Sweden-Norway 1814-1905
The papers where signed. Denmark officially giving Norway away to Sweden. And because off the months fought between Sweden and Norway, Sweden had agree to knowledge the constitution off Norway, as long as a few changes was made. And Norway had to admit defeat. Or he knew he would eventually lose everything. But the point off it had been to get the constitution recognized, he never planned on winning by muscle. That wasn't his game.
There were personification from the countries that fought in the Napoleon war there. Not as many as it had been the first time around, before he rebelled. But for Norway it was one countries presence that almost suffocated him. Though he didn't show it.
Denmark.
The one he had offered so much for, but couldn't do enough for at the same time. If he had been the same warrior as he was years ago, everything would have been different. But he wasn't. Time had changed him. It had changed them. But one time in the future he knew he would have to talk this over with his old lover. But not while they were both loosing their minds.
He refused to look at Denmark's direction, he was after all been traded away as an object… or a war relic. By the very same man who had promised him love. The same person he had shot someone else he loved, in desperation and fear of losing the Dane for good.
No, Norway's mask stayed on, always indifferent, and eyes gone dull. Though on the inside he was utterly broken and shattered. He wasn't capable off recognizing himself anymore. He couldn't even find fragments off who he was. He knew the facts though. Norway. He was the persification off the king- no, He was just the reflection off a personification of a place. Christian name… Lukas Bondevik, for now, former Lukas Køhler and tomorrow it would again change back to Lukas Oxenstjerna. Even his name was foreign to him, why was even Lukas chosen? Lukas.. his christian name. He remembered that time, a time of promises and a brighter future. Maybe it'll be better now. Part of him disliked his christian name. Part of him loved it.
The Swede, no, the Swedish nation besides him told him it was time to leave. Norway gave a small nod to indicate he heard his soon to be husband. Though he lingered before he went to the carriage.
Sweden had made attempts to converse on the way, simple talk, but was ignored as much as possible by Norway.
Tomorrow he had assumed and decided would be the last time he sees Denmark. The ceremony required the Dane to give him away and neither before or after that they wouldn't be allowed to see each-other. Norway didn't even know if he even wanted to see Denmark at all.
He noticed Sweden's jaw clench, a sign off irritation. He knew Sweden would soon grow tired off his mood as he shifted his gaze out of the window. He didn't care, he had no intention to be nice.
As they arrived the house he would be living in from now on, Norway got out and retired to his own chambers and left the food brought to him untouched.
Early in the morning he was woken and dragged out of bed and to the washroom. He was scrubbed in hot water until his skin was pink, they had to make sure he smelled good enough. His hair got cut and the suit was put on and adjusted to fit him perfectly. And he hadn't seen Sweden since the other day. He wonder if that was on purpose or not. It probably was.
Oh well, he didn't have time to think about it, it was time to meet the Dane so they could get it over with.
Norway walked into the churck and saw him. Denmark. Beautiful. He was breathtaking, making Norway pause in admiration. He forgot about why he was there and his mind wandered back to memories of old time, of his very first marriage to the tall relentless country.
Denmark looked at him, and Norway was brought back to reality. And the hash truth that, his husband had given him away to Sweden to settle his loosing score. The gaze Denmark had now, was nothing but cold and piercing. He hated it. He wonder when the last time that nation had watched him with love in his eyes.
He hadn't thought it would be so difficult to see him again, the Dane. His Dane.
Norway bitt his lip and shook his head slightly, no not his. Not anymore, if he even ever had been. He knew well that he had been more the Danes, than the Dane had been his.
He was still beautiful standing there. Cold, distant and with an aura which stopped Norway to say anything he had wanted to. He kept his mouth in a thin line and his gaze leveled as he walked over to Denmark. Norway kept his proud stance, stubbornly like he always had. They could do whatever they wanted to him, but he would still stand proud. The only thing they could change about it, was making him lower his gaze. Which he only ever did, if he felt guilty or shameful.
And for some reason, He did.
At this moment he felt regret, shame and guilt.
But why.
Norway took Denmarks hand and walked down the ail with him. Stopping in front off Sweden.
Sweden smiled, directed towards Norway. Norway glaced at Denmark, he knew the Dane would normally get jealous easily.
Nothing. Nothing changed. Perhaps a slight clench of his jaw, but that might be his imagination.
fuck you.
"Norway, Denmark and Sweden. Today we stand here to truly end one union, and therefore create a new one. Denmark. As the head and master of your union, you will give Sweden, Norway as promised. You will not fight this, or start any troubles over this agreement as Norway has lawfully become ours agreed by yourself.. and newly Norway himself has turned himself over. Do you give Norway freely over to Sweden, where he will be taken care of, or do you protest?"
Denmark took Norways hand slowly, brushed his fingers over his palm as he did so, and made it linger for a second. Norway felt his heart beat heavily for those very very short moments. Denmark led Norways hand to Swedens and let go. The Danish hand replaced by Swedish. And the Swede tangled his fingers with Norway.
Norway stepped over to Sweden. He glaced at Denmark, curious.
"Do you recognise that Norway now belongs to Sweden, and to you swear to keep your peace?"
Denmark nodded deeply and pierced his eyes at the priest. "I do." He replied coldly.
After that the attention was drawn away from Denmark and directed towards Sweden and Norway. Making Norway swear to be loyal and respect Swedens authority. He did. And the deal was sealed with a kiss between him and Sweden.
Denmark walked out during it, as it now was over, and he left.
The night came soon, they where in Swedens chambers. He and the last of the guests. It was time.
Sweden just stood there, and slowly everyone else in the room walked out. A moment passed, a moment off anticipation, knowing what would come. A moment the air froze and he could swear he felt a shiver run down his spine.
And finally; Sweden moved towards him. The Swede walked slowly, in no rush for what he was about to do. And Norway wonder if Sweden did it because he didn't actually want to lay hands on him. Or if it was because Sweden knew it would be a long ordeal.
Sweden reached out, but Norway turned away. Sweden grabbed him and was pushed away. It went on like that for a while, before Norway was slammed harshly against the wall, with his hands being pinned above his head.
Sweden's fingers found it ways to Norway's chin and pressed roughly to his skin.
"Stop this. Showing up in muddy ripped up clothes and you have yet to eat" Norway frowned by Sweden's words. Because they meant more. He was saying he understood but would have none off it. He was telling Norway he remember well that he doesn't have to be kind. Because though Sweden's choice of words was harsh, his tone was soft.
"And perhaps I will not" He replied in turn, telling Sweden that the Swede knew well this wasn't his choice and that he wasn't looking for sympathy.
Norway's heart beat faster as Sweden's hand disappeared from his chin and ripped his shirt open. Norway tried to pull out of Sweden's grip, but it was useless. Norway moaned softly in surprise as Sweden pinched his nipple
"But you will" Sweden said as he dipped his head down and nibbled Norway's neck. With that not only saying Norway wouldn't have a choice, but that he would come around. Because Sweden knew. Sweden knew Norway still loved him.
"Bastard" Norway replied and tired his best not to moan as the Swede paid special attention to his soft spots. He did love Sweden, but he had tried for centuries to forget him and stop caring. In his head it was wrong. Very wrong to love Sweden.
Norway was picked up and carried to the bed, where he felt hands work on his body and his clothes removed. Norway bit his lip as he felt Sweden's tongue lick his ear "Before this is over, you'll be screaming my name" The husky voice sent shivers down Norway's spine.
"Convince me." He replied and reached on hand back behind him and pulled Sweden's hair.
Norway only heard a grunt before he was flipped around, hands pinned above his head and teeth biting his nipple. The suddenness and roughness made him moan out. He rolled his head back and let soft moans and whimpers escape his throat. As Swedish lips worked on his skin, nibbling, licking, biting and kissing. Leaving marks on its way and Norway's skin pink and irritated wherever it had been. Two fingers pushed inside off him and Norway moaned out again. It had been a long time since the last time, surprisingly enough Denmark… yeah Denmark hadn't touched him since before the napoleon war. Not even before he went to the meeting in Kiel. Norway should have realized it then. That the Dane had lost his interest in him for good.
Norway winched as his hair was pulled harshly, and grabbed the said hand with his own hands. He moaned a bit in pain as his neck was bit harshly "focus on me as I fuck you" Sweden's voice came ringing in his ears. The fingers moved inside off him, stretching and preparing for something much larger. Norway moaned and arched his back, it was a bit painful since it had been so long.
A third finger was quickly added and pumped Norway. Norway lent up and bitt Sweden's neck, muffling a moan as he did so. His hair was fisted and hips lifted, as Sweden pulled his fingers out and pushed inside off Norway. Norway moaned out and dug his nails into Sweden's back. Sweden slammed slowly inside off Norway, making the Norwegian moan in pain and pleasure. Each time harder, and each time it got better. Pain slowly faded as pleasure filled Norway's senses, thrusting harder and faster. But Sweden's firm grip on his hips forced Norway to follow the slow phase. Norway ached his head back, he had almost forgot how good slow sex could be. Sweden thrusting hard into him and filling him up, forcing him to feel every part off it.
Soon Norway nibbled and kissed Sweden's skin and teased the Swedes nipples. He bitt one off them and earned a hard slap on his ass in return. He moaned out and got another, and another. Norway moaned and arched his back so their bodies pressed against each-other
Sweden fucked him until he screamed in pleasure, using teeth and nails. And when Sweden finally laid down next to him, indicating it was the last round, Norway snuggled a bit to him with his last strength. Sending the message that he had indeed missed the Swede.
Norway barely noticed arms wrapping around him as he fell asleep.