Author's note: Tumblr prompt was computer. The Nordic nations can be such big kids sometimes, and I love it. And I need more Emil in my life, tbqh.
Wiz Kid
"Where'd you get the sweet new laptop?" Christen asks, flopping down on the couch. Lukas gives him a look of disdain as the Danish head comes to rest in his Norwegian lap before returning to his magazine.
"Alfred," Berwald murmurs. To the Swede's left Emil is watching him; in the kitchen they can hear Timo bustling about.
"Why'd Al give you a laptop?" Christen asks suspiciously.
"He didn't," the Finn says chipperly as he reenters the room, placing two trays of cookies on the table. Emil takes one before returning to watch the screen. "He gave it to Peter."
Lukas's indigo eyes move lazily from his magazine, to Timo (who squirms a little under the scrutiny) to Berwald, who seems to sense the stare and looks up. "Why are you playing with your son's laptop?"
The Swede's grin is lopsided, one he normally saves for his immediate family but that he once also shared with the Norwegian. "Told him he had to do his homework first or I'd take the laptop away. Didn't listen to me. Privileges of being the father."
The Norwegian scoffs in an amused sort of way. "I believe you mean privileges of being the father of a boy who has brothers that show their love with expensive gifts."
"Matthew gives Peter thoughtful gifts," Timo protests, sitting on his husband's other side.
"Pete doesn't like them as much," Berwald notes. His wife nods.
"Well, I like Matthew's gifts."
"And I like Alfred's." Berwald finishes his game before leaning forward to take a cookie.
"Can I have a go?" Emil asks. The Swede nods, handing over the laptop.
"Wishing you had Berwald and Timo for parents instead of Lukas and me?" Christen asks jokingly, already laughing. The Icelander glares at him before responding tersely.
"Yes."
Timo chokes on his drink, Berwald smirks, Lukas purses his lips, and Christen seems hurt. "I buy you good gifts!"
Emil blinks. "Yeah, if I was Peter's age. How old do you think I am?"
A long time passes.
Too long.
"Christen?" Lukas starts. "Emil asked you a question..."
"I know," he interrupts. His eyes are set forward, watching the Icelander intensely. It's like a battle of wits, not that the good-natured Dane ever wins with such stiff competition.
Yet no answer comes.
"Who wants coffee?" Timo suddenly asks, standing to try and relieve some of the awkwardness in the room, though he tends to be the only Nord it bothers. Berwald simply pecks his wife on the cheek before taking back the laptop and starting the game over.