@fiirenice cont. x.
Norway hated being lied to. It was one of those things that were unavoidable - everyone lies including him, but he especially disliked it when it was coming from the person most precious to him. His beloved brother. Sigurd could tell the lie the moment it fell from his brother’s lips, making him frown slightly.
He lifts his head to touch his brother’s cheek, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone, the dark blue eyes settled on Emil’s. He is quiet for a few long moments, trying to asses the damage just from here. He could see it in his eyes that something was bother him, but what was it? A physical ailment? Did he get in a fight? Did Sigurd do something?
“Emil.”
His voice is calm as he withdraws his hand, his face slowly relaxing to merely watch his brother, as if he was still the same little boy who would just spill everything and additional things the moment Sigurd gave him the look.
“You know you can tell me.”