The Fire starter's Woe
Poor Loki, he just wanted to play with his fire in the morning! This is just a simple one shot I wrote because the 2p Nordics need more love!
Loki- 2p Norway
Thurston- 2p Finland
Markel- 2p Denmark
Egil- 2p Iceland
Bernard- 2p Sweden
Loki looked around eagerly, it was morning! That meant no one would be awake to stop him from having his early morning fun! He bounced out of bed and changed into his clothes before he ran outside where he kept his blowtorch. "Hey, where'd you go?" Loki asked as he dug around the shed he kept his blowtorch in.
"Torchy? Are you hiding? Torchy?" Loki called out. He looked again and found a note lying on the floor before him.
Loki. I know you're reading this. We hid your damn blowtorch now give up already. Said the note in Thurston's angry scribbled handwriting. Loki looked down.
"Okay. I guess I'll go play with my lighter then." He said sadly and went back into the house and up into his room to retrieve his lighter, only to find another note.
Loki. I took your lighter since mine is empty. Not that you really need a lighter anyway. This time it was in Markel's handwriting. Loki frowned, well he still had his matches he could play with! He dug in his nightstand and let out a cry instead of matches, there was another note!
Big brother, I hope you don't mind, but I am borrowing you're matches for my incense. Please don't be upset! Sorry! And now it was Egil's writing. Loki walked out of his room and sighed dramatically at Bernard before a thought hit him, the fireplace! He could have Bernard light a fire there and then he would have all the fire he wanted!
"Berny-bear! Hey! Light the fireplace!" Loki demanded grabbing Bernard's hand and pulling him to the fireplace eagerly, finally he was going to see his fire!
"I can't Loki." Bernard said sadly. Loki's happiness dropped.
"What? What do you mean you can't? Why not?!" Loki asked.
Easy. Markel put a child-lock on the fireplace door to stop you from using it and I can't get into it either!" Bernard explained, pointing to the fireplace with a frown. Loki felt like crying, or throwing a tantrum, or screaming. He couldn't even fathom which emotion to use! He let out a loud scream before he stomped upstairs to Markel's room.
"Markey! I need fire! I feel so cold and empty without it! Markey!" Loki cried drooping onto Markel. Thurston, who's room was right across from Markel's room heard Loki's whines and stomped out of his room with a shotgun in hand.
"Loki. If you don't shut up. I will shoot you, got it!" Thurston threatened as he stood at the doorway, his murderous glare and gun pointed at Loki.
"B-but..." Loki just wanted some fire, why was his family so mean? Markel sighed, taking pity on the little pyro before he lit a cigarette, tossing the lighter at the dark haired Nordic.
"You can play with that until I'm done with work. Now go away." Loki grinned and hugged Markel, this was why he loved him so much he decided.
Thurston rolled his eyes and walked back into his room while Loki bounced around the house with the lighter. He had his fire now, so nothing else mattered to him.
So this is just a short little story on the 2p Nordics! I'm taking requests right now currently for any new 2p Nordic story, or any Hetalia story really so yeah!