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[FANFICTION]: "Steady As the Sea" & "Faces"
Title: Steady As the Sea
Author/Artist: Moi!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Norway and his bros.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Notta, odd pairings?
Summary: Twenty Norwegian Truths.
FF.NET account= fanfiction.net/~overcast
All you sailors,
(get out of the waves! get out of the water!)
All life-savers,
(get out of the waves! get out of the water!)
All you cruisers,
(get out of the waves! get out of the water!)
All you fishermen,
Head for home.
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1. Denmark thinks Norway hovers around Sweden at meetings because he can't stand the axe-wielding man, Finland thinks it's because they both enjoy
a nice, long, silence and Norway laughs because it's really because he thinks Sweden looks really, really cute in a suit.
2. Norway thinks (one of his favorite hobbies) a few weeks later, that this is what some would call a "crush", and tries to not to vomit.
3. Norway knows the sea. Britain cherishes it as one would an old-friend, Holland respects it as one would a patron, but only Norway really knows it.
4. Sometimes, on those-too-perfect-to-be-true days, when the water shines so brilliantly Norway has to try not to jump in, he thinks (hopes) the sea might know him too.
5. Besides their love of the sea, Norway finds common ground with Britain in other areas, namely their shared hatred of those damned non-believers.
6. Norway would love to say that at this stage in his existence, he is completely indifferent towards Denmark. But he may hate him, just a little.
7. Not enough to actually care about him, though.
8. The odd time he'll catch a glance from Hungary while he's in the midst of an argument with Denmark, and almost wants to yell over to her that
any sexual tension she's seeing is completely one-sided.
9. The same goes for Iceland, even though Norway does derive considerable comfort from the fact that now, the only thing that separates them is his
beloved sea.
10. Norway's feelings towards Finland are more complicated. He has a measure of respect for the petit man, both of them being nations that don't
feel the need to beat their chests and grab for land, while all the same having a sort of quiet strength, as steady as the sea.
11. He does not like it, however, when people say Finland is the only Nordic nation with any semblance of social skills.
12. Contrary to certain rumours, Norway does have emotions, he just isn't ruled by them. He does tend to forget about them, though.
13. Contrary to another set of rumours, Norway does laugh and does smile, quite regularly even, and any word otherwise is just Germany trying to make himself feel better.
14. Norway has got to admire Denmark's persistence. Possibly because he himself's a nation who's accustomed to retreating when things get too...interesting.
He knows Denmark's an idealist in a way he himself could never be, and that once he gets an idea in his head...
15. Though he could've done without the 400 Years of Night.
16. One day, Denmark makes a joke and:
Everyone rolls their eyes.
Finland giggles.
Denmark grins, but this time nervously.
Norway mentally congratulates Finland for being the first person ever to make Denmark be afraid of screwing up.
17. Norway has always prided himself on his independence, even when he wasn't independent. Sweden could die tomorrow and he would certainly mourn, but it would not
break him. It would never break him.
18. Then Sweden does die, and things don't go according to plan. Norway paces and tries to cry and wonders if he's actually relieved.
He watches Denmark refuse to leave Finland's side, and thinks a small part of him might hate the smaller nation.
19. Then he receives a late-night knock at his door, and things start to fall into place. He eyes Denmark warily, (as usual), hoarsely asks him what he wants,
receives outstretched arms in response, and then curses emotions and tears and Denmark's ability to be such an idiot, yet so perceptive when it counts.
(Though Norway wouldn't count it if you paid him)
20. He still kind-of hates Denmark.
AN:
400 years of night' refers to Norway's rule by Denmark.
Lame title is lame.
Sooo SuNor and DenFin in one fic, I should probably start a LJ community for neglected APH pairings?
Title: Faces
Author/Artist: Moiii
Character(s) or Pairing(s): DenNor, except not.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Choppiness, :x.
Summary: Denmark's face appears to Norway far more often than it really should, but he doesn't mind much.
Someday when my life has passed me by, I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me.
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Norway and Denmark differed on a good many subjects, and the sea was one of them.
It was well-known that Norway loved the sea. It was lesser-known the Denmark didn't.
To him, it was just another barrier between him and Sweden, Sweden who could never, just never, be controlled, be completely tamed by Denmark. But Denmark had to try, and try, because Denmark was Denmark and Denmark never gave up.
To him, it was just another barrier between himself and Norway, literally and figuratively. Denmark could never understand why Norway would rather be the solitary sailor than his lover.
Sometimes, neither did Norway.
But what Norway did understand, what he did know, was that he could never look at life as simply as Denmark.
Denmark, the same Denmark who knew hundreds of ways to kill any given man, unabashedly believed in fairytales.
He wanted to live a fairytale story with Norway, with a gallant Prince and his beautiful (if a bit cold) love, who would first try to resist his advances (what's a Prince worth without a challenge to prove himself with, after all?), but then would magically give in, and they would then lie in each other's arms, love blossoming in their eyes.
The idea of having Norway became an all-consuming one for him, and Norway would probably have ended up like those bitter, broken nations if it hadn't been for the fact that deep down, Denmark was a decent man.
But what he never realized -and probably never would- was that in the end, it's just a bed. And one simple bed couldn't ever solve a millennium's worth of problems. When all was said and done, Norway knew they wouldn't have ended up any more compatible than if Denmark had left him untouched forever.
Romantic. Idealist. Whatever you wanted to call him, Denmark was Denmark, and Denmark never gave up. However, he, thankfully, actually did give up on the bed and eventually moved on to love. Norway didn't quite have the heart to tell him he had it backwards.
Of course, things didn't turn out well for either of them on that front either. It was all too late, their beginning was long gone and their ending was in sight.
When it finally came, it was two parts bitter and one part sweet.
Norway finally escaped the smothering of a man who cared about him far too much, who was exchanged for a man who was able to hurt him far more than he ever should have been able to.
To this day, Norway shudders when Denmark's face finds its way into his mind, the face of a man watching his love be dragged off (not entirely unwillingly) by his greatest rival.
When Norway finally reached independence, Denmark, in a completely Denmark move, decided enough was enough, and asked Norway to marry him.
To this day, Norway shudders when Denmark's face finds its way into his mind, the face of a man finally realizing that no, fairytales are not real.
Denmark's face appears to Norway far more often than it really should, but he doesn't mind much.
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Sometimes, on those stormy nights, when it sounds like the sea is doing battle against itself,
Norway climbs into his bed, alone (always alone), and thinks of the past. It makes him feel many different things, depending on the part (person) in question.
Sweden makes him feel a rather uncomfortable mix of rage, sympathy, sadness, and affection.
Iceland makes him feel happy, if a bit lonely.
Germany still makes him feel like kicking someone in the balls.
But when he thinks of a bright young man with a goofy grin and all his dreams laid ahead of him, he simply feels a sense of warmth.
And maybe just a little regret.
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A/N:
This is seriously the choppiest thing in the world, don't shoot me.:( I wrote some parts before others, and kept adding to it.
It basicly seems like the start of 80 diff fics mixed into one.
I just can't get out of Norway's head!
There was supposed to be a Hungary and Finland version of this, and there might still be, but damn did this take a lot
out of me.
I should probably get on the next chap of TYLBMDG
Author/Artist: Moi!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Norway and his bros.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Notta, odd pairings?
Summary: Twenty Norwegian Truths.
FF.NET account= fanfiction.net/~overcast
All you sailors,
(get out of the waves! get out of the water!)
All life-savers,
(get out of the waves! get out of the water!)
All you cruisers,
(get out of the waves! get out of the water!)
All you fishermen,
Head for home.
--------------------------------
1. Denmark thinks Norway hovers around Sweden at meetings because he can't stand the axe-wielding man, Finland thinks it's because they both enjoy
a nice, long, silence and Norway laughs because it's really because he thinks Sweden looks really, really cute in a suit.
2. Norway thinks (one of his favorite hobbies) a few weeks later, that this is what some would call a "crush", and tries to not to vomit.
3. Norway knows the sea. Britain cherishes it as one would an old-friend, Holland respects it as one would a patron, but only Norway really knows it.
4. Sometimes, on those-too-perfect-to-be-true days, when the water shines so brilliantly Norway has to try not to jump in, he thinks (hopes) the sea might know him too.
5. Besides their love of the sea, Norway finds common ground with Britain in other areas, namely their shared hatred of those damned non-believers.
6. Norway would love to say that at this stage in his existence, he is completely indifferent towards Denmark. But he may hate him, just a little.
7. Not enough to actually care about him, though.
8. The odd time he'll catch a glance from Hungary while he's in the midst of an argument with Denmark, and almost wants to yell over to her that
any sexual tension she's seeing is completely one-sided.
9. The same goes for Iceland, even though Norway does derive considerable comfort from the fact that now, the only thing that separates them is his
beloved sea.
10. Norway's feelings towards Finland are more complicated. He has a measure of respect for the petit man, both of them being nations that don't
feel the need to beat their chests and grab for land, while all the same having a sort of quiet strength, as steady as the sea.
11. He does not like it, however, when people say Finland is the only Nordic nation with any semblance of social skills.
12. Contrary to certain rumours, Norway does have emotions, he just isn't ruled by them. He does tend to forget about them, though.
13. Contrary to another set of rumours, Norway does laugh and does smile, quite regularly even, and any word otherwise is just Germany trying to make himself feel better.
14. Norway has got to admire Denmark's persistence. Possibly because he himself's a nation who's accustomed to retreating when things get too...interesting.
He knows Denmark's an idealist in a way he himself could never be, and that once he gets an idea in his head...
15. Though he could've done without the 400 Years of Night.
16. One day, Denmark makes a joke and:
Everyone rolls their eyes.
Finland giggles.
Denmark grins, but this time nervously.
Norway mentally congratulates Finland for being the first person ever to make Denmark be afraid of screwing up.
17. Norway has always prided himself on his independence, even when he wasn't independent. Sweden could die tomorrow and he would certainly mourn, but it would not
break him. It would never break him.
18. Then Sweden does die, and things don't go according to plan. Norway paces and tries to cry and wonders if he's actually relieved.
He watches Denmark refuse to leave Finland's side, and thinks a small part of him might hate the smaller nation.
19. Then he receives a late-night knock at his door, and things start to fall into place. He eyes Denmark warily, (as usual), hoarsely asks him what he wants,
receives outstretched arms in response, and then curses emotions and tears and Denmark's ability to be such an idiot, yet so perceptive when it counts.
(Though Norway wouldn't count it if you paid him)
20. He still kind-of hates Denmark.
AN:
400 years of night' refers to Norway's rule by Denmark.
Lame title is lame.
Sooo SuNor and DenFin in one fic, I should probably start a LJ community for neglected APH pairings?
Title: Faces
Author/Artist: Moiii
Character(s) or Pairing(s): DenNor, except not.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Choppiness, :x.
Summary: Denmark's face appears to Norway far more often than it really should, but he doesn't mind much.
Someday when my life has passed me by, I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Norway and Denmark differed on a good many subjects, and the sea was one of them.
It was well-known that Norway loved the sea. It was lesser-known the Denmark didn't.
To him, it was just another barrier between him and Sweden, Sweden who could never, just never, be controlled, be completely tamed by Denmark. But Denmark had to try, and try, because Denmark was Denmark and Denmark never gave up.
To him, it was just another barrier between himself and Norway, literally and figuratively. Denmark could never understand why Norway would rather be the solitary sailor than his lover.
Sometimes, neither did Norway.
But what Norway did understand, what he did know, was that he could never look at life as simply as Denmark.
Denmark, the same Denmark who knew hundreds of ways to kill any given man, unabashedly believed in fairytales.
He wanted to live a fairytale story with Norway, with a gallant Prince and his beautiful (if a bit cold) love, who would first try to resist his advances (what's a Prince worth without a challenge to prove himself with, after all?), but then would magically give in, and they would then lie in each other's arms, love blossoming in their eyes.
The idea of having Norway became an all-consuming one for him, and Norway would probably have ended up like those bitter, broken nations if it hadn't been for the fact that deep down, Denmark was a decent man.
But what he never realized -and probably never would- was that in the end, it's just a bed. And one simple bed couldn't ever solve a millennium's worth of problems. When all was said and done, Norway knew they wouldn't have ended up any more compatible than if Denmark had left him untouched forever.
Romantic. Idealist. Whatever you wanted to call him, Denmark was Denmark, and Denmark never gave up. However, he, thankfully, actually did give up on the bed and eventually moved on to love. Norway didn't quite have the heart to tell him he had it backwards.
Of course, things didn't turn out well for either of them on that front either. It was all too late, their beginning was long gone and their ending was in sight.
When it finally came, it was two parts bitter and one part sweet.
Norway finally escaped the smothering of a man who cared about him far too much, who was exchanged for a man who was able to hurt him far more than he ever should have been able to.
To this day, Norway shudders when Denmark's face finds its way into his mind, the face of a man watching his love be dragged off (not entirely unwillingly) by his greatest rival.
When Norway finally reached independence, Denmark, in a completely Denmark move, decided enough was enough, and asked Norway to marry him.
To this day, Norway shudders when Denmark's face finds its way into his mind, the face of a man finally realizing that no, fairytales are not real.
Denmark's face appears to Norway far more often than it really should, but he doesn't mind much.
---------------------------------------------------------
Sometimes, on those stormy nights, when it sounds like the sea is doing battle against itself,
Norway climbs into his bed, alone (always alone), and thinks of the past. It makes him feel many different things, depending on the part (person) in question.
Sweden makes him feel a rather uncomfortable mix of rage, sympathy, sadness, and affection.
Iceland makes him feel happy, if a bit lonely.
Germany still makes him feel like kicking someone in the balls.
But when he thinks of a bright young man with a goofy grin and all his dreams laid ahead of him, he simply feels a sense of warmth.
And maybe just a little regret.
------------------------------------------------------------
A/N:
This is seriously the choppiest thing in the world, don't shoot me.:( I wrote some parts before others, and kept adding to it.
It basicly seems like the start of 80 diff fics mixed into one.
I just can't get out of Norway's head!
There was supposed to be a Hungary and Finland version of this, and there might still be, but damn did this take a lot
out of me.
I should probably get on the next chap of TYLBMDG
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I want to say the first fic is my favorite (Norway's take on things is so amusing) but the ending to the second one is so bittersweet.
I guess it is a little choppy, but that is what it's like when you're deep in thought, right?
Thanks so much for sharing this~
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Hahah yeah, and Norway is verrry deep in thought.8-) I just love writing character's inner thoughts, idk why.
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