"Ice Cold" - why-so-norgay
Title: Ice Cold
Recipient:Skye, a.k.a. why-so-norgay
Warnings: OOC-ness (I'm so sorry, but I bet it is)
Word Count: 1,311
Rating: T
Summary: Denmark's an idiot. Everyone knows that. But he's an idiot for Norway; if only Norway knew.
Note: Hi dearie~ I'm so sorry about this fic, you may not like it. Even if you don't, I do hope you enjoy your Valentine's day! And seeing as you're the creator, a big warm hug from me to you for doing this!
Norway sat up in bed at the Nordic’s house, the sun shining in through his window to light up the large, leather-bound book he held in his hands. He’d first heard of this mystic book through an old Norwegian library, and ever since then he’d been searching for it. It had taken him ages to dig this one up; he hoped it was worth the effort. Slowly and oh so very carefully, Norway opened the ancient book, a cloud of dust escaping the pages. The Norwegian coughed as he waved away the dust, but his eyes lit up with excitement when they met the words on the paper. It didn’t take long before he was lost in the book.
And it didn’t take long before he was interrupted.
“NORWAAAAAY!” The door to Norway’s room was shoved open forcefully, and Norway felt a vein throb when he heard the sound of his lock break with a ‘Ping!” Still, he continued to read, doing his best to ignore the obnoxious Dane. Besides, the Norwegian was sure he knew what this was about anyway.
“Another date. He really won’t give up, will he? This is going to be the 15th time this week. Ah, today is Valentine’s Day.” He thought to himself, letting out at an audible sigh, waiting for the Dane to ask the inevitable question. When there was nothing but silence, Norway’s patience wore off and he returned to his book, ignoring Denmark completely.
Norway was once again entranced by his reading, and once again, he was interrupted. Since the Norwegian had decided to ignore the Dane, said Dane had snuck up and snatched the book out of said Norwegian’s hands.
“Norge, are you even listening?” He said, putting as he dangled the book just out of Norway’s reach. What was a blank stare instantly turned into a scowl, and Norway responded by landing a good punch to Denmark’s chest, literally taking his breath away. Denmark lay on the ground, unmoving, and Norway gladly picked up his book and returned to his reading. To his dismay, Denmark popped back up like an over-excited Whack-A-Mole, a bright grin stretching across his face.
“Ok, so you’re gonna read. But you have to be downstairs in 10 minutes!” Denmark declared, seemingly oblivious to the death glare burning a hole in his face. There was a moment of silence as Denmark stared at Norway expectantly and Norway continued reading, until eventually Denmark left the room.
“Why would he need to bring me downstairs? The idiot could have just asked right here. Not like I would say yes, but it saves time.” Norway sighed, closing his book and placing it on the bedside table. “I’ve been wanting to test a new spell anyway. It would be a bother to mess up my room if it went wrong.” Norway justified to himself as he stood up and walked downstairs.
He walked slowly, making good use of the ten minutes the Dane had given him, but was met with a surprise when he turned the corner into the living room. Denmark was with Finland and Sweden, chatting up a storm, and letting out an obnoxious laugh here and there. This was a surprise; if Denmark was planning to ask him out to a Valentine’s date, why would he bring in Finland and Sweden? Norway began to get uncomfortable; he was usually right when it came to Denmark. But even through the surprise of the moment, Norway kept on his usual stoic face, crossing his arms over his chart as he waited for the Dane to notice his appearance and explain why they’d all been called together. Of course, Denmark didn’t notice, in fact, he didn’t even stop talking. It took a somewhat loud cough from Norway to pull his attention away.
“Oi, Norge! You’re really late! Anyway, I was explaining my Valentine’s day idea to Sve and Finland, and they said okay! So you’re coming too, right?” Finland and Sweden both turned around to greet Norway, Sweden giving a small nod while Finland waved and laughed.
“Coming where? You’ve told me nothing.” Norway stated, his stare fixated at Denmark’s face. If it weren’t for the presence of Sweden and Finland, Norway would have gladly tested out multiple spells on the idiot. Alas, he didn’t want to risk harming innocent bystanders.
“Ice skating! C’mon it’s Valentine’s Day, ice skating is awesome!” Denmark exclaimed, blinking rapidly, as if he was flabbergasted as to why Norway didn’t already know they were going ice skating.
.:StillFanFlailing:.
Naturally, Norway skated like an Olympic champion. After all, when Iceland was young, ice skating used to be one of his favorite activities, and it was up to big brother to teach him how. Norway skated gracefully over the ice, giving those around him the illusion he was flying. Denmark, on the other hand…
“Oof!” Denmark fell flat onto his butt again, due to his inability to stop before slamming into a wall. If anyone was counting, it was his…32nd fall? The point is, he fell. A lot. Still on the ice, Denmark rubbed his sore behind. “I LIED! ICE SKATING IS SO NOT COOL!” He yelled out in rage. It was at this moment he caught sight of Norway gliding around effortlessly, and his jaw dropped. Scrambling back onto his feet, he began to clumsily skate after Norway.
“Norge! NORGE!” Denmark called out, his voice echoing in the large rink. The poor man started to stumble, thus causing him panic, and then accelerate.
Norway never saw him coming.
Fortunately, the area surrounding Norway was clear and no one else was dragged into the crash. Unfortunately, it was a rather painful crash. Denmark couldn’t stop, and the momentum he had gathered running-skating towards Norway wouldn’t let him slow down. So the entire force of a speeding Denmark was thrust upon an unsuspecting Norway, and they both slammed into a nearby wall, tangled up in each other’s limbs.
“Owww…” Denmark moaned, the soreness now spreading all over his body.
Norway didn’t make a sound, but quickly untangled himself from Denmark, leaving him in a crumpled heap on the ice.
“I’m leaving.” Norway declared, his tone dark and serious. He turned around to skate away, but Denmark grabbed onto his pants leg.
“Wait you can’t go! Fin and Sve worked hard to get this together and-“ Denmark pleaded, but Norway quickly cut him off.
“What?” Norway’s trademark glare returned from the depths of hell, more hateful than ever. This time, Denmark actually felt his face begin to heat up, or wait, maybe that was his blush. Denmark’s face was now similar to a tomato, in terms of redness.
“Norge, it’s Valentine’s Day! I can’t not go out with you today!” Denmark exclaimed, before looking down with shame. “..A-and I knew you were just going to reject me, so I asked for help. Fin and Sve were nice enough to help me plan this out, just so we could be together…”
Norway glanced around the rink; Denmark wasn’t lying, Sweden and Finland were nowhere to be seen.
“I…I just wanted today to be perfect…” Denmark’s voice was quiet, but Norway could hear him just fine, even in the noisy rink. But Denmark was heartbroken as he felt Norway tug his leg away, leaving Denmark alone. The saddened Dane didn’t even have the heart to look up and watch Norway leave. It seemed like an eternity until Denmark regained his pride, and got back on his feet. Norway wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Denmark trudged over to the rink’s exit, ready to go home and sob into his pillow. As he walked out, he tripped once again. This time, he didn’t even bother yelping or stopping his fall, but someone else did. Slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and Denmark froze in shock.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too….”
Written by stillfanflailing! Happy Valentine's Day, and I haven't read it yet but kdajldasdk;aj I really want to!!! I will give a proper reply later <3
