Matthias sat alone.

The bench where he was situated felt as if it could be an iceberg, so cold it was making his rear end numb. He sighed into the large scarf around his neck clutching the starbucks lifeline tighter trying to coax some warmth out of the drink before it was gone and he was left with only the bench for sad comfort.

The Dane didn't know why he was here, why he was wasting his days of freedom at a train stop when he could be out with his friends, partying, drinking and a million other things. Why was he here? Clutching a lukewarm coffee staring out among the swarming wasps of people in the station? People with places to go people to see...

He sighed again, burying himself deeper into the confines of his scarf, praying for the days of hardship to be over. Sadly money never grew on trees even in cities as beautiful as this, cold ran deep at it's core.

"Is this seat taken?"

Matthias looked up. His breath caught, eyes widened. He could only stare in numb, strangely elated, shock at the figure in front of him.

An angel He thought in awe ... Is that an angel?

The angel was short, hair cut to his chin, hanging down in iron straight strands that just touched his face like the soft features were a picture to be framed. He stood straight and clean, eyes ice blue and strangely emotionless. They looked down on the Dane with an unreadable, but far from judgemental expression. He wore a worn leather jacket that almost seemed an extension of his own body and red nike high tops

He's got to be an angel...

Matthias snapped out of his awed daze long enough to choke out a reply.

"U-uh... No!... No ones... Uh... Sitting here."

He cringed, that sounding idiotic even to him. The stranger seemed to agree as he raised a thin blonde eyebrow, but sat down anyway his eyes leaving the Dane to follow the erratic tracks of the people milling around the station. Matthias watched his eyes in silence, his stunned brain leaving no room for thought other than one word.

TALK!

"So... Uh... Do you come here often?" Matthias almost smacked himself, it was a trainstation for godsake! What kind of stupid ass question-

"Yeah I do..." Matthias looked up surprised, the angel's voice was dull but it felt like music to his ears. "I can't say I enjoy it though..."

Matthias shrugged pushing through his shock a little high at his small victory of hearing the angel's voice once more "Really? Who wouldn't love big crowds, the smell of engine grease and loud whisles every five seconds?"

The angel's lips quirked a little and Matthias almost fainted, it was not quite a smile but it was victory enough "Shocking, I know, but I can't see myself being in Bergen for very long."

Matthias nodded "Where are you headed? Out of the country?"

The angel shook his head, his brows creasing in worry. Matthias felt his stomach drop, had he said something wrong. The angel turned towards the swarm once more, his eyes returning to their emotionless ice.

"No, I'm going to Oslo to visit some relatives." He said simply, he turned to the Dane, the intensity of his gaze causing goosebumps to bubble up to his skin "What about you? Going anywhere special?"

Matthias shook his head, disappointed as the angel turned away. "Just going home, I work part time at a flower shop downtown. For some spare cash, ya know?"

The angel nodded his understanding and Matthias felt that he did understand more than that, he felt like he knew just as much about hardship as the Dane himself.

The angel opened his mouth to reply when the sound of an intercom cut through the steamy, billowing air of the station.

"Transit 122 Now boarding, all passengers please make their way to platform three. Transit 122 now boarding, all passengers make their way to platform three. Thank you."

Matthias felt his stomach drop as the angel pulled out his ticket and checked it with a furrowed brow. He stood, Matthias had to resist the urge to jump up with him. Holding onto the side of the bench to keep himself from dragging the beautiful boy back down.

"That's my train." The angel told him, hoisting a backpack over his shoulder.

"Oh... Well... It was nice talking to you..." Don't go. Don't go!

"You too..." Stay, please stay!

Matthias watched the angel as he disappeared into the crowd, swarming with the wasps of people that bred around the cold platforms of the train station. He watched the place where the beautiful angel had disappeared for who knows how long, missing his train by a long shot. Knowing he wouldn't have the strength to get up even if he tried to.

Finally the day faded into night and the wasps all dissipated to their nests, alone and confused the Dane sat on the tundra of a bench and a half empty frozen cup of coffee he didn't feel the need to drink anyway. With a low, defeated sigh he stared down at his useless ticket I didn't even get his name... He thought his devastation shining through even in his own thoughts.

All at once he stopped, eyes wide, butt leaving the horrible contact of the bench he sprung away from his hours long perch towards the almost abandoned ticket booth, a teenage girl looking bored leaning on the dirty counter top.

His resolve thickened, his pace sped a small piece of paper clutched in his palm. Something almost like triumph found it's way into his chest and elated skull. Only one thought pushed through his ecstatic brain.

Next stop, Oslo...

END

A/N Oh dear god! It's 1 am. I really should be sleeping soundly but instead I am writing this story... God, I must really love you all. Just joking, you all are nothing but vessels to my creative licsence.

... Uh... I'm going to go to sleep now before I start making jokes and shit really hits the fan.

May turn into a series, who knows?

Tell me what you think.

In the MORNING!