A/N; This possibly might turn into a DenNor fanfic but I'm not absolutely sure yet~. Also, I'm open for requests. Just pm me with what pairing or character you want and a theme. .3.
So, ja. Here's the really short first chapter~. c:
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The sun blinded Mathias as he stumbled through a Norwegian forest not far from a village, him and his Viking crew had been raiding moments ago, that was until the Norwegian people started fighting back with much force. Him and his crew all ran separate ways, most of them heading back towards the ship, but he on the other hand could not since he had. So, here he was now, lost and unaware of where he was or where he was going.
He staggered into a nearby tree, leaning against it for support until he heard bushed rustling behind him, he didn't even look back to see what had caused the noise. It didn't matter what it was though, his brain was telling him to run and that was exactly what he did. Colours flashed brightly as they passed him, unfazing to the Dane, even with the weight of his favored battle axe weighing him down. His piercing blue eyes shone for a moment as they spotted a fresh water stream ahead, he began running faster towards his new found inspiration until he tripped a few meters away, on a stuck out tree root. His head connected with a rather large stone, knocking him out cold.
Mathias awoke to a pudgy looking child lifting his head, obviously trying to dress his wounds. He quickly sat up, knocking the blonde boy to the ground, causing the boy to let out a small 'oof' as his bottom hit the ground. Mathias looked around the room wildly, taking in his surroundings. He was in a wood cabin it looked like and it was decorated with various stuffed pink rabbits. He looked down; he was in new clothes that were a little too tight for comfort and all his wounds from the Norwegians from the village had been properly dressed. But who could of-? His eyes instantly fell on the younger boy that had already picked himself off the ground and was now dusting himself off. Mathias grinned and shifted slightly to face the boy. "Hey, kid!"
The boy jumped when he heard the man's voice then looked up at him in question. "Ja?"
"Did you do this~?" Mathias questioned, lifting up one of his arms and motioning towards the bandages.
The boy hesitated before he nodded, shrugging a bit in the process. "Ja?"
"Well thanks~. I'm Mathias Køhler. What's your name, kiddo~?" The older man chuckled, lending out his hand out to the boy.
The boy looked at his hand oddly but reached out to shake it anyways. "I'm Lukas Bondevik…"
The Dane grinned. "Do you live here~?"
Lukas nodded and paused a moment, staring off into space. Mathias reached out and waved his hand in front of the others face before craning his neck to look where the boy was staring.
Lukas gave a faint nod before turning back to Mathias, reaching out to pull the blankets off of him and blurting out. "You have to go, Mother and Berwald will be returning soon."
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A/N; Hej, this is my first fanfiction so reviews would be greatly appreciated and will be rewarded with cookies~. ;w;