A/N: HI. This is my first fanfic in a long time. It's really me trying to get around my Writer's block. I hope this is slightly enjoyable, even in a loose usage of the term.

Mathias chugged at his beer, slamming the empty bottle down onto the desk. He glared at the blank pages sitting in front of him, almost taunting him with the white of the pages. He sort of wanted to set it on fire. Even if Mr. Beilschmidt would be angry and he's kind of a douche bag when he's angry.

"Auuuughhhh," He groaned, leaning back in his chair, bringing his hands up to his face. "I thought this shit was meant to be fun..." He parted his fingers, looking through the cracks, staring at the paper. "Don't mock me!" He shouted at it, sitting up abruptly, stomping his feet onto the ground.

"This sucks. Big time," Mathias muttered, glaring daggers at the abandoned pencil on the desk. "Fuck you."

Mathias heard the phone ring and he stared across the room at it. It was probably Mr. Beilschmidt, calling to yell at him for something. He sighed and sauntered towards the phone, picking it up, holding it a few centimeters from his ear.

"Mathias," He greeted, already flinching because jeez, Mr. Beilschmidt could yell loud.

"Ah, hello," A very different from Mr. Beilschmidt's deep voice came through the phone. This voice was softer, with a weird floaty quality. Mathias looked at the phone with confusion, placing it against his ear. It wasn't a bad different, actually, the voice on the other end was a thousand times better than Mr. Beilschmidt's.

"Eh? Ja? Who are you?" He asked.

"Lukas Olsen," The other voice replied. Mathias blinked, a confused look growing over his face. Who the hell was Lukas Olsen? Mathias looked toward the phone in confusion. And why the fuck was he calling him?

"Uh, sorry but I don't kn-"

"I'm the photographer who has to take your picture for your book," The other guy, Lukas, cut him off. Oh. Right. He had to get that done...

"Uh, when was that again?" Mathias asked, and he heard a sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Today at 2:30pm," the other voice sounded cold and very annoyed. He sounded Norwegian. Really, really Norwegian. Mathias looked at the clock. It was 3pm. Oh.

Mathias laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, you see, I was working on my book! That's why I was la-"

"Are you going to be showing up to the studio today or are we going to have to re-schedule for another day? Troublesome idiot." Mathias felt a pang of offense. Obviously this guy had no manners, calling him up and then calling him an idiot. "Hey, I'm not an idio-!"

"I'm expecting you today at 5pm now. If you don't show up, your publisher is going to be angry and bother me. The address is 39 Wildersgade." Lukas hung up, the sound of the phone clicking rang in Mathias' ear.

Mathias groaned, throwing the phone onto the couch in the corner of the room. Fuck, now he had to somehow make himself look suitable for the public... Which he did not want to do. What he wanted to do was get over with the storyboard and to drink beer and sleep. But, no, this Lukas fellow has to call and interrupt all his plans. Mathias looked at the storyboard's pages, as blank as they had ever been, and felt a bit sheepish. It wasn't like he was getting anywhere with the story anyway.

Mathias wandered into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess. Not that it wasn't always, but now it was a mess that didn't look, well, nice. A beard was starting to form on his face, making him look relatively homeless. Not to mention his outfit. Mathias frowned and looked down at himself. He was wearing sweat pants, which he hadn't changed in a few days, and a baggy oversized wife beater. Mathias pondered for a moment how upset the Olsen guy would be if he just went as he was. Probably furious. Mathias grinned to himself. It seemed like a funny idea. But then he would have to deal with Mr. Beilschmidt...

X

"You're Mathias Oxenstierna?" A blonde, with a pretty face, that was being contorted into a small frown, Mathias had to add, asked him. Maybe Mathias could ask him for his number when they were done with their appointment. He hadn't been on a date with someone since Abel, which, had turned out badly... Well. If Lukas was gay. Mathias frowned, biting the inside of his cheek. He really hoped this guy was gay. Or... curious?

He looked at Mathias with a vague look of disbelief. "Award winning comic book author?"

Mathias blinked at him, confused. Obviously it was him! Why would he be there if he wasn't? "Uh, ja! You're Lukas Olsen, right? The photographer guy?" Lukas gave a nod.

"You look awfully stupid for an author," Lukas commented, picking up the camera from the front desk next to him. Mathias' jaw fell slack, the smile loosened at the edges. This guy seemed like a royal prick, more so than his little brother.

"Uh, well, I am an author so!" Mathias decided to just grin and brush off the comment. Lukas looked up from his camera, looking at Mathias' face intently. Mathias could feel his face heat up from the stare of the shorter man. Lukas' head tilted slightly and Mathias almost copied the movement.

Lukas looked away, going back to looking down at his camera, fiddling with the buttons on the top. Mathias gave a bit of a laugh. This guy was a jerk. A cute jerk. But still. A jerk.

"So, uh, what about that photo thing?" Mathias asked and Lukas gave a small nod. Lukas looked up again, holding the camera in both hands near his chest.

"The studio is this way," Lukas said, walking to the left of the building. Mathias followed, looking around at the framed photos of gorgeous looking people. He couldn't help but smile at the images, for some reason, the talent in the photos were awing to him. He looked at the shorter man, noticing a curly fly away hair. Mathias' grin grew wider as he watched him, his eyes flickering down to get a nice take of his ass. Even if this guy was a jerk, he was able to look damn good while doing it. The photographer himself was dainty, almost pretty enough that if Mathias didn't know his name was Lukas he'd automatically assume he was a girl.

Lukas opened a wide door, leading Mathias into a room with a long stretch of black fabric which seemed to climb up the wall. A simple bench was perched against the wall. Lukas guided Mathias to the bench, looking at him with an odd look. Mathias tilted his head slightly.

"Everything all right?" He asked. Lukas simply nodded before looking over at a woman with curly blonde hair. "I think we're going to need a wardrobe change." Lukas told the woman who gave him a curt nod, walking towards Mathias, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor.

"Eh? Why?" Mathias almost pouted. He thought he looked pretty damn good for throwing on this outfit five minutes before he was meant to arrive. A suit, but not too fancy of a suit. That was nice, right?

Lukas gave him that weird look again. "I think that a more casual look would be better for you... You're a comic book author, not an New York Times best seller." Mathias pouted slightly, looking down at his suit, brushing the lapels. So what if he wasn't a big, showy author? He made really awesome comic books! That people loved! That's all that mattered, right?

The woman smiled at him and Mathias grinned back at her. She seemed nice, actually! "Did you bring any extra clothes, sir?" She asked sweetly.

"Uhh, no. I didn't know I would need any," Mathias awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He heard Lukas sigh and he furrowed his eyebrows, looking towards him.

"What?" Lukas gave him a sharp glare, "Alice, maybe just have him take the jacket off." Mathias wanted to flinch at the obviously annoyed tone in his voice as the woman, Alice, nodded.

"Can I have your jacket, sir?" She asked, holding her hands out to him. Mathias nodded, slipping the jacket off his shoulders and handing it to her. She took it and walked off the black fabric, setting the jacket onto a coat hanger near the door.

"Jeez, do I look okay now, Lukas?" Mathias pouted at Lukas, who looked back at him. His eyes flickered over him and Mathias once again felt his face heating up due to the intensity of his stare.

"I guess you aren't going to get any better."

Mathias grinned. Ha! He was ready to get these stupid photos over with.

"Sit," Lukas demanded at Mathias wanted to remain standing but he moved to sit on top of the bench. Alice smiled and Mathias smiled back at her. "Thank you, Alice," Lukas said, nodding his head at her. So the guy could be nice. Alice walked off the black carpet, opening the door that they entered and shut it after her.

Crap, Mathias thought, now he was alone with Mr. Hot N' Cold. Come baaack, cute Alice girl, come back!

"Mathias. Can you stop making that face? I need you to actually look presentable. Photoshop can only do so much," He heard Lukas' voice cut through his thoughts and he looked at him, a pout still on his face.

"Uh, yeah!" He chirped out, grinning at him.

Lukas moved to hold the camera up, looking through it with one eye. Mathias let him snap a photo of him, feeling a bit awkward. He didn't mind photos, but Lukas wasn't that comforting of a guy. Lukas pulled the camera away from his face, finger still resting on the shutter release.

"Could you relax a bit? Maybe loosen up your tie," Lukas murmured, moving a little closer to him. Mathias did as Lukas instructed, looking at the camera. "Just smile, but look natural." Mathias nodded and grinned. Lukas seemed to be loosening up a bit, maybe it was because he was behind a camera, which, obviously, he was good at.

Lukas snapped another picture of him, moving to change the angle. "Don't grin so much. Just a smile would work," Lukas murmured again and Mathias smiled. Lukas took another photo. "I think a couple more photos and we'll be set."

Mathias looked at Lukas' face, noticing that the small frown that seemed to be his default facial expression loosened up. He looked a lot better when he was relaxed, which was astounding. He was already gorgeous with that frown on his face.

"Spread your legs and lean forward." Mathias blinked, being drawn out of his thoughts by that. What? Those sounded like instructions for a porn, not a head-shot photo shoot... Lukas watched him, expectantly and impatiently.

"Eh?" He asked, and Lukas brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose out of annoyance.

"Spread your feet out," Lukas instructed, giving Mathias that glare he was growing used to seeing today, "Then lean forward," Mathias followed the instructions, resting his elbows on his thighs, still confused.

"Uh, like that?" Mathias asked, looking up at him. The photographer nodded, the camera going back up to his face. Mathias smiled again towards the camera. Lukas' finger flipped over the shutter release and he snapped another picture of him. He put the camera down again.

"I think that has to be the last one," Lukas said, glancing towards the clock. "I have another appointment in a few minutes. Of course, if you were on time, you'd be able to choose from more pictures." Mathias grinned.

"You're just lucky I even came here at all! I mean, the comic's been kicking my ass for a while now..."

Lukas quirked an eyebrow, blatantly ignoring him as he turned from him, walking off the black carpet. Mathias frowned, standing up and laughing, out of self conscious nerves. Just because this guy was good looking didn't mean that he had to get nervous. Mathias Oxenstierna simply did not get nervous! Maybe it was because Valhalla kept him kept up in his house so often, he'd forgotten what it was like to actually see someone that was an angry German.

"Uh, hey! Lukas, I was wondering-"

"No."

"But you don't even know that I'm going to ask!" Mathias pouted. Lukas turned on his heel, staring up at the taller blonde.

"Whatever it is, no. Now, the photos will be ready for your choosing in a week. Alice has your coat in the front room," Lukas spoke, turning his back on Mathias again. Mathias grimaced, a large frown set on his face as he followed Lukas out of the room.

"Well, uh, thanks for the pictures!" Mathias chirped out, smiling widely at Lukas. Lukas looked at him, setting the camera down onto the front desk.

"Ja," He replied simply and Mathias grinned, chuckling.

"You're such a shy guy! You have no reason to be shy towards me!" He grinned, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Lukas' eyes narrowed, a look of pure annoyance on his face.

"I'm not... shy. I simply don't like you." Mathias could have sworn there was daggers coming out of this guy's mouth because, ouch, that hurt!

"You hardly know me!" Mathias whined, an over dramatic pout forming on his bottom lip. "You can't say you don't like someone you've just met!"

"Just did."

"Well, you shouldn't!"

Lukas' glare never left his face and he stared at Mathias' face for a few seconds before looking down at the camera. Mathias blinked in confusion as he looked away, down at the camera. Did he insult him? Mathias opened his mouth to apologize but the others softer voice sounded first.

"Right. I'm sorry. Come back in a week, 8am."