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Hetalia kink meme part 27
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DenNor or SuFin / For The Dancing And The Dreaming
(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)First Fill with DenNor
(Anonymous) 2018-02-16 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)Even if Norway sometimes had troubles to show it to his beloved. Most of the time Denmark didn't seem to mind that, but on some days he just... was more demanding. During these times he yearned for validation, cuddling and loving praises whispered into his hair, mouth, skin. But Norway couldn't alway provide. Whenever he felt urged to display love, he felt blocked. As if he was incapable of even feeling this wonderful emotion.
What frustrated both of them was that it only seemed to happen with Denmark. Norway had absolutely no problem showering his younger brother Iceland with love and attention.
But he was determined to show his beloved how much he loved him. While he had no idea how to go about this, he did know that the modern media did deliver a lot of wonderful ideas and input. And with Denmark's avid love for movies he should be able to find something.
It took Norway two months to find something. While the taller man acted like asking for his favourites movies was the ultimate love confession, the smaller didn't think that. And was quite shocked to get a list of over one hundred movie titles.
"How the fuck did he watch all of these?!" A second later he wanted to slap himself for that thought. They've been around longer than all of this movies combined. Of course Denmark had had enough time to watch a ton of them.
Especially action movies. More than half of the list were of this genre with a lot of horror and thriller too. In fact he did not find a single romantic one, which kind of damped his mood. Still, he watched most of them to find something, anything, to surprise the love of his long life.
He was close to giving up after more than 50 movies and decided to skip ahead to the kids' movies. While he did find some good ideas, he felt reluctant to use one he found in a slasher. Especially since it came from the stalking serial murderer. That was not the image he was going for.
Another 20 movies later, he had found what he had looked for. Norway felt ecstatic about it! Directly after the film ended - which was really good - he just had to perfect his idea. And, you know, wait for the perfect opportunity.
This presented itself to him a week later with a bitter taste. Denmark just came home from a meeting with his bosse and threw himself on the couch. Norway knew this mood. While he had wished for a more romantic initial setting, he decided to just go with it. He just needed to comfort his beloved.
With a bit of pulling and pushing, he managed to sit himself on the fluffy couch, Denmark's head on his lap. Softly he stroke his hair, letting the other relax a bit. Norway had hoped for dancing and laughing, but he would probably not get it. He still steeled his nerves and took a deep breath. Anything for his beloved.
"Jeg rider livets storme af..." He started roughly and quiet, unsure of his himself. "Ja, om jeg så skal svømme~ Jeg krydser hvert et oprørt hav..."
He felt Denmark stir underneath his fingers, muscles taut and eyes closed halfway. His heart pounded in his ribcage.
"Hvis du vil være min."
Ending the first part of the song and having mostly no reaction from the other man, made him nervous. It was nerve-wracking. Did he mess up? Danish was somewhat similar to Norwegian, but he still tried to get better.
Slowly Denmark turned his head and looked at him with a small smile, wordlessly prompting him to keep singing.
"Ej solens brænd,
Ej frostens bid
Kan holde mig i tømme
Når blot dit hjerte bliver mit
Og jeg må være i dit"
The second part left his lips with more ease, sounding a bit happier and more steady. Denmark had turned onto his back, gazing at Norway and softly stroking the hand that now laid upon his cheek. The smaller one gasped at the loving look thrown at him, couldn't continue with his singing. But the other one gladly took over.
"Min egen, det var smukke ord, de fylder mig med varme~" His voice was deeper and more like velvet. It was his language after all. And hearing him sing, hearing how the words flowed from his soft lips, filled Norway with pure joy.
"Men alt, jeg ønsker her på jord, finder jeg i dine arme!"
Sitting up and turning to never stop gazing at the smaller man, Denmark just kept singing and pulling the other one into a soft embrace.
"Jeg giver dig guld og silkebånd, jeg synger poesi for dig." At this Norway snorted softly. Yes, Denmark already gave him plenty of gold and sang even more for him.
"Jeg skærmer dig mod alskens ondt, hvis blot du bliver hos mig."
"Behold kun guld og silkebånd," Norway interjected with a smile, planting a soft kiss onto Denmark's nose. "Din poesi er spildt på mig! Jeg ønsker kun at tage din hånd~ Og altid være nær dig."
He sounded softer than the taller man, a slightly higher voice. He hoped the other would keep singing. Norway really wanted to hear them sing together once again after so many years.
"I kærlighedens søde færd. Vil jeg dele dine drømme! I lyst og nød, hvad end der sker, vil kærligheden strømme." A tad bit sadder Norway kept singing, the other looking at him with awe and reveration. It blew his sadness. How could be sad while being this loved?
"Jeg rider livets storme af. Ja, om jeg så skal svømme! Jeg trodser hvert et oprørt hav~ Hvis du vil være min!" When Denmark joined him while singing the last part of the song, his heart felt like exploding with love. It made him happy to see the other so delighted, to know his little gift had worked. And before he could say anything, he felt soft lips on his own.
Denmark kissed him softly, again and again, until parting from him with a small smile.
"Thank you. I love you."
"I love you too."
These words and their smiles told more than anything else ever could. Snuggling together happily, the two just relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of each other.