Yet another pointless trip to IKEA. This was not uncommon at all with Berwald. A new IKEA had opened up nearby, and that was apparently reason for a family trip there. So, after a long argument with Mathias, Berwald was still dragging them there anyway. Emil, of course, did not care. He would listen to music the whole time, which was why he was the first to notice something wrong with this IKEA. Five minutes after they'd walked in the door and Berwald was sensually stroking some random lamp, Emil's music suddenly stopped.

He growled, taking his phone out of his pocket, finding that the signal had disappeared. Frustrated, he walked off to just leave the damn store and listen to his music while Berwald "furniture fucker" Oxenstierna stuck his dick in an IKEA nightstand or something. Except he couldn't find the exit. He ran back to the others, terrified for his life because they hadn't even gone far and they were already lost.

"Guys! I can't find the exit!" Emil shouted.

Berwald turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Why would y' want t' leave?"

"Because this place has no damn signal," he huffed. Berwald grabbed his phone, Emil immediately smacking his hand away. The Icelander had some embarrassing things on his phone, and he generally didn't trust people with his stuff.

Mathias slowly clapped. "Great job, Sverige! Ya got us lost in another IKEA!"

Lukas rolled his eyes and smacked his hand. "No he didn't, my lillebror just has no sense of direction. The exit is right over here." He grabbed Emil's hand, pulling him toward where the door should have been, only to be completely bewildered when he was met with only bookcases. "What? No, I must have taken a wrong turn by the office."

"You really didn't," Emil assured him, but his older brother was having none of it. He'd navigated plenty of IKEAs in his time, always finding a way even after Berwald got them hopelessly lost. Yet, here they were, taking turn after turn, passing by chair after table. At some point, Lukas sighed and swallowed his pride. "I'm lost," he admitted.

"Great, now where is everyone else?!" Emil snapped.

This made Lukas's heart sink. He paused. He had no idea where everyone was. They were completely lost in some sort of hell IKEA. Thoughts raced through his head, how they would starve in here, how they would never find their family again, how he would never be in Mathias's arms again. Wait, no, he did NOT think that last one. He didn't care if he never got to be in Mathias's arms. That would be a good thing if he wasn't, he hated Mathias. Stupid Mathias couldn't get them out of going here, what an idiot. Stupid, idiot Dane that Lukas didn't care about.

"Don't know," he mumbled with a shrug.

"Helpful," Emil replied sarcastically.

"We're bound to find them if we keep looking." With that, Lukas took the teen's hand again. There was suddenly a loud, mechanic, THUNK! and all the lights went out. The two brothers stood together in complete darkness.

"What was-" Emil started, before being cut off with a, "Don't know."

Lukas lead him through the darkness, only tripping over a few things, before feeling around and finding a bed. "It must be closing time or something. We'll get nothing done in the dark, so we should sleep for now."

Emil rolled his eyes, mumbling a, "This is so ridiculous," as he got in bed. Lukas gave no response, getting into bed as well. Soon enough, his arms were wrapped protectively around his brother's small form. Emil hissed, pushing him away and wriggling over to the other side of the bed. "Don't touch me!"

"But I'm your big brother," the Norwegian replied.

"And?! You don't have to protect me, I'm not a child!" Emil argued.

"Come on, let big brother hold you..."

"No! You're being weird!"

"Come on, Emil, you don't have to act all brave, nobody's watching. I know you're still afraid of the dark. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of what could be IN it!"

"More reason for me to protect you," Lukas mumbled, crossing onto Emil's side of the bed and holding his brother close once more. "...And I'm a little scared, too. This makes me feel a little safer. So just let me hold you, okay?"

Emil let out a small noise of embarrassment, struggling a bit before sighing and getting comfortable in Lukas's arms. Sleepiness was taking over fast, and he didn't have the energy to keep fighting, especially when he felt so warm and safe. So, he cuddled up to the Norwegian, slowly closing his tired eyes and softly whispering, "Góða nótt, Lukas."

"God natt, lillebror," came the reply, followed by a yawn. Soon, the two brothers fell asleep, holding each other close, both afraid that they would never wake up.

So, I don't have much to say, but welcome to the fic. I don't know what this is the beginning of, but it's the beginning of... something. It's 1 AM, I should definitely be asleep, but I got the sudden urge to write this and I just had to! I'll try to update regularly, but I don't have the easiest time with that.

But, general stuff aside, my only real author's note is that I don't have the best understanding of sibling relationships since I'm an only child, so if interactions between Norway and Iceland seem weird and get a little too close... that's probably why.

Ah, this is getting to be too long and weirdly personal, sorry. Let's hope I remember to keep up with this, eh?