Clinking, tapping and footsteps were all that could be hear downstairs. This is subtracting both the racing heart beats and heavy breathing of the boys. Lukas was crouching uncomfortably in the small closet, holding his younger brother close to his chest. Whenever a sudden booming noise could be heard, soft hands would cover Emil's small ears, all the while a new kiss being planted on his cold forehead. Lukas was unable to leave his brother to protect him, for he knew how sneaky the soldiers were, and that they'd have a plan if such events were to occur. Even with his magical qualities, he was no match against how many of them their were. Of course, their were going to be loads of them, their always were. Emil let out another whine, Lukas had stopped counting. Praying didn't do anything for them, since his and his brother's parents were taken from them by the soldiers quite a few years back.
A loud bang at the old closet door made both brothers jump, Lukas being the first to stand from his crouching position. He never thought this would be the day. Aware of how the soldiers were getting smarter, and larger in number. But still, the thought that the day him and his brother would be separated would be so soon. With a deep gulp, he glanced down to his little brother, tears staining his pale cheeks. " I will come for you." Was all he could bare to whisper, before placing a shaking hand on the handle of the closet key lock. It was unbearable, the short space of time retrieving the copper key from his pocket. A kiss to his brother's cheek, and the door began opening with a creak.
"Stop it, Emil! I'm g-going to get dizzy!" The younger male yelled, as his brother spun him in the air with ease, chuckling. Dizziness soon took over the Norwegian himself, and they both soon tumbled to the soft grass.
"You're an idiot." Emil huffs, crossing his arms as he stares up into the blue sky above.
"Well, maybe." the other replies, looking at his brother with a ghost of a smile.
"Lukas, Father takes far too long at the market.." Emil mumbles, rolling over onto his stomach. At a young age of five years old, he held great intelligence. Both of his parents have agreed it was from his brother.
"Ah, but he has a lot to get, brother. Also, won't you call me big brother?" Lukas smirks, resting his chin on one of his hands, the other fixing the clasp in his hair.
"Oh, I will. When you admit you love that boy who always says Hello to you at the seaside! Come ooonnn, you even kept that silly hair clip he gave you!" Emil let out a squeal, as his brother pinched his cheeks, face still showing no clear signs of anger.
"I don't love him. If anything is silly, it's the way you're acting right now." Releasing a bored sigh, the white haired boy went rolling down the hill to their home, shortly followed by the blonde. He was aware that Emil would just run in to mother, who would be preparing to cook them all dinner. Yet again, another smile could be felt gracing his lips, but he shook it off. It had started raining a few moments after they had went inside, thankfully. A slight pity for his father, but he would dry off of course.