Tumblr prompt: (ladyaxis) "SuNor, possibly them speaking about Prince Olav and Princess Martha's marriage and their well wishes for them."
Olav and Märtha
"I have been occasioned to think as of late," Lukas begins, his back on the headboard, Berwald's arm slung low around his waist as the Swede rests his head on the pillow, "that perhaps you had contrived to have them married all along."
His companion quirks an eyebrow. "Is that so? And why would I have done that?"
"To come see me of course," and the Norwegian leans forward to kiss his former lover sweetly. Twenty-four years since he's been allowed this sort of freedom with Berwald, since he's allowed himself to feel this way.
The Swede rolls onto his back as Lukas settles in under the sheets beside him. "I hope they are happy," he finally says, Swedish accent on Norwegian words. "I have always liked Märtha; she is very beautiful."
"I have noticed," Lukas agrees. "And so has Olav." Berwald chuckles.
"And they are in love," the man sighs romantically. "This is good yes?"
"Yes. Now we have a Swedish princess," the smaller nation teases, "for our Norwegian kingdom."
"A free Norwegian kingdom," Berwald corrects, rolling onto his side. Lukas mirrors him, arms pulling him to the larger chest. "I am proud to finally call you once more my equal Lukas."
"And I am proud to call you mine." Lips crash together.