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lulz Chris did it again that bastard |'D I swear I have to draw these ideas...
Title: "Wherever the Sun Goes"
Author: Written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tinsoldaten /smiletokamera , idea gotten from lordchrisos
Characters/Pairings: Denmark, Norway, Sweden
Rating: PG
Summary: Young!Scandinavia's watching the stars.
Title: "Gingerbread Men"
Author: Written bytinsoldaten /smiletokamera , idea gotten from lordchrisos
Characters/Pairings: Denmark/Norway-ish
Rating: PG..ish.
Summary: Norway's baking for Christmas.
It was soon Christmas time, and Denmark had gone to get a nice Christmas tree. As he got inside, he put down the tree and took off his coat before he joined Norway in the kitchen. His mind did a somersault as he found Norway in a pink apron, making gingerbread men. Slowly he sneaked up to the very concentrated boy and wrapped his arms around his waist, licking off a piece of frosting that was on Norway’s cheek.
Norway seemed unmoved, even though his face was a bit pink. He continued to decorate the pieces and Denmark finally realized they looked familiar.
“Aw, you made gingerbread men that look like me!” Denmark cooed with a grin, burying his face in Norway’s shoulder. “You’re too sweet.” As he was about to take one, however, Norway quickly grabbed his wrist.
“They’re for the tree.”
Denmark pouted a bit but shrugged. “Oh well.” He laughed as he went to set up the tree.
“… Do the ribbons really have to get tied around the gingerbread men like that?” Denmark laughed nervously as he watched Norway hang up the many gingerbread men that looked like him.
“…Yes.” Norway said stoically, as he tied the ribbon around the neck of the gingerbread man before hanging it on the three.
Denmark could swear he saw a little smirk on Norway’s face.
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Title: "Wherever the Sun Goes"
Author: Written by
tinsoldaten /smiletokamera , idea gotten from lordchrisos Characters/Pairings: Denmark, Norway, Sweden
Rating: PG
Summary: Young!Scandinavia's watching the stars.
They had been there for hours, watching the beautiful northern sunset that made the sky a mix of blue, orange and pink, but now it was completely dark, a bluish black swallowing all the colours they had witnessed earlier. Though one of the reasons why they still lay in the grass at that moment were that they didn’t want to go back home, the main reason was that the starry sky still had their minds occupied.
The blonde boys didn’t seem like they were a day over seven, and most likely they weren’t older either. All three of them lay sprawled across the grass on their backs, but not far enough away from each other for the one in the middle to hold the two other’s hands. They were so similar, yet you could see how different they were by the look in their eyes.
The smallest one was gazing quietly at the sky, a timid blush on his face as he lay there, closest to the one in the middle. The hand that wasn’t holding the one in the middle’s, ran through his messy, slightly long and wavy hair as he kind of stared apathetically at the sky, and sometimes shifted his eyes to the two others.
The tallest one seemed to be hesitating with the hand holding, but held his hand nonetheless. Through the rectangular glasses he watched the sky curiously, wondering of the mysteries up there. Sometimes he would sigh quietly or yawn, throwing glances at the two.
The most enthusiastic of the three was constantly staring at the sky with a grin, both of his hands holding a tight grip on the two others, amazement in his eyes as he counted the billions of stars in his mind. Åtte og snes… Ni og snes... Ti og snes…
“…D-do… Do you ever wonder where the sun goes at night?”
The weak, slender voice came from the smallest of them all, as he rolled around to lay on his stomach; somehow still managing to hold on to Denmark’s hand.
The two boys did the same; Sweden awkwardly noticing that “ew, I have been holding Denmark’s hand for like hours I bet my brain-level will sink anytime now” he let go of the Dane’s hand and sat up as he looked at Norway curiously.
Denmark stared at Norway for a while, before he got a face that just beamed “O HAY I’VE GOT IT” all over it like it was written on his forehead. “OH! MAYBE HE’S CHASED BY A WOLF?!”
“...”
The Swede blinked at Denmark, glancing at the blank-faced Norwegian, who immediately regret asking something at all; especially in the Dane’s presence.
“AND LIKE, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM THAT’S LIKE RUNNING AROUND THE EARTH!”
Norway twitched slightly as he stared at Denmark, who had let go of his hand and rose up on his feet to wave his hands up dramatically.
“AND THEN THERE’S THE HAMMER—”
With a thud, Denmark fell unconsciously on the ground.
Norway stared at the Swede, and the big branch in his hand, nodding slightly in approval as he sighed in relief.
And yet again, the three lay there – one unconscious and the two other pretty much enjoying the silence – on the grass, staring at the sky.
“Let’s meet here again when we’re older.”
“... Sure.”
The blonde boys didn’t seem like they were a day over seven, and most likely they weren’t older either. All three of them lay sprawled across the grass on their backs, but not far enough away from each other for the one in the middle to hold the two other’s hands. They were so similar, yet you could see how different they were by the look in their eyes.
The smallest one was gazing quietly at the sky, a timid blush on his face as he lay there, closest to the one in the middle. The hand that wasn’t holding the one in the middle’s, ran through his messy, slightly long and wavy hair as he kind of stared apathetically at the sky, and sometimes shifted his eyes to the two others.
The tallest one seemed to be hesitating with the hand holding, but held his hand nonetheless. Through the rectangular glasses he watched the sky curiously, wondering of the mysteries up there. Sometimes he would sigh quietly or yawn, throwing glances at the two.
The most enthusiastic of the three was constantly staring at the sky with a grin, both of his hands holding a tight grip on the two others, amazement in his eyes as he counted the billions of stars in his mind. Åtte og snes… Ni og snes... Ti og snes…
“…D-do… Do you ever wonder where the sun goes at night?”
The weak, slender voice came from the smallest of them all, as he rolled around to lay on his stomach; somehow still managing to hold on to Denmark’s hand.
The two boys did the same; Sweden awkwardly noticing that “ew, I have been holding Denmark’s hand for like hours I bet my brain-level will sink anytime now” he let go of the Dane’s hand and sat up as he looked at Norway curiously.
Denmark stared at Norway for a while, before he got a face that just beamed “O HAY I’VE GOT IT” all over it like it was written on his forehead. “OH! MAYBE HE’S CHASED BY A WOLF?!”
“...”
The Swede blinked at Denmark, glancing at the blank-faced Norwegian, who immediately regret asking something at all; especially in the Dane’s presence.
“AND LIKE, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM THAT’S LIKE RUNNING AROUND THE EARTH!”
Norway twitched slightly as he stared at Denmark, who had let go of his hand and rose up on his feet to wave his hands up dramatically.
“AND THEN THERE’S THE HAMMER—”
With a thud, Denmark fell unconsciously on the ground.
Norway stared at the Swede, and the big branch in his hand, nodding slightly in approval as he sighed in relief.
And yet again, the three lay there – one unconscious and the two other pretty much enjoying the silence – on the grass, staring at the sky.
“Let’s meet here again when we’re older.”
“... Sure.”
Title: "Gingerbread Men"
Author: Written by
tinsoldaten /smiletokamera , idea gotten from lordchrisos Characters/Pairings: Denmark/Norway-ish
Rating: PG..ish.
Summary: Norway's baking for Christmas.
It was soon Christmas time, and Denmark had gone to get a nice Christmas tree. As he got inside, he put down the tree and took off his coat before he joined Norway in the kitchen. His mind did a somersault as he found Norway in a pink apron, making gingerbread men. Slowly he sneaked up to the very concentrated boy and wrapped his arms around his waist, licking off a piece of frosting that was on Norway’s cheek.
Norway seemed unmoved, even though his face was a bit pink. He continued to decorate the pieces and Denmark finally realized they looked familiar.
“Aw, you made gingerbread men that look like me!” Denmark cooed with a grin, burying his face in Norway’s shoulder. “You’re too sweet.” As he was about to take one, however, Norway quickly grabbed his wrist.
“They’re for the tree.”
Denmark pouted a bit but shrugged. “Oh well.” He laughed as he went to set up the tree.
“… Do the ribbons really have to get tied around the gingerbread men like that?” Denmark laughed nervously as he watched Norway hang up the many gingerbread men that looked like him.
“…Yes.” Norway said stoically, as he tied the ribbon around the neck of the gingerbread man before hanging it on the three.
Denmark could swear he saw a little smirk on Norway’s face.
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