#densunor

[yries]

Happy belated Valentine's Day & day 9 of the 2026 Winter Olympics :)

Denmark currently has zero (0) medals - but Sweden and Norway have enough gold share.

[tabrisangel]

VALENTINE’S DAY SHIP COLLAGE (NORWAY IS A WOMAN USE SHE/HER ONLY)

[lwona]

Scandinavia trio during Viking times.

DenSuNor is my OT3 😌 Underrated fr

[i-am-a--lionheart]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

At the End of Kalmar, nothing keeps Sweden around but Norway. As he asks him to leave the union, the words between them stay soft and gentle, but hearts are torn apart anyways.

Alas: After literal years of writingblock, i produced a little tragic oneshot based on an rp of mine and commissioned @lumierew to do an illustration based on it.

It's SuNor, ofc. It's tragic, ofc, so it has mature themes, a lot of angst ♡ it's loosely historically set in 1520, before the start of Swedish War of Liberation and mentions the Treaty of Bergen of 1450 after the short lived War for Norway between Denmark and Sweden! Mentioned DenSuNor because how couldn't I.

[phyripo]

17, from your spotify wrapped?

Of course! You didn't mention a particular character but I think this song naturally suggests a very specific group, so! Here's some vaguely ambiguous (probably romantic, could be read as Very Good Friends™) tragic fantasy Viking Trio! What's tragic fantasy, you ask? It's a fantasy setting and someone is dead, is what! Don't worry, they're gonna get him back :^)

Einar is Norway, Torbjörn is Sweden & Søren is Denmark!

Send a number 1-100 and a ship/character and I'll write something inspired by the corresponding song from my most listened this year :)

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Rivers of Gold

Amid the raucous celebration, Einar and Torbjörn were cloaked in silence. People around them raised their flagons and drinking horns and cheered to their victory, praising Søren’s name.

Torbjörn clenched his jaw and watched Einar’s elegant fingers tighten around his cutlery. Neither of them had eaten a bite yet, nor had they drunk any of the richly flowing mead.

Søren can coax Einar out of any mood, with his smile undeterred by the man’s often dark countenance. He throws an arm around his shoulders, grins against his temple while he tugs Torbjörn over with his other hand, fisted in his coat.

“I don’t think they know how annoying he is,” Einar said, and then seemed to choke on the food he hadn’t eaten. “Was.”

Søren the Axe-wielder, they were calling him. The warrior who finally conquered the powerful entity most people were afraid to name. It was a title he would’ve loved, Torbjörn thought. Although he probably wouldn’t have been a fan of the way his axe was now being passed around like some sort of relic, by people that weren’t him or either of them.

“Very annoying,” Torbjörn agreed, his voice scratchy with disuse. “Never should’ve let him go out in the first place.”

He’s so earnest, so ready to lay down his life for them from the moment they meet, and seems confused that they’d do the same. Torbjörn worries, sometimes, that they aren’t good for him, that they’ll drag him down with their silences. But he doesn’t know how to tell Søren that, so he tries to pour his appreciation into the wood he carves, making new beads for his wild hair or a new handle for his axe, talismans for both him and Einar. Just as Einar learns protective spells to lay on the wood and weaves tales by firesides across the realm to enchant both of them. It’s always the three of them.

“He can be so stubborn,” Einar continued, stabbing his knife into a piece of meat. He didn’t correct his tense this time, and neither did Torbjörn, who just nodded, reaching for his arm. He really should eat; it had been a long battle. Einar looked over at him, dark blue eyes edged with the wild, iridescent purple of his magic.

Or, maybe, it was just emotion this time. If it was, Torbjörn had not the skill to say. Søren would have known.

Relieved and adrenalin-filled after a mighty battle, Torbjörn tangles his hands in Søren’s ever-unruly hair while the man recounts the whole thing, and Einar tiredly crafts healing potions. Søren never shuts his mouth, and in moments like these, it’s a relief to both of them, to know he’s still there. The way he lets Torbjörn mend his armor and Einar heal his wounds means he’s relieved, too.

Eventually, they managed to eat some food, quietly. Ignored by the revelers in the tavern. Søren was still soaking up the attention that neither of them wanted, even though he was no longer here.

Einar kept cutting three pieces.

Sighing, Torbjörn continued to touch his arm, reminding both of them where they were. Who they were—even if he wasn’t entirely sure of what that was, now.

When the food was gone at long last, Einar laid his slender hand over where Torbjörn’s rested on his forearm. They sat still.

He never stops moving if they don’t slow him down now and then. Søren flies through life with little regard for his surroundings. He even wriggles and talks in his sleep. Einar keeps a parchment to note the strangest things he says, and Søren is always amused to find out. Sometimes, when all three of them can sleep at once, without the need for a watch, he ends up between Torbjörn and Einar, and is still for once. And then, of course, he tells Torbjörn that he snores much too loud.

The tavern started emptying; the townsfolk were exhausted from the long day and full of food and drink. They left Søren’s axe, stained with tar-like blood, behind. Torbjörn wasn’t sure what they intended to do with it, so he stood up from his bench, marched over, and took it, glaring at the few people still hanging around. They did know who he was despite Søren getting all the fame, and let him.

Of course, Torbjörn used a sword most of the time, but perhaps he could take up this weapon as a tribute to Søren. He ran his fingers over the runes he had carved into the handle, and saw them light up with a familiar purple glow as he got back.

Standing, Einar also touched the axe. A frisson of energy ran through both of them. Einar took a deep breath, the light flaring with it.

“I can feel him,” he breathed.

An infectious grin, hands rough from gripping an axe, but ever so gentle in their touch. Hair burnished copper in the sun, a thousand freckles bunching as Søren laughs.

“’S not right,” Torbjörn said.

“It’s not,” Einar agreed.

“Supposed to be three of us.”

Their hands touched over the glowing runes, and Torbjörn could almost hear Søren’s exasperated exclamation of, ‘Just say what you mean for once, you guys! By the gods, you’d think words cost gold!’

They finally speak their unspoken pact the day before the final battle: it’s the three of them against everything else. Einar weaves a spell between them, connecting them all, and he drapes over both of them in a fitful sleep, his visions darker than ever. Torbjörn is still a knight at heart, even if he’s been caught up with these strange men for years, and his sleep is watchful. Søren is the only one who sleeps well, content in the knowledge that he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be, who he’s supposed to be.

“He’s beyond this realm,” Einar said slowly, in the same sort of voice with which he issued prophecies or chanted spells—something deep and otherworldly that settled under Torbjörn’s skin. “But I don’t believe he’s beyond our reach.”

The runes flared as if in agreement, as if Søren was watching and he was grinning triumphantly, saying, ‘I knew you guys would figure it out!’

And even if he wasn’t, Torbjörn knew they would find him, would move mountains and challenge the gods themselves if they had to.

They were getting him back.

[cowboyjukebox]

Hello! I’m itching to do a viking trio poly ship rp. As I would like to play Norway I’m looking for both a Sweden roleplayer and a Denmark roleplayer that would be interested in a throuple ship/au. 18+ only, please like or message me if interested!

[digital999placebo]

@popmusik  ill never forget our shoujo girl denmark.. he is so dear 2 me

[fireandspiceland]

how you do feel about the idea of denmark and norway spitroasting sweden?

If I was the one choosing positions it would be norway and sweden spitroasting denmark to make this man shut the fuck up, but your idea also works for me ^^

I wonder whose idea this was in the first place.. did dennor invite sweden? did densu invite norway? are they just homies having fun ro hooking up? do they need to pay rent and start streaming on pornhub? These three are an interesting combination of characters to throw together :D