you two alright?"

It was a somewhat disarming question. Kjetil left Emil to answer it, snuggling a little deeper into his navy blue jacket. Despite being the elder brother, Kjetil had the least presence of the two, often so quiet that he seemed a part of the background - more like furniture than a person, perhaps. It was hard with Magnus, though, it always had been. He was so forceful, so attentive, so overwhelmingly passionate. He had an abundantly strong personaliy and with it, even now, even though it had been years, Magnus could still pin him to the spot. The churning guilt was sickening.

Thankfully, Emil came to the rescue. "We're doing fine," he said somewhat dismissively, and then, perhaps as a way to seem less cruel, added, "We weren't... able to contact you, back then. I'm sorry. I’m sure it wasn’t… pleasant."

It was a cheap apology, perhaps, in the face of everything. Magnus had every right to be angry, had every right to feel abandoned and betrayed. What else could they have done, though? They'd had no choice. It wasn't like they could have just... shown up in his life again after they'd "graduated". They became part of two different worlds that day, between which lay an unconquerable divide. It was an unavoidable fact.

Although, Magnus seemed to have other ideas.

"Hmn." A pause, and then he broke out into a smile, his mood immediately lightening as he leaned back. "Sorry, I'm being a jerk, aren't I? I really am happy to see you both. I missed you like hell, y'know." He clapped his hands together. "And, it's really convenient that it was you two I met. You can help me with my case!"

Emil was so dumbstruck by the complete change of tone that he, for fifteen or so seconds, couldn't make any sounds at all, simply gaping like a fish. "...W--what?"

“...Case?” Kjetil hesitantly ventured.

The grin broadened, a near impossible feat in and of itself, and he fished a badge out of his pocket. Displaying it proudly, he explained. "What, you think I go on nighttime jaunts around abandoned train stations for fun? I’m a detective, and I was working on a case.”

Emil and Kjetil looked at each other after contemplating the gleaming piece of metal. Somehow, the new information only made the situation seem more surreal. "You don't seem like you'd be good at that sort of thing," Kjetil interjected, causing Magnus to laugh uproariously, although it was uncertain whether it was due to the audaciousness of the statement or the look of horror on Emil's face.

"Harsh! I'm perfectly fine at my job, thank you very much. Well." He pocketed the badge, sounding oddly cheerful considering the subject matter. "Except for the 'almost dying' part. That was a bit of a putz up." Magnus was somewhat adept at understatement. It was a particularly infuriating trait. "So. I really, really hate to put business before our reunion, but are you willing to help me out? You seem to know about what I’m dealing with, here, and promptness is pretty key in my line of work."

"The answers won't be the kinds of things you can put in a police report," Emil warned, leaning forward a little and lowering his voice. "What you’re dealing with will never be accepted by the world at large. It… might be best if you forget all about this. You were in a lot of danger last night. You're still in a lot of danger..”

Magnus waved it off. “It doesn’t matter. I need the truth. Even if I was willing to abandon my case, I’m sure as hell not willing to abandon you. You’re knee deep in this shit, right? What kinda guy do you take me for?”

"Magnus," Kjetil finally spoke, fixing him with a severe expression. "You almost died last night because of us. This is serious.”

"Right," Emil latched on to Kjetil's resistance, finally coming to the entire point of the meeting. "You don't understand the situation. This is far beyond what you should be dealing with. We're... not the same people you used to know." He paused briefly, steeling himself. "...You ought to forget what happened. You ought to forget us. It would be safer for you."

His expression carefully neutral, Magnus leaned forward again, linking his hands together as he contemplated his two wayward friends. "On a scale of one-to-ten, how likely do you think me doing that is?"

"Er." Emil paused.

"Right. It's a fucking zero." Magnus made an 'o' with his thumb and forefinger for emphasis. “Look. Its not just about me and you. A young man has gone missing, and I can’t just give up on him because I don’t understand everything at work here. It's my job, and I knew it wasn't a safe and cozy one when I took it."

"This is different!" Emil protested, desperate to sway Magnus away from the matter. "This isn't work you should be doing. It's our kind of job. We've got experience with things... beyond mortal knowledge. We can find your missing man; you don't need to get involved."

"You still seriously think I'm going to stay out of it? No! Not on my life. What if I hadn't been there, huh?"

There was an awkward pause.

"That... was a fluke," Kjetil said softly, staring into his half-drunken cocoa. His side still throbbed, even with Iceland's healing touch.

Magnus quieted, kind enough not to call bullshit, and then continued in a gentler tone. “Believe me. I get what you're saying. But, I mean," he trailed off, and in a voice dripping with history, added, "...I still remember, you know? All of this now... Means I wasn't crazy. Back then. That day. I didn't imagine it all. I’ve always kind of wondered if there was… more, that I wasn’t seeing. And now I know. I can't just ignore it now. Nor..." He reached out, somehow perfectly casual with the gesture, gently settling his fingertips on their hands - with his left, he took Emil's, squeezing his fingers lightly, and his right palm settled over the hand Kjetil was using to cup his drink. "...can I ignore you two."

They both came to a simultaneous realization at the contact. From the very start, things had been decided. From the moment they agreed to meet with Magnus, it was perfectly, resolutely clear how dearly they wanted Magnus in their lives.

Secretly - they both, individually - wanted Magnus to swoop in and protect them, just as he always had. Just as he always would, into eternity.

Immediately, perfectly, sharply and piercingly they knew that the past wasn't something they could just walk away from. It was foolish to think this would never come back to haunt them. It always did, lurking in their shadows and at the faint edges of their memory. Magnus had been involved in this since the very beginning.

Such was fate. Unconquerable, unquenching fate.

And they wanted it, deep down. Despite knowing better on the surface, they wanted to drag him to the depths of obscurity. Because then, they never had to leave him. Then, he never had to leave them.

"...perhaps it is for the best," Emil swallowed, staring at Magnus' comparably huge hand. "You do have resources that are unavailable to us."

"If we didn't work with you, you would do something stupid on your own," Kjetil affirmed, soaking up the warmth from Magnus' palm.

"That is mostly definitely true!" He finished his statement with a laugh and pulled his hands back, and they both felt strange and empty. Both attributed it to guilt.

Emil drank his mostly cooled coffee, trying to wash the bitter sting out of his mouth. "Tell us about what happened."

A quick smile flickered across Magnus' face before a strange somberness overtook it. He could be serious sometimes, after all. "Alright, I’ll start from the top. It gets weird quick." Magnus took a deep breath. "It started, first and foremost, with a murder."

Author!anon! This is really amazing so far! I didn't really think I'd get a fill, let alone so fast, let alone a long one. I can't wait to see where this is going! So many questions that need answering! Ahhh sorry for the exclamation marks I'm really excited!

Also, this line: He had an abundantly strong personality and with it, even now, even though it had been years, Magnus could still pin him to the spot. I love this line, it's such a great description of Den's personality. \o/

ohhhhh I hope you continue this a!a, because I think it could be really amazing! you have a nice writing style, really quite vivid, and I'm really curious what else will come to light! :0

I just used the word 'really' like a hundred times.

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