Summary: There's nothing like midday power naps with coworkers you hate.
"This changes nothing, alright."
"Oh, I know that."
"...If you start rumors about this, I swear: I will end you."
"Of course, dearie."
"...Hey! Are you even listening? Good Lord, you're less responsive than that detestable head Seiji is enthralled by!"
"I'm comfortable and you're warm. Besides, I am the one who watches, Namie." Izaya smiled, cuddling closer.
"So, you finally admit your voyeurism. How lovely." She retorted.
Izaya propped himself on an elbow. "Ah, but the only lovely one here is you, my dear."
Namie huffed but didn't turn away. "The day your empty words earn my affection is the day a demon King and a priest become best friends and raise half-demon/ half-human hybrids as children of God."
"Wouldn't that be a sight to behold?" Izaya yawned and lied back. "Ugh, why must the sun break at ungodly hours." He chuckled quietly. "One can hardly sleep in summer."
"Maybe if you'd get off one of your damn computers and stopped playing on your phone at 3 AM you could actually sleep like a normal human being."
"But normal is a relative term! Besides," he yawned again, "one must constantly evolve if they wish to be extraordinary and remembered."
"Yeah, and perhaps humanity may just love you back in the end." Namie sighed.
Izaya giggled. "Perhaps they will." He blinked slowly and draped an arm over her. "Góða nótt, lítill engill minn."
"Wait, what? What did you-" She felt the info broker lose the battle of consciousness while still holding her close. "Great. The bastard decides that I'm a suitable teddy bear. Wonderful."
Still, it wouldn't hurt to take a quick power nap before getting back to business.
"Whatever. Go-something to you, too." She dragged the dark blanket over them both and let herself enjoy the light pressure and warmth of his embrace.
Author's note: I do not own Durarara! or it's characters. Only this little story is my own. I made it because I found a severe shortage of platonic cuddles in the Durarara! fandom and because I just love how Izaya and Namie hate each other. I also have the headcanon that Izaya probably has really, really bad chronic sleep deprivation due to the amount of time he spends up late at night on the internet. Seriously, kiddos, 8 hours is whatcha need!
And now, language notes: the phrase "góða nótt, lítill engill minn" means "good night, my little angel" in Icelandic.
But anyways, if you have something to say, please comment. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome, because if I don't get told that I messed up somewhere I will keep making the same mistakes over and over again. So please, if you notice that I got a fact wrong or wrote something that makes no sense whatsoever, let me know. Additionally, if you are fluent in Icelandic, feel free to correct me.
Thank you for reading! :)
Best wishes,
- Gray Carolean